Find thou the means, and I’ll find such a man.

But now I’ll tell thee joyful tidings, girl.


JULIET.

And joy comes well in such a needy time.

What are they, I beseech your ladyship?


LADY CAPULET.

Well, well, thou hast a careful father, child;

One who to put thee from thy heaviness,

Hath sorted out a sudden day of joy,

That thou expects not, nor I look’d not for.


JULIET.

Madam, in happy time, what day is that?


LADY CAPULET.

Marry, my child, early next Thursday morn

The gallant, young, and noble gentleman,

The County Paris, at Saint Peter’s Church,

Shall happily make thee there a joyful bride.


JULIET.

Now by Saint Peter’s Church, and Peter too,

He shall not make me there a joyful bride.

I wonder at this haste, that I must wed

Ere he that should be husband comes to woo.

I pray you tell my lord and father, madam,

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.


LADY CAPULET.

Here comes your father, tell him so yourself,

And see how he will take it at your hands.


 Enter Capulet and

Nurse.
CAPULET.

When the sun sets, the air doth drizzle dew;

But for the sunset of my brother’s son

It rains downright.

How now? A conduit, girl? What, still in tears?

Evermore showering? In one little body

Thou counterfeits a bark, a sea, a wind.

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,

Without a sudden calm will overset

Thy tempest-tossed body. How now, wife?

Have you deliver’d to her our decree?


LADY CAPULET.

Ay, sir; but she will none, she gives you thanks.

I would the fool were married to her grave.


CAPULET.

Soft. Take me with you, take me with you, wife.

How, will she none? Doth she not give us thanks?