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Nurse. Now, by my maidenhead, at twelve year

old, I bade her come.—What, lamb! what, lady-bird ! God forbid !—where's this girl ? --what, Juliet !


Ju. How now, who calls ?

Your mother.

Madam, I am here. What is


will ? L. Cap. This is the matter.—Nurse, give leave

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.
L. Cap. She's not fourteen.

I'll lay fourteen of my teeth,And yet, to my teen 1 be it spoken, I have but

She is not fourteen. How long is it now
To Lammas-tide ?
L. 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.
Susan and she,-God rest all Christian souls !---
Were of an age.--Well, Susan is with God;

1 Sorrow.


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 wormwood to my dug,
Sitting in the sun under the dovehouse wall ;
My lord and you were then at Mantua :-
Nay, I do bear a brain ;-but, as I said,
When it did taste the wormwood on the nipple
Of my dug, and felt it bitter, pretty fool!
To see it tetchy, and fall out with the dug.
Shake, quoth the dovehouse : '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,1
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 merry man ;-took up the child :
• Yea,' 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 Cross.

I never should forget it: Wilt thou not, Jule?'

quoth he: And, pretty fool, it stinted,1 and said • Ay.' L. Cap. Enough of this : I pray thee, hold thy

Nurse. Yes, madam; yet I cannot choose but

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 parlous knock; and it cried bitterly.

Yea,' quoth my husband; • fall’st upon thy face?
Thou wilt fall backward when thou comest to age;
Wilt thou not, Jule?' it stinted, and said · Ay.'

Ju. And stint thou too, I pray thee, nurse,


say I.

I have my

Nurse. Peace; I have done: God mark thee to

his grace!
Thou wast the prettiest babe that e'er I nursed :
An I might live to see thee married once,

L. Cap. Marry, that marry is the very theme
I came to talk of.—Tell me, daughter Juliet,
How stands your disposition to be married ?

Ju. It is an honor that I dream not of.

Nurse. An honor! were not I thine only nurse,
I would say, thou hadst suck'd wisdom from thy


1 Left off crying.

L. Cap. Well, think of marriage now; younger

than you,

Here in Verona, ladies of esteem,
Are made already mothers : by my count,
I was your mother much


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.1

L. Cap. Verona's summer hath not such a flower. Nurse. Nay, he's a flower; in faith, a very

flower. L. Cap. What say you? can you love the gen

tleman ?
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 married lineament,
And see how one another lends content;
And what obscured 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 ; 2 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;

1 i. e. as well made as if he had been modelled in wax.

2 i. e. is not yet caught, whose skin was wanted to bind him.

So shall you share all that he doth possess,
By having him, making yourself no less.

Nurse. No less ? nay, bigger; women grow by


L. Cap. Speak briefly, can you like of Paris'

love ?
Ju. I'll look to like, if looking liking move :
But no more deep will I endart mine eye,
Than your consent gives strength to make it fly.


Ser. 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. L. 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. Ro. What, shall this speech be spoke for our

excuse, Or shall we on without apology?

Ben. The date is out of such prolixity :

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