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Rom. For your broken shin.
Rom. Not mad, but bound more than a mad man is :
[To tbe Servant. Ser. God gi' good-e’en: I pray, Sir, can you read ? Rom. Ay, mine own fortune in my misery.
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.] Signior Martino, and his wife and daughters; Count An
selm and bis beauteous fifters; the Lady widow of Vitruvio; Signior Placentio, and his lovely neices; Mercutio, and his brother Valentine ; mine uncle Capulet, his wife and daughters ; my fair neice Rosaline, Livia, Signior Valentio, and his cousin Tybalt ; Lucio, and the lively Helena.
A fair assembly; whither should they come ?
Ser. Now I'll tell you without asking. My master is the great rich Capulet, and if you be not of the house of Mountagues, I pray come and crafh' a cup of wine. Rest you merry
Ben. At this fame ancient feast of Capulet's, Sups the fair Rosaline, whom thou so lov'st;
With 8 Rom. Whither? to supper? Serv. To our houfe ...old edit. Warb. emend.
With all th' admired beauties of Verona.
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, But to rejoice in splendor of mine own. [Exeunt.
Enter Lady Capulet, and Nurse. La. Cap.
where's Nurse, 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 girl? what, Juliet !
Enter Juliet. Jul. How now, who calls ? Nurse. Your mother. Jul. Madam, I am here, what is your will? La. Cap. This is the matter - Nurse, give leave a
while, I these
2 Lady's love .... old edit. Theob. emend.
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 lay fourteen of my teeth, (and yet to my teen be it spoken, I have but four,) she's not fourteen; 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 Lammas-eve at night shall she be fourteen. Safan and the (God reft all Christian souls) were of an age. Well, SuJan 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. 'Tis fince the earthquake now eleven years, and she was wean'd, 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 at Mantua nay, 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 she 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 thy face? thou wilt fall backward when thou haft more wit, wilt thou not, Julé ? and by my holy-dam, the pretty wretch left crying, and said, ay; To see now how a jest should come 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, fall’ft upon thy face? thou wilt fall backward when thou comeft to age; wilt thou not, Julé ? it ftinted, 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,
La. Cáp. And that same marriage is the very theme
Jul. It is an honour that I dream not of.
Nurse. An honour ? were not I thine only nurse, I'd say thou hadst suck'd wisdom from thy teat. [you
La. Cap. Well, think of marriage now ; younger than Here in Verona, Ladies of esteem, Are made already mothers. By my count, I was your mother much
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
La. Cap. Verona's summer hath not such a flower.
Jul. I'll look to like, if looking liking move.
Enter a Servant. Ser. Madam, the guests are come, supper serv'd up, you call'd, my young Lady ask'd for, the nurse curft in the pantry, and every thing in extremity; I must hence to wait, I beseech you follow.a
[Exeunt, Vol. VI.
SCENE (a) — I beseech you follow. La Cap. We follow thee. Juliet, the County stays. Nurse. Go, girl, seek happy nights to happy days.
A Street before Capulet's House.
Hat, shall this speech be spoke for our excuse?
Or shall we on without apology?
Rom. Give me a torch, I am not for this ambling.
Rom. Not I, believe me; you have dancing shoes
Mer. Give me a case to put my visage in,
Rom. A torch for me. Let wantons, light of heart,
1 (a) and look on, The game was ne'er so fair, and I am done.
Mer. Tut, dun's the mouse, the conttable's own word;