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:
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.

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