She could have run and waddled all about. I warrant, an I fhould live a thousand years, I never should forget it; Wilt thou not, Jule? quoth he: And, pretty fool, it stinted, and said—Ay. La. Cap. Enough of this; I pray thee, hold thy peace. Nurse. Yes, madam; Yet I cannot choose but laugh, To think it should leave crying, and fay-Ay: And yet, I warrant, it had upon its brow A bump as big as a young cockrel's stone; A par❜lous knock; and it cried bitterly. Yea, quoth my husband, fall'st upon thy face? Thou wilt fall backward, when thou com'ft to age; Wilt thou not, Jule? it ftinted, and faid—Ay. Jul. And ftint thou too, I pray thee, nurse, fay I. Nurse. Peace, I have done. God mark thee to his grace! Thou waft the prettiest babe that e'er I nurs'd: An I might live to fee thee married once, I have my with. theme La. Cap. Marry, that marry is the very Jul. It is an honour that I dream not of. Nurje. An honour! were not I thine only nurse, I'd fay, thou hadst suck'd wisdom from thy teat. La. Cap. Well, think of marriage now; younger than you, Here in Verona, ladies of esteem, Are Are made already mothers: by my count, I was your mother much upon thefe years Nurse. A man, young lady! lady, fuch a man, La. Cap. Verona's fummer hath not such a flower. Read o'er the volume of young Paris' face, Examine every married lineament, And fee how one another lends content; And what obfcur'd in this fair volume lies, Find written in the margin of his eyes. This precious book of love, this unbound lover, The fish lives in the sea; and 'tis much pride, That book in many's eyes doth share the glory, Nurse. No lefs? nay, bigger; women grow by men. But no more deep will I endart mine eye, Enter a Servant. Serv. Madam, the guests are come, fupper ferved up, you call'd, my young lady ask'd for, the nurfe curfed in the the pantry, and every thing in extremity. I must hence to wait; I beseech you, follow straight. La. Cap. We follow thee.-Juliet, the county stays. Nurse. Go, girl, seek happy nights to happy days. [Exeunt. SCENE IV. A Street. Enter ROMEO, MERCUTIO, BENVOLIO, with five or fix Mafkers, Torch-bearers, and Others. Rom. What, shall this fpeech be spoke for our excuse? Or fhall we on without apology? Ben. The date is out of fuch prolixity: Rom. Give me a torch,—I am not for this ambling; Being but heavy, I will bear the light. Mer. Nay, gentle Romeo, we must have you dance. Rom. Not I, believe me: you have dancing fhoes, With nimble foles: I have a foul of lead, So ftakes me to the ground, I cannot move. Mer. You are a lover; borrow Cupid's wings, And foar with them above a common bound. Rom. I am too fore enpierced with his shaft, To foar with his light feathers; and fo bound, I cannot bound a pitch above dull woe: Under love's heavy burden do I fink. Mer. Mer. And, to fink in it, fhould you burden love; Too great oppreffion for a tender thing. Rom. Is love a tender thing? it is too rough, Too rude, too boist'rous; and it pricks like thorn. A vifor for a vifor!-what care I, [Putting on a mask. What curious eye doth quote deformities? Here are the beetle-brows, shall blush for me. Ben. Come, knock, and enter; and no fooner in, Rom. A torch for me: let wantons, light of heart, The game was ne'er fo fair, and I am done. Mer. Tut! dun's the mouse, the conftable's own word: Mer. Rom. And we mean well, in going to this mask ; Mer. Why, may one ask? Rom. I dreamt a dream to-night. Mer. Rom. Well, what was yours? Mer. And fo did I. That dreamers often lie. Rom. In bed, asleep, while they do dream things true. Mer. O, then, I fee, queen Mab hath been with you. The collars, of the moonshine's watry beams : Made by the joiner squirrel, or old grub, Then dreams he of another benefice: |