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  • Title: Romeo and Juliet (Romeo: Q2)
  • Editor: Roger Apfelbaum
  • ISBN: 1-55058-299-2

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    Author: William Shakespeare
    Editor: Roger Apfelbaum
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    Romeo and Juliet (Romeo: Q2)

    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,