| Nurse | |
Even or odd, of all days in the year, | |
| | Come Lammas-eve at night shall she be fourteen. | 20 |
| | 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. | 25 |
| | 'Tis 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; | 30 |
| | My lord and you were then at Mantua:-- | |
| | Nay, I do bear a brain:--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! | 35 |
| | 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 the rood, | |
| | She could have run and waddled all about; | 40 |
| | 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 hast more wit; | 45 |
| | Wilt thou not, Jule?' and, by my holidame, | |
| | The pretty wretch left crying and said 'Ay.' | |
| | To see, now, how a jest shall come about! | |
| | I warrant, an I should live a thousand years, | |
| | I never should forget it: 'Wilt thou not, Jule?' quoth he; | 50 |
| | And, pretty fool, it stinted and said 'Ay.' | |
| 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 | 55 |
| | A bump as big as a young cockerel's stone; | |
| | A parlous knock; and it cried bitterly: | |
| | 'Yea,' quoth my husband,'fall'st upon thy face? | |
| | Thou wilt fall backward when thou comest to age; | |
| | Wilt thou not, Jule?' it stinted and said 'Ay.' | 60 |
| LADY CAPULET | |
What say you? can you love the gentleman? | |
| | This night you shall behold him at our feast; | |
| | Read o'er the volume of young Paris' face, | |
| | And find delight writ there with beauty's pen; | 85 |
| | Examine every married lineament, | |
| | And see how one another lends content | |
| | And what obscured in this fair volume lies | |
| | Find written in the margent of his eyes. | |
| | This precious book of love, this unbound lover, | 90 |
| | To beautify him, only lacks a cover: | |
| | The fish lives in the sea, and 'tis much pride | |
| | For fair without the fair within to hide: | |
| | That book in many's eyes doth share the glory, | |
| | That in gold clasps locks in the golden story; | 95 |
| | So shall you share all that he doth possess, | |
| | By having him, making yourself no less. | |
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