I pray you, tell my lord and father, madam, 121
I will not marry yet; and, when I do, I swear,
It shall be Romeo, whom you know I hate,
Rather than Paris. These are news indeed! 124
Lady Cap. Here comes your father; tell him so yourself,
And see how he will take it at your hands.
Enter Capulet and Nurse.
Cap. When the sun sets, the air doth drizzle dew;
But for the sunset of my brother's son 128
It rains downright.
How now! a conduit, girl? what! still in tears?
Evermore showering? In one little body
Thou counterfeit'st a bark, a sea, a wind; 132
For still thy eyes, which I may call the sea,
Do ebb and flow with tears; the bark thy body is,
Sailing in this salt flood; the winds, thy sighs;
Who, raging with thy tears, and they with them, 136
Without a sudden calm, will overset
Thy tempest-tossed body. How now, wife!
Have you deliver'd to her our decree?
Lady Cap. Ay, sir; but she will none, she gives you thanks. 140
I would the fool were married to her grave!
Cap. Soft! take me with you, take me with you, wife.
How! will she none? doth she not give us thanks?
Is she not proud? doth she not count her bless'd,
Unworthy as she is, that we have wrought 145
So worthy a gentleman to be her bridegroom?
Jul. Not proud, you have; but thankful, that you have:
130 conduit: water-pipe, often in the form of a human figure
137 Without . . . calm: unless a calm sets in
140 will none: rejects it
142 take me with you: let me understand you
145 wrought: induced
