Capulet's Rant: 3.5, Lines 185+
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God's bread! it makes me mad: Day, night, hour, tide, time, work, play,Alone, in company, still my care hath beenTo have her match'd:
God's bread! it makes me mad:
Day, night, hour, tide, time, work, play,
Alone, in company, still my care hath been
To have her match'd:
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and having now providedA gentleman of noble parentage,Of fair demesnes, youthful, and nobly train'd,Stuff'd, as they say, with honourable parts,Proportion'd as one's thought would wish a man;
and having now provided
A gentleman of noble parentage,
Of fair demesnes, youthful, and nobly train'd,
Stuff'd, as they say, with honourable parts,
Proportion'd as one's thought would wish a man;
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And then to have a wretched puling fool,A whining mammet, in her fortune's tender,To answer “I'll not wed; I cannot love,I am too young; I pray you, pardon me.”But, as you will not wed, I'll pardon you:
And then to have a wretched puling fool,
A whining mammet, in her fortune's tender,
To answer “I'll not wed; I cannot love,
I am too young; I pray you, pardon me.”
But, as you will not wed, I'll pardon you:
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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;And you be not, hang, beg, starve, die in the streets,
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;
And you be not, hang, beg, starve, die in the streets,
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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.
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.