NURSE: Whether it's even or odd. on the night of Lammas Eve, she'll be fourteen.
Indeed. I remember it well. It's been eleven years since the earthquake.
She stopped nursing from my breast on that day. I'll never forget it.
I had put bitter wormwood on my breast as I was sitting in the sun, under the wall of the dove-house.
You and my lord were in Mantua. I remember it so well!
But like I said, when she tasted the bitter wormwood on my nipple...
...The pretty little babe got irritated and started to quarrel with my breast.
Then the dove-house shook with the earthquake!