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Script – III. v. Part 2

Lady Capulet
Marry, my child, early next Thursday morn
The gallant, young, and noble gentleman,
The County Paris, at Saint Peter’s Church
Shall happily make thee there a joyful bride.

Juliet, my daughter, you will be married early next Thursday morning
To the handsome, young, and noble gentleman,
Paris, at St. Peter’s Church
Where he will make you a happy bride.

Juliet
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!

Please tell my father,
I will not be married yet, but when I do, I swear
I will marry Romeo, who I know you hate,
Instead of Paris.

Lady Capulet
Here comes your father. Tell him so yourself,
And see how he will take it at your hands.

Your father is coming. Tell him yourself,
And see how he will react.

[Enter Capulet and Nurse.]

Capulet
How now, a conduit, girl? What, still in tears?
Evermore show’ring?
… How now, wife?
Have you delivered to her our decree?

Are you a fountain now, girl? Are you still crying?
Will you be showered in tears forever?
Are you ready, wife?
Have you given her our decision?

Lady Capulet
Ay, sir, but she will none, she gives you thanks.
I would the fool were married to her grave.

Yes sir, she does not want any part of it, but says thank you.
I really wish she were dead.

Capulet
… Doth she not give us thanks?
… Doth she not count her blessed,
Unworthy as she is, that we have wrought
So worthy a gentleman to be her bride?

… Does she not thank us?
… Does she not think she is blessed,
Being so unworthy, yet we have brought
Such a worthy gentleman to be her husband?

Juliet
Not proud you have, but thankful that you have.
Proud can I never be of what I hate,
But thankful even for hate that is meant love.

I’m not proud that you have, but I am thankful that you have.
I cannot be proud of what I hate,
But I can be thankful for hate that is supposed to be love.

Capulet
Thank me no thankings,
But fettle your fine joints ‘gainst Thursday next
To go with Paris to Saint Peter’s Church,
Or I will drag three on a hurdle thither.
Out, you green-sickness carrion! Out, you baggage!
You tallow face!

Don’t thank me if you don’t want to,
But prepare yourself for Thursday
To go with Paris to Saint Peter’s Church,
Or I will drag you there on an executioners block.
Get out, you pale dead flesh! Get out, you good-for-nothing woman!
You animal fat!

Lady Capulet
Fie, fie, what, are you mad?

Calm down, it’s not worth getting mad.

Juliet, (kneeling)
Good father, I beseech you on my knees,
Hear me with patience but to speak a word.

Good father, I beg you on my knees.
Be patient and hear what I have to say to you.

Capulet
I tell thee what: get thee to church o’ Thursday,
Or never after look me in the face.
My fingers itch.

I’ll tell you what: get yourself to church on Thursday,
Or never look at me again.
I want to hit you.

Nurse
God in heaven bless her!
You are to blame, my lord, to rate her so.

God, please bless her!
You are the person to blame, master, for criticizing her like that.

Capulet
And why, my Lady Wisdom? Hold your tongue.

And why, smart woman? Be quiet.

Nurse
I speak no treason.

I am not telling false truths; I am still loyal to you.

Capulet
O, God ‘i’ g’ eden!

God give you good evening! (expression of annoyance)

Nurse
May not one speak?

Can I speak or not?

Capulet
Peace, you mumbling fool!

Shut your mouth, you mumbling fool!
Lady Capulet
You are too hot.

You are too angry!

Capulet
… it makes me mad.
But, an you will not wed, I’ll pardon you!
Graze where you will, you shall not house with me.

It makes me mad.
But, if you will not get married, then I will let you go!
Stay where you will, just not under my roof.

[He exits.]

Juliet
Delay this marriage for a month, a week,
Or, if you do not, make the bridal bed
In that dim monument where Tybalt lies.

Change the marriage to a month later, a week later,
Or if you do not, make the bed on which I make my marriage official
In the tomb where Tybalt is.

Lady Capulet
Talk not to me, for I’ll not speak a word.
Do as thou wilt, for I have done with thee.

Do not talk to me, because I will not say anything.
Do whatever you want, because I am done with you.

[She exits.]

Juliet
… O Nurse, how shall this be prevented?
What sayst thou? Hast thou not a word of joy?
Some comfort, Nurse.

… Oh Nurse, how can this be stopped?
What do you say? Do you have any words of happiness?
Give me some comfort, Nurse.

Nurse
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.
I think you are happy in this second match,
For it 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.

Romeo is banished, and nothing in the world matters to you anymore
He will not dare to come back to you,
Or, if he does, it needs to be in secret.
Since this is the situation you are now in,
I think it would be best if you married Paris.
Oh, he's a great man!
Romeo is nothing compared to him.
I think you will be happy in your second marriage,
Because it is better than your first, or if it isn't,
Your first man is dead or he is better off dead
In your life; there is no use of him.

Juliet
Speak’st thou from thy heart?

Do you speak from your heart?

Nurse
And from my soul too.

Yes, and from my soul as well.

Juliet
Amen.

Amen.

Nurse
What?

What?

Juliet
Well, thou hast comforted me marvelous much.
Go in and tell my lady I am gone,
Having displeased my father, to Lawrence’ cell
To make confession and to be absolved.

You have comforted me a large amount.
Go inside and tell my mother I am going,
Since I made my father unhappy, to Friar Lawrence’s cell
To confess and to be forgiven.

Nurse
Marry, I will; and this is wisely done.

Okay, I will. You are wise for doing this.

[She exits.]

Juliet
I’ll to the Friar to know his remedy.
If all else fail, myself have power to die.

I’ll go to the Friar to find his solution.
If there is none, I have the power to die.

[She exits.]

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