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Rom. When the devout Religion of mine Eye
Ben. Tut, tut, you saw her fair, none else being by,
Rom. I'll go along, no such fight to be shewn,
SCENE II, Capulet's House.
Enter Lady Capulet, and Nurse. La. Cap. Nurse, where's my Daughter? call her forth to me.
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?
La. Cap. This is the matter - Nurse, give Icave a while,
. Faith, I can tell her Age unto an Hour. La. Cap. She's not fourteen.
Nurse. 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 Lam. mas-Eve at Night shall she be fourteen. Sulan and the, 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 LammasEve 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 DoveHouse Wall, my Lord and you were then at Mantua - nay, 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, Q 1oth 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, byth' Rood she could have run, and wadled all about ; for even the Day before the broke her Brow, and then my Husband, God be 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, Juliet? And by my Holy-dam, the pretty Wretch left Crying, and said, Ay; ró see now how a Jeft Thall come about. I warrant, and I should live a thousand Years, I never fould forget it : Wilt thou not Juliet, quoth he? and pretty Fool, it ftinted, and said, Ay.
La. Cap. Enough of this, I pray thee hold thy Peace.
Nnrse. Yes, Madam, yet I cannot chufe but laugh, to thick it should leave crying, and say, Ay; and yet I warrant it had upon its Brow a bump as big as a young Cockrels Stone : A perilous knock, and it cried bitterly. Yea, quoth my Husband, fallst upon thy Face & thou wilt fall backward when thou comeft to Age; wilt thou not, Juliet? It stinred, and said, Ay.
Jul. And stine thee too, I pray thee, Nurse, say I.
Nurse. Peace, I have done : God mark thee to his Grace, thou wast the prettiest Babe that e'er I nurst, and I might live to see thee married once, I have my wish.
La. Cap. Marry, that marry is the very Theam
Jul. 'Tis an hour that I dream not of.
Nurse. An hour, were not I thine only Nurse, I wouid say that thou hadît suck'd Wisdom from thy Teat.
La. Cap. La. Cap. Well, think of Marriage now; younger than you Here in Verona, Ladies of Esteem, Are made already Mothers. By iny 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 á Man, as all the World - Why he's a Man of Wax.
La. Cap. Verona's Summer hath not such a Flower.
La. Cn. What say you, can you love the Gentleman?
Ful. I'll look to like, if looking liking move.
Enter a Servant. Ser. Madam, the Guests are come, Supper serv'd up, you callid, 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 straight.
[Exit. La. Cap. We follow thee. Juliet, the County stays. Nurse. Go, Girl, seek happy Nights to happy Days.
Enter Romeo, Mercutio, Benvolio, with five or fix other
Ben. The date is out of such prolixity,
Mer. Nay, gentle Romeo, we must have you dance.
Mer. You are a Lover, borrow Cupid's Wings,
Rom. I am too sore impierced with his Shaft,
Mer. And to fink in it, should you burden Love;
Rom. Is Love a tender thing? it is too rough,
Mer. If Love be rough with you, be rough with Love;
Ben. Come knock and enter, and no sooner ing
Rom. A Torch for me, let Wantons, light of Heart,
Mer. Tut, Dun's the Mouse, the Constables own word;
Or, fave your Reverence, Love, wherein thou stickest
Rom. Nay, that's not so.
Mer. I mean, Sir, we delay.
Rom. And we mean well in going to this Mask ;
Mer. Why, may one ask?
Mer. O then I fee Queen Mab hath been with you: She is the Fairies Mid-wife, and she comes in shape no big. ger than an Agat-stone on the Fore-finger of an Alderman, drawn with a teem of little Atomies, over Mens Noses as they lye asleep: Her Waggon Spokes made of long Spinners Legs ; the Cover, of the Wings of Grashoppers ; her Trace of the smallest Spider's Web; her Collars of the Moonshine's watry beams; her Whip of Cricket's bone; the Lash of film; 'her Waggoner a small gray-coated Gnat, not half so big as a round little Worm, pricke from the lazy Finger of a Woman. Her Chariot is an empty HazelNut, made by the Joyner Squirrel or old Grub, time out of mind, the Fairies Coach-makers : And in this state the gallops Night by Night, through Lovers Brains; and then they dream of Love. On Countries Knees, that dream on Cursies strait: O'er Lawyers Fingers, who ftrait dream on Fees : O'er Ladies Lips, who ftrait on Kisses dream, which oft the angry Mab with Blisters plagues, because their breaths with Sweet-meats tainted are. Sometimes she gallops o'er à Courtier's Nose, and then dreams he of smelling out a Suit: And fometimes comes she with a Tith-pigs Tail, tickling a Parson's Nose as he lies afleep; then he dreams of another Benefice. Somecimes the driveth o'er a Soldier's Neck, and then dreams he of cutting Foreign Throats, of Breaches, Ambuscadoes, Spanish Blades ; of Healths five Fathom deep; and then anon drums in his Ears, at which