Now by my maidenhead-at twelve year old-I bade her come what lamb! What ladybird! god forbid! where's this girl? what Juliet!
Juliet enters
How now? who calls?
Your mother
Nurse goes to leave..
This is the matter nurse, give leave while, we must talk in secret.
Faith, i can tell her age unto an hour
Nurse come back, i have remembered me. thou's hear out counsel. thou know est my daughters of a pretty age.
After intense talking...
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.
marry, that marry is the very theme i came to talk of. tell me daughter Juliet, how stands your dispositions to be married?
It is an honor i do not dream of
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