1    Nurse, where's my daughter? call her forth to me.

2    Now, by my maidenhead, at twelve year old,
3    I bade her come. What, lamb! what, ladybird!
4    God forbid! Where's this girl? What, Juliet!

5    How now! who calls?

6    Your mother.

7    Madam, I am here.
8    What is your will?

9    This is the matter:--Nurse, give leave awhile,
10   We must talk in secret:--nurse, come back again;
11   I have remember'd me, thou's hear our counsel.
12   Thou know'st my daughter's of a pretty age.

13   Faith, I can tell her age unto an hour.

14   She's not fourteen.

15   I'll lay fourteen of my teeth,--
16   And yet, to my teeth be it spoken, I have but four--
17   She is not fourteen. How long is it now
18   To Lammas-tide?

19   A fortnight and odd days.

20   Even or odd, of all days in the year,
21   Come Lammas-eve at night shall she be fourteen.
22   Susan and she--God rest all Christian souls!--
23   Were of an age: well, Susan is with God;
24   She was too good for me: but, as I said,
25   On Lammas-eve at night shall she be fourteen;
26   That shall she, marry; I remember it well.
27   'Tis since the earthquake now eleven years;
28   And she was wean'd,--I never shall forget it,--
29   Of all the days of the year, upon that day:
30   For I had then laid wormwood to my dug,
31   Sitting in the sun under the dove-house wall;
32   My lord and you were then at Mantua:--
33   Nay, I do bear a brain:--but, as I said,
34   When it did taste the wormwood on the nipple
35   Of my dug and felt it bitter, pretty fool,
36   To see it tetchy and fall out with the dug!
37   Shake quoth the dove-house: 'twas no need, I trow,
38   To bid me trudge:
39   And since that time it is eleven years;
40   For then she could stand alone; nay, by the rood,
41   She could have run and waddled all about;
42   For even the day before, she broke her brow:
43   And then my husband--God be with his soul!
44   A' was a merry man--took up the child:
45   'Yea,' quoth he, 'dost thou fall upon thy face?
46   Thou wilt fall backward when thou hast more wit;
47   Wilt thou not, Jule?' and, by my holidame,
48   The pretty wretch left crying and said 'Ay.'
49   To see, now, how a jest shall come about!
50   I warrant, an I should live a thousand years,
51   I never should forget it: 'Wilt thou not, Jule?' quoth he;
52   And, pretty fool, it stinted and said 'Ay.'

53   Enough of this; I pray thee, hold thy peace.

54   Yes, madam: yet I cannot choose but laugh,
55   To think it should leave crying and say 'Ay.'
56   And yet, I warrant, it had upon its brow
57   A bump as big as a young cockerel's stone;
58   A parlous knock; and it cried bitterly:
59   'Yea,' quoth my husband,'fall'st upon thy face?
60   Thou wilt fall backward when thou comest to age;
61   Wilt thou not, Jule?' it stinted and said 'Ay.'

62   And stint thou too, I pray thee, nurse, say I.

63   Peace, I have done. God mark thee to his grace!
64   Thou wast the prettiest babe that e'er I nursed:
65   An I might live to see thee married once,
66   I have my wish.

67   Marry, that 'marry' is the very theme
68   I came to talk of. Tell me, daughter Juliet,
69   How stands your disposition to be married?

70   It is an honour that I dream not of.

71   An honour! were not I thine only nurse,
72   I would say thou hadst suck'd wisdom from thy teat.

73   Well, think of marriage now; younger than you,
74   Here in Verona, ladies of esteem,
75   Are made already mothers: by my count,
76   I was your mother much upon these years
77   That you are now a maid. Thus then in brief:
78   The valiant Paris seeks you for his love.

79   A man, young lady! lady, such a man
80   As all the world--why, he's a man of wax.

81   Verona's summer hath not such a flower.

82   Nay, he's a flower; in faith, a very flower.

83   What say you? can you love the gentleman?
84   This night you shall behold him at our feast;
85   Read o'er the volume of young Paris' face,
86   And find delight writ there with beauty's pen;
87   Examine every married lineament,
88   And see how one another lends content
89   And what obscured in this fair volume lies
90   Find written in the margent of his eyes.
91   This precious book of love, this unbound lover,
92   To beautify him, only lacks a cover:
93   The fish lives in the sea, and 'tis much pride
94   For fair without the fair within to hide:
95   That book in many's eyes doth share the glory,
96   That in gold clasps locks in the golden story;
97   So shall you share all that he doth possess,
98   By having him, making yourself no less.

99   No less! nay, bigger; women grow by men.

100  Speak briefly, can you like of Paris' love?

101  I'll look to like, if looking liking move:
102  But no more deep will I endart mine eye
103  Than your consent gives strength to make it fly.

104  Madam, the guests are come, supper served up, you
105  called, my young lady asked for, the nurse cursed in
106  the pantry, and every thing in extremity. I must
107  hence to wait; I beseech you, follow straight.

108  We follow thee.
Exit Servant
109  Juliet, the county stays.

110  Go, girl, seek happy nights to happy days.