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If she agree, within her scope of choice
with me. Go, sirrah, trudge about,
[Exeunt Cap. and Par. Ser. Find them out whose names are written here? It is written, that the shooe-maker should meddle with his yard, and the tailor with his last, the fisher with his pencil, and the painter with his
But I am sent to find those persons whose names are here writ, and can never find what names the writing person hath here writ. I must to the learned ----- in good time.
Enter Benvolio and Romeo.
One pain is lessen'd by another's anguish;
your broken shin.
Take thou some new infection to the eye,
Rom. Your plantan leaf is excellent for that.
Rom. Not mad, but bound more than a mad man is :
Ser. God gi' good-e’en: I pray, Sir, can you read ?
Ser. Perhaps you have learn'd it without book: but, I pray, can you read any thing you see?
Rom. Ay, if I know the letters and the language.
[He reads the letter.]
and his beauteous fifters; the lady widow of Vitruvio; Signor Placentino, and his lovely neices; Mercutio and his brother Valentine; mine uncle Capulet, his wife and daughters; my fair neice Rosaline, Livio, fignior Valento, and his cousin Tibalt; Lucio, and the lively Helena. A fair assembly; whither should they come ?
great rich Capulet, and if you be not of the house of Mountagues, I pray come and crush a cup of wine. Rest you merry,
Ben. At this fame ancient feast of Capulets,
Maintains such falsehood, then turn tears to fires;
Transparent hereticks, be burnt for liars.
Ben. Tut, tut, you saw her fair, none else being by,
Rom. I'll go along, no such fight to be shewn,
SC EN E IV.
La. Cap. NUR SE..where's my daughter ? call her forth
Nurse. Now (by my maiden-head, at twelve years old) i bad her come; what lamb, what lady-bird, god forbid - where's this girN: what, Juliet ?
Jul, How now, who calls :
La. Cap. This is the matter - Nurse, give leave a while, we must talk in secret; nurse come back again, I have remembred me, thou shalt hear my counsel: thou know'st my daughter's of a pretty age.
Nurse, Faith I can tell her age unto an hour.
Nurse. I'll ļay fourteen of my teeth, and yet to my teeth be it spoken, I have bur four, she's not four-teen; how long is it now to Lammas-tide ?
La. Cap. A fortnight and odd days. Nurse.' Even or odd, of all days in the year, come Lammaseve 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 'Thall she be fourreen, that shall she, marry, I remember it well.
'Tis since the earthquake pov eleven years, and she was wean’d, ' I
I never shall forget it, of all the days in the year, upon that
day; for I had then laid worm-wood to my dug, sitting in the < sun under the dove-house wall, my lord and you were then af (Mantua
---- Day, I do bear a brain. But as I said, when it • did taste the worm-wood on the nipple of my dug, and felt it 'bitter, pretty fool, to see it teachy, and fall out with the dug. ' Shake, quoth the dove-house --'twas no need I trow to bid
me trudge; and since that time it is eleven years, for then she • could stand alone, nay, by th’ rood she could have run, and ' wadled all about ; for even the day before the broke her brow, ' and then my husband, (God be with his soul, a was a merry * man,) took up the child; yea, quoth he, dost thou fall upon Vol. VI. K k.
thy or, teen, as in the old edition.
thy face? thou will fall backward when thou hast more wit, ( wilt thou not, Julé? and by my holy-dam, the pretty wrecch ' left crying, and said, ay; To fee now how a jest shall come I about. I warrant, an I should live a thousand years, I never • should forget it: Wilt thou not, Julé, quoth he? and pretty fool, it stinted, and said, ay. La. Cap. Enough of this, I pray thee hold thy peace.
† Nurse. Yes, madam; yet I cannot chuse 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 perilous knock, and it cried bitterly. Yea, quoth my husband, fallst upon thy face ? thou wilt fall backward when thou comest to age; wilt thou not, Julé? it stinted, and said, ay.
Jul. And stint thee too, I pray thee, nurse, say I.
Nurse. Peace, I have done: God mark thee to his grace,
Jul. It is an honour that I dream not of.
Nurse. An honour ? were not I thine only nurse, I'd say thou hadft suck'd wisdom from thy teat.
La. Cap. Well, think of marriage now; younger than you Here in Verona, ladies of esteem, Are made already mothers. By my count, I was your mother much upon these
years That you are now a maid. Thus then in brief, The valiant Paris seeks you for his love.
Nurse. A man, young lady, lady, such a man As all the world - -- Why he's a man of wax,
+ This speech and tautology is not in the first edition, d Marry, that marry is the very theam. .