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But in those crystal scales, let there be weigh'd
Rom. I'll go along, no such fight to be shewn,
SCENE changes to. Capulet's House.
Enter Lady Capulet, and Nurse. La.Cap. N
URSE, where's my daughter? call her.
forth to me. Nurs. Now (by my maiden-head, at twelve years old) I'bade her.come; what, lamb,-what, lady-bird, God forbid !where's this girl? what, Juliet?
La. Car. This is the matter -Nurse, give leave a while, we must talk in secret ;, Nurse, come back again, I have remember'd me, thou shalt hear our counsel: thou know'st my daughter's of a pretty age.
Nurse. Faith, I can tell her age unto an hour.
Nure. I'M 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. Lummas-tide ?
La. Cap. A fortnight and odd days.
Nurse. Even or odd; of all days in the year, come Lammas. eve at night, Mall she be fourteen. Svfan and (7) --let there be weigb'd
Your lady's love against some orber maid.] Bùt the comparison was not to be betwixt the love that Romeo's mistress paid him, and the : person of any other young woman: but betwixt Romeo's mistress her. felf, and some other that should be match'd againft ber. The Poet : therefore must certainly have wrote ;
Your lady-love against some other maid... So the comparison stands right, and fengibly
the (God reft all christian souls!) were of an age. Well,
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’lt upon thy face? thou wilt fall backward when thou comeft to age, wilt thou. not, Julé ? it stinted, and said, Ay.
Jul. And stint thee too, I pray thee, nurse, say I.
I came to talk of. Tell me, daughter Juliet,
Jul. It is an honour that I dream not of.
Lai Cap. Well, think of marriage now; younger: Here in Verona, ladies of efteem,
[than you Are made already mothers. By my count, I was your mother much upon
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
La. Cap. Verona's fummer hath not such a flower.
man ? (8)
Nurse. No less ? Nay, bigger ; women grow by mena
(8) What say you? Can you like the gentleman?] This speech of i lady Capulet, tho I cannot readily commend it, yet I could not conceive I had any authority to leave it out. I have resor'd many. other passages in this play, not of the best Atamp, but for the same: reasonë.
But no more deep will I indart mine eye,
Enter a Servant.
La. Cap. We follow thee. Juliet, the County itays.
SCENE, a Street before Capulet's House.
other maskers, torch-bearers, and drums.
Or shall we on without apology? [excuse.?
Rom. Give me a torch, I am not for this ambling.
Mer. Nay, gentle Romeo, we must have you dance.
Rom. Not I, believe me; you have dancing shoes
Mer. You are a lover ; borrow Cupid's wings,
(9) Scaring the ladies like a cowkeeper.] I led Mr. Pope into this mistaken reading, which I once thought the true-one, before I fully understood the passage. But I have prov'd, that crow-keeper, which posteffes all the old copies, is the genuine reading of the Poet, in my .49th gote on King. Lear,
Rom. I am too fore enpearced with his shaft,
Mer. And to fink in it, should you burden love :
Rom. Is love a tender thing? It is too rough, Too rude, too boistrous; and it pricks like thorn.
M:r. 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;
[Pulling of his mak. A visor for a visor! what care 1, What curious eye doth quote deformities? Here are the beetle-brows shall blush for me.
Ben. Come, knock and enter; and no sooner in, But ev'ry man betake him to his legs.
Rom. A torch for me. Let wantons, light of heart, Tickle the senseless rushes with their heels; For I am proverb'd with a grandfire-phrase ; I'll be a candle-holder, and look on. The game was ne'er so fair, and I am done.
Mer. Tut! dun's the mouse, the constable's own word; If thou art dun, we'll draw thee from the mire; Or, save your reverence, love, wherein thou stick'it Up to thine.ears : come, we burn day-light, ho.
Rom. Nay, that's not fo.
Mer.. I mean, Sir, in delay
Rom. And we mean well in going to this malk;
Mer, Why, may one ask ?