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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: An you be mine, I'll give you to my friend; An you be not, hang, beg, starve,
die i' the streets, For, by my soul, I'll ne'er acknowledge thee, Nor what is mine shall never do thee good: Trust to't, bethink you, I'll not be forsworn. (Exit.) Juliet Doesn’t anyone have pity for me? Oh sweet mother, do not throw me away? Delay this marriage for a month or a week. Otherwise, make my marriage bed in the vault with Tybalt.Is there no pity sitting in the clouds, That sees into the bottom of my grief? O, sweet my mother, cast me not away! Delay this marriage for a month, a week; Or, if you do not, make the bridal bed In that dim monument where Tybalt lies. Lady Capulet Do not talk to me, because I have nothing to say. Do as you will; I am done with you. Talk not to me, for I'll not speak a word; Do as thou wilt, for I have done with thee. Juliet (Exit.) Oh God! Oh Nurse! How can this mess be prevented? I already have a husband on earth and I believe in the word of God. How can I get married again while he is living? Help me! Tell me what to do! Why does something like this have to happen to someone like me? What do you have to say, Nurse? Give me some comfort. O God!--O nurse! how shall this be prevented? My husband is on earth, my faith in heaven; How shall that faith return again to earth, Unless that husband send it me from heaven By leaving earth?--comfort me, counsel me.-- Alack, alack, that heaven should practise stratagems Upon so soft a subject as myself!-- What say'st thou? hast thou not a word of joy? Some comfort, nurse. Nurse Romeo is banished and he cannot come back and challenge this marriage. If he does, he can’t be seen. So, you better follow through with this marriage. Paris is a wonderful gentleman and Romeo doesn’t compare. Madam, an eagle’s eyes are not as green as Paris’s. I swear you will be happy with this
second match. It will be so much better than your first. Your first husband is dead or as good as dead. Faith, here 'tis; Romeo Is banished; and all the world to nothing That he dares ne'er come back to challenge you; Or if he do, it needs must be by stealth. Then, since the case so stands as now it doth, I think it best you married with the county. O, he's a lovely gentleman! Romeo's a dishclout to him; an eagle, madam, Hath not so green, so quick, so fair an eye As Paris hath. Beshrew my very heart, I think you are happy in this second match, Forit excels your first: or if it did not, Your first is dead; or 'twere as good he were, As living here, and you no use of him. Juliet Are you speaking from your heart? Speakest thou this from thy heart? Nurse And my soul, too. I swear. And from my soul too; Or else beshrew them both.