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Enter
LADY CAPULET and
NURSE
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Enter
LADY CAPULET and
NURSE
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| LADY CAPULET
Nurse, where’s my daughter? Call her forth to me.
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LADY CAPULET
Nurse, where’s my daughter? Call her forth to me.
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| NURSE
Now, by my maidenhead at twelve year old
I bade her come. What, lamb! What, ladybird!
God forbid! Where’s this girl? What, Juliet!
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NURSE
Now, by my maidenhead at twelve year old
I bade her come. What, lamb! What, ladybird!
God forbid! Where’s this girl? What, Juliet!
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Enter
JULIET
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Enter
JULIET
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| JULIET
5 How now, who calls?
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JULIET
How now, who calls?
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| NURSE
Your mother.
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NURSE
Your mother.
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| JULIET
Madam, I am here. What is your will?
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JULIET
Madam, I am here. What is your will?
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| LADY CAPULET
This is the matter.—Nurse, give leave awhile,
We must talk in secret.—Nurse, come back again.
10 I have remembered me. Thou’s hear our counsel.
Thou know’st my daughter’s of a pretty age.
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LADY CAPULET
This is the matter.—Nurse, give leave awhile,
We must talk in secret.—Nurse, come back again.
I have remembered me. Thou’s hear our counsel.
Thou know’st my daughter’s of a pretty age.
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| NURSE
Faith, I can tell her age unto an hour.
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NURSE
Faith, I can tell her age unto an hour.
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| LADY CAPULET
She’s not fourteen.
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LADY CAPULET
She’s not fourteen.
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| NURSE
I’ll lay fourteen of my teeth—and yet, to my teen be it spoken, I have but four—she is not fourteen. How long is it now to Lammastide?
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NURSE
I’ll lay fourteen of my teeth—and yet, to my teen be it spoken, I have but four—she is not fourteen. How long is it now to Lammastide?
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| LADY CAPULET
A fortnight and odd days.
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LADY CAPULET
A fortnight and odd days.
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| NURSE
Even or odd, of all days in the year,
Come Lammas Eve at night shall she be fourteen.
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 weaned—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 dovehouse 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!
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!
He 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 holy dame,
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.
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NURSE
Even or odd, of all days in the year,
Come Lammas Eve at night shall she be fourteen.
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.
'Tis since the earthquake now eleven years,
And she was weaned—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 dovehouse wall.
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!
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,
For even the day before, she broke her brow.
And then my husband—God be with his soul!
He 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,
Wilt thou not, Jule?” and, by my holy dame,
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.
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| LADY CAPULET
Enough of this. I pray thee, hold thy peace.
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LADY CAPULET
Enough of this. I pray thee, hold thy peace.
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| 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 perilous 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.”
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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
A bump as big as a young cockerel’s stone,
A perilous 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.”
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| JULIET
60 And stint thou too, I pray thee, Nurse, say I.
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JULIET
And stint thou too, I pray thee, Nurse, say I.
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| NURSE
Peace, I have done. God mark thee to his grace!
Thou wast the prettiest babe that e'er I nursed.
An I might live to see thee married once,
I have my wish.
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NURSE
Peace, I have done. God mark thee to his grace!
Thou wast the prettiest babe that e'er I nursed.
An I might live to see thee married once,
I have my wish.
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| LADY CAPULET
65 Marry, that “marry” is the very theme
I came to talk of. Tell me, daughter Juliet,
How stands your disposition to be married?
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LADY CAPULET
Marry, that “marry” is the very theme
I came to talk of. Tell me, daughter Juliet,
How stands your disposition to be married?
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| JULIET
It is an honor that I dream not of.
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JULIET
It is an honor that I dream not of.
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| NURSE
An honor! Were not I thine only nurse,
70 I would say thou hadst sucked wisdom from thy teat.
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NURSE
An honor! Were not I thine only nurse,
I would say thou hadst sucked wisdom from thy teat.
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| LADY CAPULET
Well, think of marriage now. Younger than you
Here in Verona, ladies of esteem
Are made already mothers. By my count,
I was your mother much upon these years
75 That you are now a maid. Thus then in brief:
The valiant Paris seeks you for his love.
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LADY CAPULET
Well, think of marriage now. Younger than you
Here in Verona, ladies of esteem
Are made already mothers. By my 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.
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| NURSE
A man, young lady! Lady, such a man
As all the world. Why, he’s a man of wax.
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NURSE
A man, young lady! Lady, such a man
As all the world. Why, he’s a man of wax.
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| LADY CAPULET
Verona’s summer hath not such a flower.
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LADY CAPULET
Verona’s summer hath not such a flower.
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| NURSE
80 Nay, he’s a flower. In faith, a very flower.
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NURSE
Nay, he’s a flower. In faith, a very flower.
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| 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 margin 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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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.
Examine every married lineament
And see how one another lends content,
And what obscured in this fair volume lies
Find written in the margin of his eyes.
This precious book of love, this unbound lover,
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.
So shall you share all that he doth possess
By having him, making yourself no less.
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| NURSE
No less? Nay, bigger. Women grow by men.
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NURSE
No less? Nay, bigger. Women grow by men.
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| LADY CAPULET
Speak briefly. Can you like of Paris, love?
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LADY CAPULET
Speak briefly. Can you like of Paris, love?
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| JULIET
I’ll look to like if looking liking move.
100 But no more deep will I endart mine eye
Than your consent gives strength to make it fly.
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JULIET
I’ll look to like if looking liking move.
But no more deep will I endart mine eye
Than your consent gives strength to make it fly.
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Enter
PETER
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Enter
PETER
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| PETER
Madam, the guests are come, supper served up, you called, my young lady asked for, the Nurse cursed in the pantry, and every thing in extremity. I must hence to wait. I beseech you, follow straight.
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PETER
Madam, the guests are come, supper served up, you called, my young lady asked for, the Nurse cursed in the pantry, and every thing in extremity. I must hence to wait. I beseech you, follow straight.
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| LADY CAPULET
We follow thee.—Juliet, the county stays.
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LADY CAPULET
We follow thee.—Juliet, the county stays.
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| NURSE
Go, girl, seek happy nights to happy days.
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NURSE
Go, girl, seek happy nights to happy days.
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Exeunt
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Exeunt
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Original Text |
Modern Text |
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Enter
LADY CAPULET and
NURSE
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Enter
LADY CAPULET and
NURSE
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| LADY CAPULET
Nurse, where’s my daughter? Call her forth to me.
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LADY CAPULET
Nurse, where’s my daughter? Call her forth to me.
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| NURSE
Now, by my maidenhead at twelve year old
I bade her come. What, lamb! What, ladybird!
God forbid! Where’s this girl? What, Juliet!
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NURSE
Now, by my maidenhead at twelve year old
I bade her come. What, lamb! What, ladybird!
God forbid! Where’s this girl? What, Juliet!
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Enter
JULIET
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Enter
JULIET
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| JULIET
5 How now, who calls?
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JULIET
How now, who calls?
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| NURSE
Your mother.
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NURSE
Your mother.
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| JULIET
Madam, I am here. What is your will?
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JULIET
Madam, I am here. What is your will?
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| LADY CAPULET
This is the matter.—Nurse, give leave awhile,
We must talk in secret.—Nurse, come back again.
10 I have remembered me. Thou’s hear our counsel.
Thou know’st my daughter’s of a pretty age.
|
LADY CAPULET
This is the matter.—Nurse, give leave awhile,
We must talk in secret.—Nurse, come back again.
I have remembered me. Thou’s hear our counsel.
Thou know’st my daughter’s of a pretty age.
|
| NURSE
Faith, I can tell her age unto an hour.
|
NURSE
Faith, I can tell her age unto an hour.
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| LADY CAPULET
She’s not fourteen.
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LADY CAPULET
She’s not fourteen.
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| NURSE
I’ll lay fourteen of my teeth—and yet, to my teen be it spoken, I have but four—she is not fourteen. How long is it now to Lammastide?
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NURSE
I’ll lay fourteen of my teeth—and yet, to my teen be it spoken, I have but four—she is not fourteen. How long is it now to Lammastide?
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| LADY CAPULET
A fortnight and odd days.
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LADY CAPULET
A fortnight and odd days.
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| NURSE
Even or odd, of all days in the year,
Come Lammas Eve at night shall she be fourteen.
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 weaned—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 dovehouse 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!
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!
He 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 holy dame,
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.
|
NURSE
Even or odd, of all days in the year,
Come Lammas Eve at night shall she be fourteen.
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.
'Tis since the earthquake now eleven years,
And she was weaned—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 dovehouse wall.
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!
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,
For even the day before, she broke her brow.
And then my husband—God be with his soul!
He 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,
Wilt thou not, Jule?” and, by my holy dame,
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.
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| LADY CAPULET
Enough of this. I pray thee, hold thy peace.
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LADY CAPULET
Enough of this. I pray thee, hold thy peace.
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| 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 perilous 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.”
|
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
A bump as big as a young cockerel’s stone,
A perilous 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.”
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| JULIET
60 And stint thou too, I pray thee, Nurse, say I.
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JULIET
And stint thou too, I pray thee, Nurse, say I.
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| NURSE
Peace, I have done. God mark thee to his grace!
Thou wast the prettiest babe that e'er I nursed.
An I might live to see thee married once,
I have my wish.
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NURSE
Peace, I have done. God mark thee to his grace!
Thou wast the prettiest babe that e'er I nursed.
An I might live to see thee married once,
I have my wish.
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| LADY CAPULET
65 Marry, that “marry” is the very theme
I came to talk of. Tell me, daughter Juliet,
How stands your disposition to be married?
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LADY CAPULET
Marry, that “marry” is the very theme
I came to talk of. Tell me, daughter Juliet,
How stands your disposition to be married?
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| JULIET
It is an honor that I dream not of.
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JULIET
It is an honor that I dream not of.
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| NURSE
An honor! Were not I thine only nurse,
70 I would say thou hadst sucked wisdom from thy teat.
|
NURSE
An honor! Were not I thine only nurse,
I would say thou hadst sucked wisdom from thy teat.
|
| LADY CAPULET
Well, think of marriage now. Younger than you
Here in Verona, ladies of esteem
Are made already mothers. By my count,
I was your mother much upon these years
75 That you are now a maid. Thus then in brief:
The valiant Paris seeks you for his love.
|
LADY CAPULET
Well, think of marriage now. Younger than you
Here in Verona, ladies of esteem
Are made already mothers. By my 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 a man
As all the world. Why, he’s a man of wax.
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NURSE
A man, young lady! Lady, such a man
As all the world. Why, he’s a man of wax.
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| LADY CAPULET
Verona’s summer hath not such a flower.
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LADY CAPULET
Verona’s summer hath not such a flower.
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| NURSE
80 Nay, he’s a flower. In faith, a very flower.
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NURSE
Nay, he’s a flower. In faith, a very flower.
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| 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 margin 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.
|
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.
Examine every married lineament
And see how one another lends content,
And what obscured in this fair volume lies
Find written in the margin of his eyes.
This precious book of love, this unbound lover,
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.
So shall you share all that he doth possess
By having him, making yourself no less.
|
| NURSE
No less? Nay, bigger. Women grow by men.
|
NURSE
No less? Nay, bigger. Women grow by men.
|
| LADY CAPULET
Speak briefly. Can you like of Paris, love?
|
LADY CAPULET
Speak briefly. Can you like of Paris, love?
|
| JULIET
I’ll look to like if looking liking move.
100 But no more deep will I endart mine eye
Than your consent gives strength to make it fly.
|
JULIET
I’ll look to like if looking liking move.
But no more deep will I endart mine eye
Than your consent gives strength to make it fly.
|
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Enter
PETER
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Enter
PETER
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| PETER
Madam, the guests are come, supper served up, you called, my young lady asked for, the Nurse cursed in the pantry, and every thing in extremity. I must hence to wait. I beseech you, follow straight.
|
PETER
Madam, the guests are come, supper served up, you called, my young lady asked for, the Nurse cursed in the pantry, and every thing in extremity. I must hence to wait. I beseech you, follow straight.
|
| LADY CAPULET
We follow thee.—Juliet, the county stays.
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LADY CAPULET
We follow thee.—Juliet, the county stays.
|
| NURSE
Go, girl, seek happy nights to happy days.
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NURSE
Go, girl, seek happy nights to happy days.
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Exeunt
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Exeunt
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