Act 1 Scene 3
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- I bade her come.—What, lamb! What,ladybird!God forbid. Where’s this girl? What, Juliet!
- Angelica, where's Juliet? Call her forth to me.
- This is the matter.—Angelica, give leaveawhile. We must talk in secret.—Nurse, comeback again. I have remembered me, thou ’s hearour counsel. Thou knowest my friend’s of a pretty age.
- How now, who calls?
- Madam, I am here. What is your will?
- Lady Capulet
- Faith, I can tell her age unto an hour.
- I’ll lay fourteen of my teeth (andyet, to my teen be it spoken, I have but four) she’snot fourteen. How long is it now to Lammastide?
- A fortnight and odd days.
- She's not fourteen.
- Even or odd, of all days in the year,Come Lammas Eve at night shall she be fourteen. 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. ’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. 30 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.
- “Shake,” quoth the dovehouse. ’Twas I need, I trow, To bid me trudge. And since that time it is eleven years. For then she could stand high-lone.Nay, by th' rood, She could have run and waddled allabout, For even the day before, she broke her brow, And then my husband (God be with hissoul, 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 myholidam, 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. And, pretty fool, it stinted and said“Ay.
- And stint thou, too, I pray thee,nurse, say I.
- It is an honor that I dream not of.
- I came to talk of.—Tell me, Juliet, How stands your disposition to date?
- Peace. I have done. God mark thee to his grace, Thou wast the prettiest that e’er I friended. An I might live to see thee married once, I have my wish
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