1 Enough of this; I pray thee hold thy peace.
2 I pray thee chide me not, her I love now Doth grace for grace and love for love allow.
3 O, then, dear saint, let lips do what hands do: They pray, grant thou, lest faith turn to despair.
4 I would thou hadst my bones, and I thy news: Nay come, I pray thee speak; good, good Nurse, speak.
5 My master is the great rich Capulet, and if you be not of the house of Montagues, I pray come and crush a cup of wine.
6 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.
7 When, and where, and how We met, we woo'd, and made exchange of vow, I'll tell thee as we pass; but this I pray, That thou consent to marry us today.
8 I pray thee, good Mercutio, let's retire: The day is hot, the Capulets abroad, And if we meet, we shall not scape a brawl, For now these hot days, is the mad blood stirring.
9 But, gentle Nurse, I pray thee leave me to myself tonight; For I have need of many orisons To move the heavens to smile upon my state, Which, well thou know'st, is cross and full of sin.