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Enter LADY CAPULET and NURSE. Lady C. Nurse, where's my daughter? call her
forth to me. Nurse. Now by my faith I bade her come; what lamb, what lady-bird, God forbid-where's this girl? what Juliet!
Lady C. This is the matter -Nurse, give leave a while, we must talkin secret;-Nurse, come back again. I have remembered me, thou shalt hear my counsel. Thou know'st my daughter's of a pretty age.
Nurse. Faith, I can tell her age into 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 ?
Lady C. A fortnight and odd days.
Nurse. Even or odd, of all days in the year,
My lord and you were then at Mantua :-
Jul. I pray thee, peace.
Thou wast the prettiest babe that ere I nurs’d:
wish. Lady Č. 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 thine only nurse, I'd
say, thou hadst suck'd wisdom from thy breast. Lady C. Well, think of marriage now. Younger
Here in Verona, ladies of esteem,
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.
Jul. l'll look to like, if looking liking move;
Enter Peter. Peter. Madam, new guests are come, and brave ones, all in masks. You are called; my young lady asked for, the Nurse cursed in the pantry; supper almost ready to be served up, and every thing in extremity. I must hence, and wait. I beseech you, follow straight. Lady C. We follow thee.
A Hall in CAPULET's House.
The CAPULETS, LADIES, Guests, and MASKERS
are discovered.-Music plays. Cap. Welcome, gentlemen. Ladies, that have your
feet Unplagu'd with corns, we'll have a bout with you. Who'll now deny to dance ? She, that makes dainty, I'll swear hath corns.
Enter Romeo, MERCUTIO, &c.
gone. More light, ye knaves, and turn the tables up; And quench the fire, the room is grown too hot. Rom. Cousin Benvolio, do you mark that lady
Ben. I do.
Tib. This, by his voice, should be a Montague,
Now, by the stock and honour of my race,
Cap. Young Romeo is't?
Cap. Content thee, gentle coz, let him alone,
Tib. It fits, when such a villain is a guest; l'll not endure him.
Cap. He shall be endur'd.
Tib. Patience perforce with wilful choler meeting, Makes
my flesh tremble in their difference. I will withdraw ; but this intrusion shall, Now seeming sweet, convert to bitter gall.
Exit TIBALT. Rom. If I profane, with my unworthy hand,
[TO JULIET. This holy shrine, the gentle fine is this. [Kiss. Jul. Good pilgrim, you do wrong your hand too
much. For palm to palm is holy palmer's kiss.
Rom. Have not saints lips, and holy palmers too ? Jul, Ay, pilgrim, lips, that they must use in prayer. Rom. Thus then, dear saint, let lips put up their prayers.
[Kiss. Nurse. Madam, your mother craves a word with
Mer. What is her mother?
[To 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, Shall have the chink.
Mer. Is she a Capulet? Romeo, let's begone, the sport
Cap. Nay, gentlemen, prepare not to begone,
[Exit. Jul. Come hither, Nurse—What is yon gentleman? Nurse. The son and heir of old Tiberio.
[Exit Ben. Jul. What's he, that is now a-going out of door? Nurse. That, as I think, is young Mercutio.
[Erit MER. Jul. What's he, that follows [Exit Romeo. Nurse. I know not.
Jul. Go, ask his name. If he be married, My grave is like to be my wedding bed.
Nurse. His name is Romeo, and a Montague, The only son of your great enemy.
Jul. My only love, sprung from my only hate ! Too early seen, unknown! and known too late.
Nurse. What's this? what's this!
Jul. A rhyme I learn’d e'en now, Of one I talk'd withal. Nurse. Come, let's away, the strangers are all gone.