Cap. Hang thee, young baggage! disobedient wretch![1127] 160
I tell thee what: get thee to church o' Thursday,[1128]
Or never after look me in the face:
Speak not, reply not, do not answer me;
My fingers itch. Wife, we scarce thought us blest[1129]
That God had lent us but this only child,[1130] 165
But now I see this one is one too much
And that we have a curse in having her:[1131]
Out on her, hilding!

Nurse. God in heaven bless her!
You are to blame, my lord, to rate her so.[1132]

Cap. And why, my lady wisdom? hold your tongue,[1127] 170
Good prudence; smatter with your gossips, go.[1133]

Nurse. I speak no treason.[1134]

Cap. O, God ye god-den.[1127]

Nurse. May not one speak?

Cap. Peace, you mumbling fool![1135]
Utter your gravity o'er a gossip's bowl;[1136]
For here we need it not.

La. Cap. You are too hot. 175

Cap. God's bread! it makes me mad:[1127][1137][1138]
Day, night, hour, tide, time, work, play,[1137][1138][1139]
Alone, in company, still my care hath been[1137]
To have her match'd: and having now provided
A gentleman of noble parentage,[1140] 180
Of fair demesnes, youthful, and nobly train'd,[1141]
Stuff'd, as they say, with honourable parts,
Proportion'd as one's thought would wish a man;[1142]
And then to have a wretched puling fool,
A whining mammet, in her fortune's tender,[1143] 185
To answer 'I'll not wed; I cannot love,
I am too young; I pray you, pardon me.'
But, an you will not wed, I'll pardon you:[1144]
Graze where you will, you shall not house with me:
Look to't, think on't, I do not use to jest. 190
Thursday is near; lay hand on heart, advise:
An you be mine, I'll give you to my friend;[1145]
An you be not, hang, beg, starve, die in the streets,[1145][1146]
For, by my soul, I'll ne'er acknowledge thee,
Nor what is mine shall never do thee good:[1147] 195
Trust to't, bethink you; I'll not be forsworn. [Exit.

Jul. Is there no pity sitting in the clouds,
That sees into the bottom of my grief?
O, sweet my mother, cast me not away!
Delay this marriage for a month, a week; 200
Or, if you do not, make the bridal bed
In that dim monument where Tybalt lies.[1148]