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ROMEO AND JULIET. 95 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 counterfeit'st 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.