CAPULET: Hang you, you worthless girl! Disobedient wretch! I'll tell you what: get yourself to church on Thursday or never look me in the face again. Speak not. Reply not.
My fingers itch to slap you.
Wife, we never thought to bless God for only giving us one child. Now I see that one is too many. We were cursed when we had her. She disgusts me, the hussy!
NURSE: God in heaven bless her! Milord, you're wrong to berate her like that!
CAPULET: Shut up, old woman. Blather with your gossiping friends, go!
NURSE: I...I've said nothing wrong.
CAPULET: Oh, for God's sake.
NURSE: May I not speak?
CAPULET: Be quiet, you mumbling fool! Go pronounce your sentences to the other old gossips. We don't need it.