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98 ROMEO AND JULIET. To answer ' 111 not wed ; I cannot love, I am too yonng ; I pray you, pardon nie.' — But, an you will not wed, I'll 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 in the streets, For, by my soul, I'll ne'er acknowledge thee, Xor what is mine shall never do thee good. Trust to't, bethink you; I'll not be forsworn. lExlt. Juliet. Is there no pity sitting in the clouds, That sees into the bottom of ni}^ grief ? 0, 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. Talk not to me, fcr I'll not speak a word ; Do as thou wilt, for I have done with thee. \_Exlt. Juliet. God! — 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 I\y leaving earth ? comfort me, counsel me. — Alack, alack, that heaven should practise stratagems Upon so soft a subject as myself! — •}V 4