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Rom. Not mad, but bound more than a madman is; Shut up in prison, kept without my food, Whipped and tormented, and—Good-e'en, good fellow.
Serv. God gi' good e'en— I pray, sir, can you read ? Rom. Ay, mine own fortune in my misery.
Serv. Perhaps you have learned it without book. But, I pray, can you read any thing you see?
Rom. Ay, if I know the letters, and the language.
[Reads. Seignior Martino, and his wife and daughters ; County Anselme, and his beauteous sisters; The lady widow of Vitruvio; Seignior Placentio, and his lovely nieces; Mercutio, and his brother Valentine ; Mine uncle Capulet, his wife, and daughters ; My fair niece Rosaline; Livia; Seignior Valentio, and his cousin Tybalt; Lucio, and the lively Helena. A fair assembly. [Gives back the note.] Whither
should they come ?
that before. Serv. Now I'll tell you without asking. My master is the great rich Capulet; and if you be not of the house of Montagues, I pray, come and crush a cup of wine. Rest you merry.
[Exit. Ben. At this same ancient feast of Capulet's Sups the fair Rosaline, whom thou so lov'st; With all the admired beauties of Verona. Go thither; and, with unattainted eye, Compare her face with some that I shall show, And I will make thee think thy swan a crow.
i This cant expression seems to have been once common; it often occurs in old plays.
Rom. When the devout religion of mine eye
Maintains such falsehood, then turn tears to fires ! And these, —who, often drowned, could never die,
Transparent heretics, be burnt for liars !
Ben. Tut! you saw her fair, none else being by,
Rom. I'll go along, no such sight to be shown, But to rejoice in splendor of mine own. [Exeunt.
SCENE III. A Room in Capulet's House.”
Enter LADY CAPULET and Nurse. La. Cap. Nurse, where's my daughter? call her
forth to me. Nurse. Now, by my maidenhead at twelve year old, I bade her come. What, lamb! what, lady-bird ! God forbid !—where's this girl? what, Juliet !
Jul. How now; who calls ?
Madam, I am here; What is your will ? La. Cap. This is the matter.—Nurse, give leave
1 Heath says, “ Your lady's love, is the love you bear to your lady, which, in our language, is commonly used for the lady herself.” Perhaps we should read, “ Your lady love."
2 In all the old copies the greater part of this scene was printed as prose. Capell was the first pho exhibited it as verse; the subsequent editors have followed him, but perhaps erroneously. VOL. VII.
We must talk in secret-Nurse, come back again,
Nurse. 'Faith, I can tell her age unto an hour.
I'll lay fourteen of my teeth,
A fortnight, and odd days. Nurse. 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 dove-house 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, Shake, quoth the dove-house ; 'twas no need, I trow, 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 ! 'A 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-dam,
i i. e. to my sorrow.
The pretty wretch left crying, and said-Ay.
peace. . Nurse. Yes, madam; yet I cannot choose but ?
Jul. And stint thou too, I pray thee, nurse, say I.
Thou wast the prettiest babe that e'er I nursed;
La. Cap. Marry, that marry is the very theme
Jul. It is an honor that I dream not of.
Nurse. An honor ! were not I thine only nurse, I'd say thou hadst sucked wisdom from thy teat.
La. Cap. Well, think of marriage now ; younger 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.
1 To stint is to stop.
La. Cap. Verona's summer hath not such a flower.
Nurse. No less ? nay, bigger; women grow by
La. Cap. Speak briefly, can you like of Paris' love ?
Jul. l'll look to like, if looking liking move;
Enter a Servant. Serv. Madam, the guests are come, supper served up, you called, my young lady asked for, the nurse
1 After this speech of the nurse, lady Capulet, in the old quarto, says only:
“ Well, Juliet, how like you of Paris' love ? ” She answers, “ I'll look to like," &c.; and so concludes the scene.
2 Thus the quarto of 1599. The quarto of 1609 and the folio read, several lineaments.
3 The comments on ancient books were generally printed in the margin.
4 Dr. Farmer explains this, “ The fish is not yet caught.” Fish-skin covers to books anciently were not uncommon.
5 The quarto of 1597 reads engage mine eye.