She could have run and waddled all about; 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, A bump as big as a young cockerel's stone; JUL. And stint thou too, I pray thee, nurse, say I. NURSE. Peace, I have done. God mark thee to his grace! Thou wast the prettiest babe that e'er I nursed: 44 holidame] holy faith; "halidom" is a commoner form. 49 it stinted] it stopped weeping. 40 50 60 54 cockerel] young cock. An I might live to see thee married once, LA. CAP. Marry, that "marry" is the very theme JUL. It is an honour that I dream not of. NURSE. An honour! were not I thine only nurse, I would say 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 made already mothers. By my count, NURSE. A man, young lady! lady, such a man LA. CAP. Verona's summer hath not such a flower. NURSE. Nay, he's a flower; in faith, a very flower. LA. CAP. What say you? can you love the gentleman ? This night you shall behold him at our feast: Read o'er the volume of young Paris' face, And find delight writ there with beauty's pen; Examine every married lineament, 77 a man of wax] a man finely modelled, well proportioned. 82-89 Read o'er the volume . . . cover] There is a like figurative comparison of a man's face to the page of a book in L. L. L., II, i, 245–246. 84 married] harmoniously combined. Thus the Second Quarto. The other early editions read severall. 71 81 And see how one another lends content; The fish lives in the sea; and 't is much pride NURSE. No less! nay, bigger: women grow by men. But no more deep will I endart mine eye Enter a Servingman SERV. Madam, the guests are come, supper served up, you called, my young lady asked for, the nurse cursed 86-87 And what obscured. . . of his eyes] Cf. note on Mids. N. Dr., II, ii, 121-122: "And leads me to your eyes, where I o'erlook Love's stories, written in love's richest book." 88-89 unbound . . . cover] The figurative language here has reference to the binding of books. But "cover" makes quibbling allusion to the law-French phrase "fem[m]e co[u]ver[te]," a wife, a married woman. 90 The fish... sea] A vague remark to the effect that the fish (which is a thing of beauty) lies hidden in the sea (which is also beautiful). 99 endart] dart. The word is apparently of Shakespeare's invention. 90 100 in the pantry, and every thing in extremity. I must hence to wait; I beseech you, follow straight. LA. CAP. We follow thee. [Exit Servingman.] 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 six other Maskers, and Torch-bearers ROM. What, shall this speech be spoke for our excuse? Or shall we on without apology? BEN. The date is out of such prolixity: We'll have no Cupid hoodwink'd with a scarf, 105 county] a common variant of the title "count." Cf. III, v, 114, Paris, at III, iv, 3 The date ... prolixity] The time is past for such long-windedness; it is out of fashion. 4 We'll have no Cupid] It was customary to introduce a party of masquers at an entertainment by a speech or prologue from one of the youngest of their number, who often personated Cupid. Such an episode figures in Tim. of Ath., I, ii, 117, where Cupid's speech is given. A similar procedure is followed in L. L. L., V, ii, 158–173. 6 crow-keeper] scarecrow, keeper-off of crows. 7-8 Nor no... entrance] These lines only appear in the First Quarto. 7 without-book prologue] a prologue learnt by heart. But, let them measure us by what they will, ROM. Give me a torch: I am not for this ambling; MER. Nay, gentle Romeo, we must have you dance. ROM. I am too sore enpierced with his shaft MER. And, to sink in it, should you burthen love; ROM. Is love a tender thing? it is too rough, Too rude, too boisterous, and it pricks like thorn. MER. If love be rough with you, be rough with love; Prick love for pricking, and you beat love down. Give me a case to put my visage in: A visor for a visor! what care I What curious eye doth quote deformities? Here are the beetle-brows shall blush for me. BEN. Come, knock and enter, and no sooner in But every man betake him to his legs. ROм. A torch for me: let wantons light of heart 11 Give me a torch] Torch-bearers always accompanied a party of masquers, who performed by night. 21 pitch] technically a falcon's flight in hawking. 10 20 80 |