389404 his soule, a was a merrie man, tooke vp the child, yea quoth he, doest

390405thou fall vpon thy face? thou wilt fall backward when thou hast more

391406wit, wilt thou not Iule? And by my holydam, the pretie wretch left

393407crying, and said I: to see now how a ieast shall come about: I warrant,

394408and I should liue a thousand yeares, I neuer should forget it: wilt thou

395409not Iule quoth he? and pretie foole it stinted, and said I.

397410Old La. Inough of this, I pray thee hold thy peace.

398411 Nurse. Yes Madam, yet I can not chuse but laugh, to thinke it

399412should leaue crying, and say I: and yet I warrant it had vpon it brow, a

400413bump as big as a young Cockrels stone: a perillous knock, and it cryed

401414bitterly. Yea quoth my husband, fallst vpon thy face, thou wilt fall

402415backward when thou commest to age: wilt thou not Iule? It stinted,

404416and said I.

405417Iuli. And stint thou too, I pray thee Nurse, say I.

406418 Nurse. Peace I haue done: God marke thee too his grace, thou

407419wast the prettiest babe that ere I nurst, and I might liue to see thee

408420married once, I haue my wish.

409421Old La. Marrie, that marrie is the very theame

410422I came to talke of, tell me daughter Iuliet,

411423How stands your dispositions to be married?

412424Iuliet. It is an houre that I dreame not of.

413425 Nurse. An houre, were not I thine onely Nurse, I would say thou

414426hadst suckt wisedome from thy teate.

415427Old La. Well thinke of marriage now, yonger then you

416428Here in Verona, Ladies of esteeme,

417429Are made alreadie mothers by my count.

418430I was your mother, much vpon these yeares

419431That you are now a maide, thus then in briefe:

420432The valiant Paris seekes you for his loue.

421433Nurse. A man young Lady, Lady, such a man as all the world.

422434Why hees a man of waxe.

423435OldLa. Veronas Sommer hath not such a flower.

424436Nurse. Nay hees a flower, in faith a very flower.

425437Old La. What say you, can you loue the Gentleman?

426438This night you shall behold him at our feast,

427439Reade ore the volume of young Paris face,