SCENE III. A Room in CAPULET's House. Enter Lady CAPULET, and Nurse. La. Cap. Nurse, where's my daughter? call her forth to me. Nurse. Now, by my maiden-head,-at twelve year old, I bade her come.—What, lamb! what, lady-bird !— God forbid !--where's this girl ?—what, Juliet ! Jul. Madam, I am here; what is your will? La. Cap. This is the matter:-Nurse, give leave awhile, 359 We must talk in secret.-Nurse, come back again; Nurse. "Faith, I can tell her age unto an hour. 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 !- To see it teachy, and fall out with the dug. 380 Shake, quoth the dove-house: 'twas no need, I trow, To bid me trudge. And since that time it is eleven years: For then she could stand alone; nay, by the rood, 399 I never I never should forget it; Wilt thou not, Jule? quoth he: And, pretty fool, it stinted, and said-Ay. 400 La. Cap. Enough of this; I pray thee, hold thy peace. Nurse. Yes, madam; Yet I cannot chuse but laugh, To think it should leave crying, and say-Ay: 410 I pray thee, nurse, Nurse. Peace, I have done. God mark thee to his grace! Thou wast the prettiest babe that e'er I nurs'd; 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 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. 421 La. Cap. Well, think of marriage now: younger than you, Here in Verona, ladies of esteem, Cij Are 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. 429 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 gen tleman ? This night you shall behold him at our feast: And see how one another lends content; This precious book of love, this unbound lover, 441 Nurse. No less? nay, bigger; women grow by men. La. Cap. Speak briefly, can you like of Paris' love? Jul. I'll look to like, if looking liking move: 450 But But no more deep will I endart mine eye, Than your consent gives strength to make it fly. Enter a Servant. 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. [Exeunt. A Street. SCENE IV. 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; We'll have no Cupid hood-wink'd with a scarf, 460 Bearing a Tartar's painted bow of lath, Nor no without-book prologue, faintly spoke Rom. Give ne a torch, I am not for this ambling; Ciij Being |