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Romeo and Juliet (Folio 1, 1623)
351Enter Capulets Wife and Nurse.
353Nurse. Now by my Maidenhead, at twelue yeare old
354I bad her come, what Lamb: what Ladi-bird, God forbid,
355Where's this Girle? what Iuliet?
356Enter Iuliet.
357Iuliet. How now, who calls?
358Nur. Your Mother.
359Iuliet. Madam I am heere, what is your will?
must
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363my daughter's of a prety age.
364Nurse. Faith I can tell her age vnto an houre.
365Wife. Shee's not fourteene.
366Nurse. Ile lay fourteene of my teeth,
367And yet to my teene be it spoken,
368I haue but foure, shee's not fourteene.
369How long is it now to Lammas tide?
370Wife. A fortnight and odde dayes.
371Nurse. Euen or odde, of all daies in the yeare come
376rie, I remember it well. 'Tis since the Earth-quake now
378of all the daies of the yeare, vpon that day: for I had then
379laid Worme-wood to my Dug sitting in the Sunne vnder
380the Douehouse wall, my Lord and you were then at
381Mantua, nay I doe beare a braine. But as I said, when it
382did tast the Worme-wood on the nipple of my Dugge,
383and felt it bitter, pretty foole, to see it teachie, and fall out
384with the Dugge, Shake quoth the Doue-house, 'twas no
385neede I trow to bid mee trudge: and since that time it is
387roode she could haue runne, & wadled all about: for euen
389God be with his soule, a was a merrie man, tooke vp the
390Child, yea quoth hee, doest thou fall vpon thy face? thou
391wilt fall backeward when thou hast more wit, wilt thou
392not Iule? And by my holy-dam, the pretty wretch lefte
395forget it: wilt thou not Iulet quoth he? and pretty foole it
397Old La. Inough of this, I pray thee hold thy peace.
400it had vpon it brow, a bumpe as big as a young Cockrels
401stone? A perilous knock, and it cryed bitterly. Yea quoth
403ward when thou commest to age: wilt thou not Iule? It
406Nur. Peace I haue done: God marke thee too his grace
409Old La. Marry that marry is the very theame
410I came to talke of, tell me daughter Iuliet,
412Iuli. It is an houre that I dreame not of.
415Old La. Well thinke of marriage now, yonger then you
416Heere in Verona, Ladies of esteeme,
417Are made already Mothers. By my count
418I was your Mother, much vpon these yeares
419That you are now a Maide, thus then in briefe:
420The valiant Paris seekes you for his loue.
422the world. Why hee's a man of waxe.
427Read ore the volume of young Paris face,
428And find delight, writ there with Beauties pen:
429Examine euery seuerall liniament,
430And see how one another lends content:
431And what obscur'd in this faire volume lies,
432Find written in the Margent of his eyes.
433This precious Booke of Loue, this vnbound Louer,
434To Beautifie him, onely lacks a Couer.
436For faire without, the faire within to hide:
437That Booke in manies eyes doth share the glorie,
443Iuli. Ile looke to like, if looking liking moue.
444But no more deepe will I endart mine eye,
446Enter a Seruing man.
449tery, and euery thing in extremitie: I must hence to wait, I
453 Exeunt.