Who is’t that calls? Is it my lady mother?

Is she not down so late, or up so early?

What unaccustom’d cause procures her hither?


 Enter Lady Capulet.
LADY CAPULET.

Why, how now, Juliet?


JULIET.

Madam, I am not well.


LADY CAPULET.

Evermore weeping for your cousin’s death?

What, wilt thou wash him from his grave with tears?

And if thou couldst, thou couldst not make him live.

Therefore have done: some grief shows much of love,

But much of grief shows still some want of wit.


JULIET.

Yet let me weep for such a feeling loss.


LADY CAPULET.

So shall you feel the loss, but not the friend

Which you weep for.


JULIET.

Feeling so the loss,

I cannot choose but ever weep the friend.


LADY CAPULET.

Well, girl, thou weep’st not so much for his death

As that the villain lives which slaughter’d him.


JULIET.

What villain, madam?


LADY CAPULET.

That same villain Romeo.


JULIET.

Villain and he be many miles asunder.

God pardon him. I do, with all my heart.

And yet no man like he doth grieve my heart.


LADY CAPULET.

That is because the traitor murderer lives.


JULIET.

Ay madam, from the reach of these my hands.

Would none but I might venge my cousin’s death.


LADY CAPULET.

We will have vengeance for it, fear thou not.

Then weep no more. I’ll send to one in Mantua,

Where that same banish’d runagate doth live,

Shall give him such an unaccustom’d dram

That he shall soon keep Tybalt company:

And then I hope thou wilt be satisfied.


JULIET.

Indeed I never shall be satisfied

With Romeo till I behold him—dead—

Is my poor heart so for a kinsman vex’d.

Madam, if you could find out but a man

To bear a poison, I would temper it,

That Romeo should upon receipt thereof,

Soon sleep in quiet. O, how my heart abhors

To hear him nam’d, and cannot come to him,

To wreak the love I bore my cousin

Upon his body that hath slaughter’d him.


LADY CAPULET.