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 ye good-en!
NURSE.
May not one speak?
CAPULET.
Peace, you mumbling fool!
Utter your gravity o’er a gossip’s bowl,
For here we need it not.
LADY CAPULET.
You are too hot.
CAPULET. God’s bread, it makes me mad!