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I have remember'd me, thou shalt hear our counsel.
Nurse. 'Faith, I can tell her age unto an hour.
I 'll lay fourteen of my teeth,
La. Cap. A fortnight, and odd days.
Nurse. Even or odd, of all days in the year, Come Lammas-eve at night, shall she be fourteen. Susan and she -God rest all Christian souls !Were of an age.-Well, Susan is with God; She was too good for me : But, as I said, On Lammas-eve at night shall she be fourteen; That shall she, marry; I remember it well. 'T is since the earthquake now eleven years ; And she was wean'd,- I never shall forget it,Of all the days of the year, upon that day : For I had then laid wormwood to my dug, Sitting in the sun under the dove-house wall, My lord and you were then at Mantua :Nay, I do bear a brain : b-but, as I said, When it did taste the wormwood on the nipple Of my dug, and felt it bitter, pretty fool ! To see it tetchy, and fall out with the dug. Shake, quoth the dove-house : ’t was no need, I trow, To bid me trudge. And since that time it is eleven years : For then she could stand alone; nay, by the rood, She could have run and waddled all about. For even the day before, she broke her brow : And then my husband-God be with his soul! 'A was a merry man!- took up the child : Yea, quoth be, dost thou fall upon thy face?
a Teen-sorrow. h Bear a brain-have a memory-a common expression.
Thou wilt fall backward, when thou hast more wit;
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; A parlous b knock; and it cried bitterly. Yea, quoth my husband, fall'st upon thy face? Thou wilt fall backward, when thou com'st to age; Wilt thou not, Jule? it stinted, and said--Ay.
Jul. And stint thou too, I pray thee, nurse, say I. Nurse. Peace, I have done. God mark thee to his
Thou wast the prettiest babe that e'er I nurs'd :
La. Cap. Marry, that marry is the very theme
Jul. It is an honour that I dream not of.
Nurse. An honour! were not I thine only nurse,
& It stinted-it stopped.
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. No less ? nay, bigger; women grow by men.
Jul. I 'll look to like, if looking liking move :
Enter a Servant. Serv. Madam, the guests are come, supper served up, you called, my young lady asked for, the nurse cursed in the pantry, and everything in extremity. I must hence to wait; I beseech you, follow straight.
La. Cap. We follow thee.-Juliet, the county stays. Nurse. Go, girl, seek happy nights to happy days.
SCENE IV.-A Street.
Six Maskers, Torch-Bearers, and others.
Ben. The date is out of such prolixity :
Rom. Give me a torch,—I am not for this ambling; Being but heavy I will bear the light.
Mer. Nay, gentle Romeo, we must have you dance.
Rom. Not I, believe me : you have dancing shoes, With nimble soles : I have a soul of lead, So stakes me to the ground I cannot move.
Mer. You are a lover ; borrow Cupid's wings,
Rom. I am too sore enpierced with his shaft,
Mer. And, to sink in it, should you burden love :
Rom. Is love a tender thing? it is too rough, Too rude, too boist'rous; and it pricks like thorn.
Mer. If love be rough with you, be rough with love ; Prick love for pricking, and you beat love down.Give me a case to put my visage in:
[Putting on a mask. A visor for a visor !—what care I,
What curious eye doth quote a deformities?
Ben. Come, knock, and enter; and no sooner in,
Rom. A torch for me: let wantons, light of heart,
Rom. Nay, that's not so.
I mean, sir, in delay
Rom. And we mean well in going to this mask;
Why, may one ask ?
And so did I.
That dreamers often lie. Rom. In bed, asleen, while they do dream things true.
Mer. O, then, I see, queen Mab hath been with you. She is the fairies' midwife; and she comes In shape no bigger than an agate-stone On the fore-finger of an alderman, Drawn with a team of little atomies Athwart men's noses as they lie asleep : Her waggon-spokes made of long spinners' legs, The cover, of the wings of grasshoppers ; Her traces of the smallest spider's web;