Enter Lady Capulet, and Narfe, an La. Cap. NURSE, where's my daughter? call her forth Nurfe. WE VOAN BAhead, at twelve years old) I had her come; what lamb, what lady-bird, god forbid where's this girl? what, Juliet? Enter Juliet. Jul. How now, who calls? Nurfe. Your mother. Jul, Madam, I am here, what is your will? Nurse, give leave a while, we must talk in freret; nurse come back again, I bave remembred me, thou fhalt hear my coun fel: thou know'ft my daughter's of a pretty age. Nurfe. Faith I can tell her age unto an hour. La. Cap. She's not fourteen. Nurfe. I'll lay fourteen of my teeth, and yet to my teeth be it fpoken, I have but four, fhe's not fourhow long is it now to Lammastide à teen; La. Cap. A fortnight-and odd days. Nurfe. Even or odd, of all days in the year, come Lammas eve at night fhall fhe be fourteen. Sufan and fhe (God reft all chriftian fouls) were of an age. Well, Sufan is with God; fhe was too good for me. But as I faid, on Lammasieve at night fhall fhe be fourteen, that fhall The, marry, I remem ber it well. 'Tis fince the earthquake how eleyen and fhe was wean'd, I never fhall forget it, years, of all the day's in the year, upon that day; for I had then laid worm-wood to my dug, fitting in the fun under the dove-houfe wall, my lord and you were then at Mantua-nay, I do bear a brain. But as I faid, when it did tafte the worm-wood on the nipple of the dug, and felt it bitter, pretty fool, to fee it teachy, and fall out with the dug. Shake, quoth the ⚫ dove dove-houfe-'twas по o need I trow to bid me trudge; ⚫ and fince that time it is cleven years, for then The ⚫ could stand alone, nay, by th' rood fhe could have run, and wadled all about; for even the day before the broke her brow, and then my husband, (God be with his foul, a was a merry man,) took up the child; yea, quoth he, doft thou fall upon thy face; thou wilt fall backward when thou haft more wit, wilt thou not, Jule? and by my holy-dam, the pretty wretch left crying, and faid, ay';' To fee now how a jeft fhall come about. I warrant, an I 'fhould live a thousand years, I fhould not forget it: Wilt thou not, Julé, quoth he and pretty fool, it • ftinted, and said, ay. La. Cap. Enough of this, I pray thee hold thy peace. Nurfe. Yes, madam; yet I cannot chufe but laugh, to think it thould leave crying, and fay, ays and yet I warrant it had upon its brow a bump as big as a young.cockrel's ftone: a perilous knock, and it cried bitterly. Yea, quoth my husband, fall'ft upon thy face thou wilt fall backward when thou comeft to age; wilt thou not, Fulé? it ftinted, and faid, ay, Ful. And ftint thee too, I pray thee, nurfe, fay I. Nurfe. Peace, I have done: God mark thee to his. grace, Thou waft the prettiest babe that e'er I nurft. I have my wish. La Cap. And that fame marriage is the very theam I came to talk of. Tell me, daughter Juliet, How ftands your difpofition to be married? Jul. It is an honour that I dream not of. Nurfe. An honour were not I thine only nurfe, I'd fay thou hadft fuck'd wisdom from thy tear. La. Cap. Well, think of marriage now; younger than you Here in Verona, ladies of esteem, By my count, upon thefe years Thus then in brief, The The valiant Paris feeks you for his love. La. Cap. Verona's fummer hath not fuch a flower. Nurfe. Nay he's a flower, in faith a very flower. La. Cap. Speak briefly, can you like of Paris' love? Jul. I'll look to like, if looking liking move. But no more deep will I ingage mine eye, Than your confent gives ftrength to make it fly. Enter a Servant. Ser. Madam, the guests are come, fupper ferv'd up, you call'd, my young lady ask'd for, the nurfe curft in the pantry, and every thing in extremity. I muft hence to wait, I beseech you follow. * busi and Clad SCENE V.1 [Exeunt. Enter Romeo. Mercutio, Benvolio, with five or Joe ..£. fix other maskers, torch-bearers. Rom. What, fhall this fpeech be fpoke for our excufe ? Or fhall we on without apology? Ben. The date is out of fuch prolixity. We'll have no Cupid hook-wink'd with a fcarf, -I befeech you follow. L. Cap. We follow thee. Juliet, the county ftays. What What curious eye doth quote deformities, Here are the beetle-brows fhall blufh Rom. A torch for me. Let wantons, light of heart, me, i Tickle the fenfelefs rufhes with their heels, b For I am proverb'd with a grand-fire phrafe. T I'll be a candle-holder, and look on. I'dream't a dream to-night. wel dguardT Mer. And fo did I. Rom. Well, what was yours? Mer. That dreamers often lie. Rom. In bed fleep; while they do dream things true. Mer.O then I fee queen Mab hath been with you. She is the fairies mid-wife, and he comes DIA In fhape no bigger than an agat-ftone not bo On the fore-finger of an Alderman, • Drawn with a team of little atomies, Athwart mens nofes as they lie afleep emismo? • Her waggon-fpokes made of long fpinners legs; The cover, of the wines of grafhoppers, The traces, of the fmalleft fpider's web The collars, of the monthine's watry beams Her whip, of cricket's bone; the lafh, of film; Her waggoner a fmall grey-coated gnat,(off-ku • Not half fo big as a round little worm, * and look on, The game was ne'er fo fair, and I am done. bad Mer. Tut, dun's the moufe, the conftable's own word", If thou art dun, we'll draw thee from the mire; Mer. I mean, Sr, we delay. We burn our lights by night, and lamps by day. [ed, 1.] Five times a day, ere once in her right wits. [ed. 1. ask? Mer. Why, may on Prickt ་ Prickt from the lazy finger of a maid. Time And in this fate the gallops night by night, Through lovers brains, and then they dream of love: • Then dreams he of another benefice. ་ Sometimes the driveth o'er a foldier's neck, in his ears, at which he starts and wakes, And being thus frighted, fwears a prayer or two, And fleeps again. This is that very Mab That plats the manes of hores in the night, Rom. Peace, peace, Mercutio, peace: Mer. True, I talk of dreams; Which are the children of an idle brain, Begot of nothing, but vain phantafy, Which is as thin of fubftance as the air, uds And more unconftant than the wind, who wooes Ben |