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A Room in CAPULET's House. Enter Lady CAPULET,
La. Cap. Nurse, where's my daughter? call her
forth to me. Nurse. Now, by my maiden-head,—at twelve year
old, f bade her come. -What, lamb! what, lady-bird IGod forbid !---where's this girl ?-what, Juliet!
Enter JULIET. Jul. How now, who calls ? Nurse. Your mother. Fut. Mađam, I amí here ; what is your will? La. Cap. This is the matter :-Nurse, give leave awhile,
We must talk in secret.-Nurse, come back again;
I have remember'd me, thou shalt hear our counsel.
Thou know'st, my daughter's of a pretty age.
Nurse. Faith, I can tell her age unto an hour.
La. Cap. She's not fourteen.
Nurse. I'll lay fourteen of my teeth,
And yet, to my teen be it spoken, I have but four,-
She's not fourteen : How long is't now to Lammas-
tide ? La. Cap. A fortnight, and odd days.
Nurse. Even or odd, of all days in the year, Come Lammas-eve at night, shall she be fourteen. 370
Susan and she,--God rest all Christian souls !--
Were of an age.---Well, Susan is with God;
She was too good for me: But, as I said,
On Lammas-eve at night shall she be fourteen;
That shall she, marry ; I remember it well.
'Tis since the earthquake now eleven years;
And she was wean’d, I never shall forget it,-
Of all the days of the year, upon that day:
For I had then laid wornwood to mý dug,
Sitting i' the sun under the dove-house wall, 380
My lord and you were then at Mantua :-
Nay, I do bear a brain :-but, as I said,
When it did taste the worm-wood on the nipple
Of my dug, and felt it bitter, pretty fool!
To see it teachy, and fall out with the dug.
Shake, quoth the dove-louse : 'twas no need, I
To bid me trudge.
And since that time it is, eleven years :
For then she could stand alone; nay, by the rood,
She could have run and waddled all about.
For even the day before, she broke her brow :
And then my husband-God be with his soul !
'A was a nierry man ;-took up the child ;
Yia, quoth he, dost thou fall upon thy face?
Thou wilt fall backward, when thou hast more wit;
Wilt thou not, Jule? and, by my holy dam,
The pretty wretch left crying, and said--Ay:
To see now, how a jest shall come about !
I warrant, an I should live a thousand years,
I never should forget it; Wilt thou not, Jule ? quoth
400 And, pretty fool, it stinted, and said--- Ay. La. Cap. Enough of this ; I pray thee, hold thy
peace. Nurse. Yes, madam ; Yet I cannot chuse but
laughi, To think it should leave crying, and say--Ay: And, yet, I warrant, it had upon its brow A bump as big as a young cockrel's stone ; A par’lous knock ; and it cried bitterly. Yea, quoth my husband, fallist upon thy face? Thou wilt fall backward when thou com'st to age;. Wilt thou not, Jule ? it stinted, and said-Ay. 410
Jul. And stint thou too, I pray thee, nurse,
Nurse. Peace, I have done. God mark thee to his
Thou wast the prettiest babe that e’er I nurs’d;
An I might live to see thee married once,
I have my wish.
La. Cap. Marry, that marry is the very theme
I came to talk of :--Tell me, daughter Juliet,
How stands your disposition to be married ?
Jul. It is an lionour that I dream not of.
Nurse. An honour! were not I thine only nurse, I'd say, thou hadst suck'd wisdom from thy teat. 421
La. Cap. Well, think of marriage now : younger
Here in Verona, ladies of esteem,
Are made already mothers : by my count,
I was your mother much upon these years
That you are now a maid. Thus then, in brief;-
The valiant Paris seeks you for his love.
Nurse. A man, young lady ! lady, such a man,
As all the world Why, he's a man of wax. 429
La. Cap. Verona's summer hath not such a flower.
Nurse. Nay, he's a flower ; in faith, a very flower.
La. Cap. What say you? can you love the gen-
This night you shall behold him at our feast :
Read o'er the volume of young Paris' face,
And find delight writ there with beauty's pen ;
Examine every several lineament,
And see how one another lends content;
And what obscur'd in this fair volume lies,
Find written in the margin of his eyes.
This precious book of love, this unbound lover,
To beautify him, only lacks a cover :
The fish lives in the sea ; and 'tis much pride,
For fair without the fair within to hide :
That book in many's eyes doth share the glory,
That in gold clasps locks in the golden story ;
So shall you share all that he doth possess,
By having him, making yourself no less.
Nurse. No less ? nay, bigger ; women grow by
La. Cap. Speak, briefly, can you like of Paris' love?
Jul. I'll look to like, if looking liking move: 4.50
But no more deep will I endart mine eye,
Than your consent gives strength to make it fly,
Serv. Madam, the guests are come, supper serv'd up, you call’d, my young lady ask'd for, the nurse curs’d in the pantry, and every thing in extremity. I must hence to wait; I beseech you follow straight.
La. Cap. We follow thee.---Juliet, the county stays.
Nurse. Go, girl, seek happy nights to happy days.
A Street, Enter ROMEO, MERCUTIO, BENVOLIO,
with five or six Maskers, Torch-bearers, and others.
Rom. What, shall this speech be spoke for our
Or shall we on without apology?
Ben. The date is out of such prolixity;
We'll have no Cupid hood-wink'd with a scarf,
Bearing a Tartar's painted bow of lath,
Scaring the ladies like a crow-keeper ;
Nor no without-book prologue, faintly spoke
After the prompter, for our entrance :
But, let them measure us by what they will,
We'll measure them a measure, and be gone.
Ron. Give me a torch, -I am not for this