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?
Is she not proud? Doth she not count her blest,
Unworthy as she is, that we have wrought
So worthy a gentleman to be her bridegroom?JULIET.
Not proud you have, but thankful that you have.
Proud can I never be of what I hate;
But thankful even for hate that is meant love.CAPULET.
How now, how now, chopp’d logic? What is this?

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