Capulet thinks Paris is hot (and is still losing it) (3.5.176-188)

CAPULET        God’s bread, it makes me mad! Day, night, work, play,                         Alone, in company, still my care hath been                         To have her matched; and having now provided                         A gentleman of noble parentage,                         Of fair demesnes, youthful and nobly ligned,                         Stuffed, as they say, with honourable parts,                         Proportioned as one’s […]

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Capulet losing it #4 (3.5.168-175)

NURSE                                    God in heaven bless her!                         You are to blame, my lord, to rate her so. CAPULET        And why, my Lady Wisdom? Hold your tongue,                         Good Prudence, smatter with your gossips, go. NURSE            I speak no treason. CAPULET                                            O God-i-goden! NURSE            May not one speak? CAPULET                                            Peace, you mumbling fool!                         Utter your […]

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Capulet losing it #3 (3.5.163-168)

CAPULET        Speak not, reply not, do not answer me!                         My fingers itch. Wife, we scarce thought us blest                         That God had lent us but this only child,                         But now I see this one is one too much,                         And that we have a curse in having her.                         Out on her, hilding! […]

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Capulet losing it #2 (3.5.157-162)

LADY CAPULET         Fie, fie, what, are you mad? JULIET                        Good father, I beseech you on my knees,                         Hear me with patience but to speak a word.                                     [She kneels down.] CAPULET        Hang thee, young baggage, disobedient wretch!                         I tell thee what: get thee to church a’Thursday,                         Or never after look me in […]

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Capulet losing it #1 (3.5.152-157)

CAPULET        Thank me no thankings, nor proud me no prouds,                         But fettle your fine joints ’gainst Thursday next,                         To go with Paris to Saint Peter’s Church,                         Or I will drag thee on a hurdle thither.                         Out, you green-sickness carrion! out, you baggage!                   […]

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Gratitude, pride, love, and hate (3.5.146-151)

JULIET                        Not proud you have, but thankful that you have:                         Proud never can I be of what I hate,                         But thankful even for hate that is meant love. CAPULET        How how, how how, chopt-logic? What is this?                         ‘Proud’, and ‘I thank you’, and ‘I thank you not’,                         And yet ‘not proud’, […]

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Capulet cannot believe it, and is starting to get angry (3.5.137-145)

CAPULET                                How now, wife,                                     Have you delivered 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 […]

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Enter Capulet, with some extended metaphors… (3.5.126-137)

Enter CAPULET and Nurse. CAPULET        When the sun sets, the earth 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 show’ring? In one little body                         Thou counterfeits a bark, a sea, a wind:                         For still […]

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Marry Paris? No way! (3.5.116-125)

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,                         […]

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Happy, happy, joy, joy? (3.5.104-115)

LADY CAPULET         But now I’ll tell thee joyful tidings, girl. JULIET                                    And joy comes well in such a needy time.                                     What are they, 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, […]

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