And since that time it is eleven years: For then she could stand alone; nay, by the rood 3, She could have run and waddled all about, For even the day before, she broke her brow. La. Cap. Enough of this; I pray thee, hold thy peace. Jul. And hold thy peace, say I. pray thee nurse, Nurse. Peace, I have done. Heaven mark thee to its grace! Thou wast the prettiest babe that e'er I nurs'd: 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 honour 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. La. Cap. Well, think of marriage now; younger than you, Here in Verona, ladies of esteem, Are made already mothers: by my count, 4 Nurse. A man, young lady! lady, such a man, As all the world - Why, he's a man of wax. 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 gentleman ? 3 The cross. 4 Well made, as if he had been modelled in wax. This night you shall behold him at our feast 5 And see how one another lends content; The fish lives in the sea; and 'tis much pride, That book in many's eyes doth share the glory, Enter a Servant. Serv. Madam, the guests are come, supper served up, you called, my young lady asked for, the nurse cursed 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 [Exeunt. stays. s The comments on ancient books were always printed in the margin. i. e. Is not yet caught, whose skin was wanted to bind him. SCENE IV. A Street. Enter ROMEO, MERCUTIO, BENVOLIO, with five or six Maskers, Torch-Bearers, and others. Rom. What, shall this speech be spoke for our excuse? Or shall we on without apology? Ben. The date is out of such prolixity: ambling; I am not for this Being but heavy, I will bear the light. Mer. Nay, gentle Romeo, we must have you dance. Rom. Not I, believe me: you have dancing shoes, With nimble soles: I have a soul of lead, 7 A scare-crow, a figure made up to frighten crows. 8 A dance. 9 A torch-bearer was a constant appendage to every troop of maskers. Mer. And, to sink in it, should you burden love; Too great oppression for a tender thing. Rom. Is love a tender thing? it is too rough. Mer. If love be rough with you, be rough with love; Give me a case to put my visage in; [Putting on a Mask. A visor for a visor ! what care I, What curious eye doth quote ' deformities? in, But every man betake him to his legs. Rom. A torch for me: let wantons, light of heart, 2 Tickle the senseless rushes with their heels; The game was ne'er so fair, and I am done. Mer. Tut! dun 's the mouse, the constable's own word: If thou art dun, we'll draw thee from the mire Mer. Rom. And we mean well, in going to this mask; But 'tis no wit to go. Mer. 2 It was anciently the custom to strew rooms with rushes. Rom. In bed, asleep, while they do dream things true. Mer. O, then, I see, queen Mab hath been with you. She is the fairies' midwife; and she comes Through lovers' brains, and then they dream of love: On courtiers' knees, that dream on court'sies straight: O'er lawyers' fingers, who straight dream on fees: 3 Atoms. A place in court. |