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Prick'd from the lazy finger of a maid.
Rom. Peace, peace,
Mer, True, I talk of dreams;
Ben. This wind you talk of, blows us from ourselves, And we hall come too late.
Rom. I fear too early : for my mind misgives
[Exeunt Mer. and Ben.
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Enter Lady Capulet, and Nurfe. La, Cap.
URSE, 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 ?
will? La. Cap. This is the matter. Nurse give leave a while, we muft talk in secret ; Nurse, come back again, I have remembred me, thou shalt hear
counsel : thou know'ft 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 she be eighteen. Sufan and the (God rest all christian souls) were of an age. Well, Susan is with God; she was too good for me.
But as I said, on Lammas-eve at night shall she be eighteen, that fall she, marry, I remember it well. 'Tis since 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, sitting in the sun under the dove-house-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 the breast, and felt it bitter, pretty fool, to see it teachy and fall out with the breast. Shake, quoth the dove. house--- -'twas no need I trow, to bid me trudge ; and fince that time it is fifteen years, for then she could stand alone, nay, by th' rood she could have run, and wadled
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 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 thousand Years, I should not forget it : Wilt thou not, Julé, quoth he? and pretty fool, it stinted, and said, ay. Jul. And stint thee too, I pray
thee peace. Nurse. Peace, I have done; God mark thee to his grace. Thou wast the prettiest babe that e'er I nurst : And I might live to see thee married once, I have my wish.
La. Cap. And that same marriage is the very theme,
Jul. It is an honour that I dream not of.
La. Cap. Well, think of marriage now; younger
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,
La. Cap. Verona's summer hath not such a fower.
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 ask'd for, the Nurse curs’d in the pantry ; fupper almost ready to be serv'd up, and every thing in extremity. I must hence and wait. La. Cap. We follow thee.
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A Hall in Capulet's House. The Capulets, Ladies, Guests, and Maskers, are discover'd. Сар. . 17 Elcome, Gentlemen. Ladies, that have
[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, his unlook'd for sport comes well. Nay fit, nay fit, good coufin 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 matk that Lady, which
Rom. Oh, she doth teach the torches to burn bright! Her beauty hangs upon the cheek of night, Like a rich Jewel in an Æthiops' ear ; The measure done, I'll watch her to her place, And touching hers, make happy my rude hand. Be still, be still, my fluttering heart,
"Tib. This by his voice should be a Mountague,
Cap. Young Romeo, is't ?
Cap. Content thee, gentle coz, let him alone,
Tib. It fits, when such a villian is a guest.
Cap. He shall be endur'd.
Tib. Patience perforce with wilful choler meeting,
A Dance here.
[T, Juliet. This holy shrine, the gentle fine is this.
[Kissen Jul. Good pilgrim, you do wrong your hand too
Rom, Have not saint lips, and holy palmers too?
[Kiss. Nurse. Madam, your mother craves a word with you. Ben. What is her mother?
[To her nurse, Nurse. Marry, batchelor,