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Romeo and Juliet, III. v

Cap. O! God ye good den.

Nurse. May not one speak?

Cap. Peace, you mumbling fool;

Utter your gravity o'er a gossip's bowl;

For here we need it not.

Lady Cap. You are too hot.

Cap. God's bread! it makes me mad.

Day, night, hour, tide, time, work, play,

Alone, in company, still my care hath been

To have her match'd; and having now provided

A gentleman of noble parentage,

Of fair demesnes, youthful, and nobly train'd,

Stuff'd, as they say, with honourable parts,

Proportion'd as one's thought would wish a man;

And then to have a wretched puling fool,

A whining mammet, in her fortune's tender,

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:

Graze where you will, you shall not house with me:

Look to 't, think on 't, I do not use to jest.

Thursday is near; lay hand on heart, advise.

An you be mine, I'll give you to my friend;

An you be not, hang, beg, starve, die in the streets,

For, by my soul, I'll ne'er acknowledge thee,

Nor what is mine shall never do thee good.

Trust to 't, bethink you; I'll not be forsworn.

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:

 175 gravity: serious words

177 God's bread: sacramental bread, the Host

182 demesnes: estates

183 stuff'd with: full of

186 mammet: doll

fortune's tender: moment when good fortune offers itself

192 advise: consider

197 forsworn: perjured

