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S CE N E V.
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 bad her come ; what lamb, what lady-bird, God forbid where's this girl ? what, Juliet ?
La. Cap. This is the matter Nurse, give leave a while, we must talk in secret ; Nurse, come back again, I have remembred me, thou shalt hear my counsel : thou know't my daughter's of a pretty age.
Nurse. Faith I can tell her age unto an hour.
Nurse. "I'll lay eighteen of my teeth, and yet to my teeth be it spoken, I have but eight, she's not eighteen ; how long is it 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 the be eighteen. Susan and The (God reft all christian souls) were of an age. Susan is with God ; she was too good for me. But as I. said, on Lammas-eve at night shall fhe be eighteen, that Shall she, marry, I remember it well. 'Tis fince the earthquake now fifteen Years, and she was wean'd ; I never shall forget it, of all the Days in the year, upon that day; for I had then laid wormwood to my breast, fitting in the fun under the dove-house-wall; my were then at Mantua
nay, I do bear a brain. But as I said, when it did taste the wormwood on the nipple of the breast, and felt it bitter, pretty fool, to see it teachy and fall out with the breaft. Shake, quoth the dovehouse --- 'twas no need I trow, to bid me trudge ; and fince that time it is fifteen years, for then the could stand alone, nay, by th' rood the could have run, and wad.
lord and you
led all about; for even the day before she broke her brows 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 haft more wit; wilt thou not Julé? and by my holy dam, the pretty wretch left crying, and said, ay ; To see now how a jest shall come about I warrant, and I should live a thoufand Years, I should not forget it : Wilt thou not, Julé, quoth he ? and pretty fool, it ftinted, and said, ay. ul. And stint thee too, I pray
peace. Nurse. Peace, I have done; God mark thee to his gracej Thou waft the prettiest babe that e'er I nurft : And I might live to see thee married once, I have my wish.
La. Cap. And that same marriage 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 thing only nurse, I'd say thou hadst fuck'd wisdom from thy tear.
La. Cap. Well, think of marriage now; younger Here in Verona, ladies of esfeem, 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.
Nursé. A man, young lady, lady, such a man
La. Cap. Verona's summer hath not such a flower.
Jul. I'll look to like, if looking liking move ;
Enter Gregory. Greg. Madam, new guests are come, and brave ones, all in masks. You are calld; my young lady asked for, the Nurse curs’d in the pantry ; fupper almost ready to be ferv'd up, and every thing in extremity. I mult bence and wait. La. Cap. We follow thee,
Ε Ν Ε VI.
A Hall in Capulet's House. The Capulets, Ladies, Guests, and Maskers, are discover'd. Cap. WElcome, Gentlemen. Ladies, that have Unplagued with corns, we'll have a bout with you. Who'll now deny to dance ? She that makes dainty, I'll swear hath corns.
I have seen the day e'er now, That I have worn a Visor, and cou'd tell A whispering tale in a fair lady's ear, Such as would please ; ’tis gone ; 'tis gone ; 'tis gone!
[Mufick plays, and they dance. More light ye knaves, and turn the tables up ; And quench the fire, the room is grown too hot. Ah, Sirrah, this unlook'd-for sport comes well. Nay fit, nay sit, good cousin Capulet, For you and I are past our dancing days : How long is't now since last yourself and I Were in a mask?
2 Cap. By'r lady, thirty years.
Cap. What, man! 'tis not so much, 'tis not so much 'Tis fince the nuptial of Lucentio, Come Pentecost as quickly as it will, Some five and twenty years, and then we mask'd.
2 Cap. 'Tis more, 'tis more ; his son is elder, Sir : His son is thirty.
Cap. Will you tell me that?
Rom. Cousin Benvolio, do you mark that Lady, which Doth enrich the hand of yonder gentleman.
Ben. I do,
Rom. Does she not teach the torches how to shine ?
Tib. This by his voice should be a Mountague,
To fleer and scorn at our solemnity?
Cap. Young Romeo, is't?
Tib. It fits, when such a villain is a guest.
Cap. He shall be endur’d.
lib. Patience perforce with wilful choler meeting,
[A Dance bere. Ram. If I prophane with my unworthy hand
[10 Juliet. This holy shrine, the gentle fine is this.
[Kiss. Jul. Good pilgrim, you do wrong your hand too
Rom. Have not faints lips, and holy palmers too ?
[Kiss. Nurse. Madam, your mother craves a word with you. Ben. What is her mother?
[To ber nurse. Nurse. Marry, bachelor, Her mother is the lady of the house, And a good lady, and a wise and virtuous, I nurs'd her daughter that you talk'd withal:
I tell you, he that can lay hold on her
Ben. Is she a Capulet?
Rom. Ay, so I fear, the more is my mishap. [Ex.
all. I thank you, honest gentlemen, good night: More torches here come on, then let's to supper.
Nurse. His name is Romeo, and a Mountague,
Jul. My only love fprung from my only hate! Too early seen, unknown; and known too late.
Nurse. What's this? what's this? Jul. A rhime I learn'd e'en now Of one I talk'd withal.
[One calls within, Juliet. Nurse. Anon, anonCome, let's away, the strangers are all gone. (Exeunt.