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house of Montagues, I pray, come and crush a cup of wine 10. Rest you' merry.
[Exit. Ben. At this same ancient feast of Capulet's Sups the fair Rosaline, whom thou so lov'st; With all the admired beauties of Verona : Go thither; and, with unattainted eye, Compare her face with some that I shall show, And I will make thee think thy swan a crow.
Rom. When the devout religion of mine eye
Maintains such falsehood, then turn tears to fires ! And these,—who, often drown'd, could never die;
Transparent hereticks, be burnt for liars !
Ben. Tut! you saw her fair, none else being by,
Rom. I'll go along, no such sight to be shown, But to rejoice in splendour of mine own. [Exeunt.
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. How now, who calls ?
Madam, I am here. What is
will ? La. Cap. This is the matter:-Nurse, give leave
Nurse, 'Faith, I can tell her age unto an hour.
I'll lay fourteen of my teeth,
A fortnight, and odd days.
And she was wean'd,-I never shall forget it,
the child: Yea, quoth he, dost thou fall upon thy face? Thou wilt fall backward, when thou hast more wit; Wilt thou not, Jule? and, by my holy-dam, The pretty wretch left crying, and said --Ay: To see now, how a jest shall come about! I warrant,,an I should live a thousand years, I never should forget it; Wilt thou nwt, Jule? quoth he: And, pretty fool, it stinted, and said-Ay. La. Cap. Enough of this; I pray thee, hold thy
peace. Nurse. Yes, madam ; Yet I cannot choose but laugh, To think it should leave crying, and say-Ay: And yet, I warrant, it had upon its brow
A bump as big as a young cockrel's stone;
Jul. And stint thou too, I pray thee, nurse, say I.
La. Cap. Marry, that marry is the very theme
Jul. 13 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.
La. Cap. Well, think of marriage now; younger
Here in Verona, ladies of esteem,
these 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 flower. Nurse. Nay, he's a flower; in faith, a very flower. La. Cap. 14 What say you ? can you love the gentle.
This night you shall behold him at our feast:
Nurse. No less ? nay, bigger ; women grow by
La. Cap. Speak briefly, can you like of Paris' love?
Jul. I'll look to like, if looking liking move :
Enter a Servant,
Serv. Madam, the guests are come, supper served up, you callid, my young lady ask'd for, the nurse cursed 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.