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Romeo and Juliet (Quarto 2, 1599)

Author: William Shakespeare
Editor: Roger Apfelbaum
Peer Reviewed
The most lamentable Tragedie
his soule, a was a merrie man, tooke vp the child, yea quoth he, doest
390thou fall vpon thy face? thou wilt fall backward when thou hast more
wit, wilt thou not Iule? And by my holydam, the pretie wretch left
crying, and said I: to see now how a ieast shall come about: I warrant,
and I should liue a thousand yeares, I neuer should forget it: wilt thou
395not Iule quoth he? and pretie foole it stinted, and said I.
Old La. Inough of this, I pray thee hold thy peace.
Nurse. Yes Madam, yet I can not chuse but laugh, to thinke it
should leaue crying, and say I: and yet I warrant it had vpon it brow, a
400bump as big as a young Cockrels stone: a perillous knock, and it cryed
bitterly. Yea quoth my husband, fallst vpon thy face, thou wilt fall
backward when thou commest to age: wilt thou not Iule? It stinted,
and said I.
405Iuli. And stint thou too, I pray thee Nurse, say I.
Nurse. Peace I haue done: God marke thee too his grace, thou
wast the prettiest babe that ere I nurst, and I might liue to see thee
married once, I haue my wish.
Old La. Marrie, that marrie is the very theame
410I came to talke of, tell me daughter Iuliet,
How stands your dispositions to be married?
Iuliet. It is an houre that I dreame not of.
Nurse. An houre, were not I thine onely Nurse, I would say thou
hadst suckt wisedome from thy teate.
415Old La. Well thinke of marriage now, yonger then you
Here in Verona, Ladies of esteeme,
Are made alreadie mothers by my count.
I was your mother, much vpon these yeares
That you are now a maide, thus then in briefe:
420The valiant Paris seekes you for his loue.
Nurse. A man young Lady, Lady, such a man as all the world.
Why hees a man of waxe.
OldLa. Veronas Sommer hath not such a flower.
Nurse. Nay hees a flower, in faith a very flower.
425Old La. What say you, can you loue the Gentleman?
This night you shall behold him at our feast,
Reade ore the volume of young Paris face,
And