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. 176
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, 181
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; 184
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;' 188
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. 192
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. 196
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: 200
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
