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Proud can I never be of what I hate;

But thankful even for hate, that is meant love.

Cap. How now! how now, chopt-logic! What is this?

'Proud,' and 'I thank you,' and 'I thank you not;'

And yet 'not proud;' mistress minion, you,

Thank me no thankings, nor proud me no prouds,

But fettle your fine joints 'gainst Thursday next,

To go with Paris to Saint Peter's church,

Or I will drag thee on a hurdle thither.

Out, you green-sickness carrion! out, you baggage!

You tallow face!

Lady Cap. Fie, fie! what, are you mad?

Jul. Good father, I beseech you on my knees,

Hear me with patience but to speak a word.

Cap. Hang thee, young baggage! disobedient wretch!

I tell thee what, get thee to church o' Thursday,

Or never after look me in the face.

Speak not, reply not, do not answer me;

My fingers itch.—Wife, we scarce thought us bless'd

That God had lent us but this only child;

But now I see this one is one too much,

And that we have a curse in having her.

Out on her, hilding!

Nurse. God in heaven bless her!

You are to blame, my lord, to rate her so.

Cap. And why, my lady wisdom? hold your tongue,

Good prudence; smatter with your gossips, go.

Nurse. I speak no treason.

 150 chopt-logic: contentious, sophistical argument

152 minion: saucy person

154 fettle: prepare

156 hurdle: a rude sledge for conveying criminals

157 green-sickness: kind of anemia

170 rate: scold

172 smatter: chatter

