Rom. When the devout Religion of mine Eye One fairer than my Love! the all-feeing Sun SCENE II. Capulet's House. Enter Lady Capulet, and Nurse. La. Cap. Nurfe, where's my Daughter? call her forth to me. Nurfe. Now by my Maiden-head, at twelve Years old, I bad her come; what Lamb, what Lady-bird, God forbid.---Where's this Girl? what, Juliet? Enter Juliet. Jul. How now, who calls? Nurfe. Your Mother. Jul. Madam, I am here, what is your Will? La. Cap. This is the inatter ---Nurfe, give leave a while, we muft talk in Secret. Nurfe come back again, I have remembred me, thouf' hear my Counsel: Thou knoweft my Daughter's of a pretty Age. Nurse. Faith, I can tell her Age unto an Hour. Nurfe. Even or odd, of all Days in the Year, come Lam. mas-Eve at Night fhall she be fourteen. Sufan and the, God eft all Chriftian Souls, were of an Age. Well Sufan is with God, God, fhe was too good for me, But as I faid, on LammasEve at Night fhall fhe be fourteen, that fhall fhe, marry, I remember it well. 'Tis fince the Earthquake now eleven Years, and she was wean'd, I never fhall forget it, of all the Days in the Year, upon that Day; for I had then laid Worm-wood to my Dug, fitting in the Sun under the DoveHouse Wall, my Lord and you were then at Mantua-nay, I do bear a Brain. But as I faid, when it did tafte the Wormwood on the Nipple of my Dug, and felt it bitter, pretty Fool, to fee it teachy, and fall out with the Dug. Shake, Quoth the Dove-houfe- -'twas no need I trow to bid me trudge; and fince that time it is eleven Years, for then the could ftand alone, nay, byth' Rood the could have run, and wadled all about; for even the Day before the broke her Brow, and then my Husband, God be his Soul, a was a merry Man, took up the Child, yea, quoth he, doft thou fall upon thy Face? thou wilt fall backward when thou haft more Wit, wilt thou not, Juliet? And by my Holy-dam, the pretty Wretch left Crying, and faid, Ay; to fee now how a Jeft fhall come about. I warrant, and I fhould live a thousand Years, I never fhould forget it: Wilt thou not, Juliet, quoth he? and pretty Fool, it ftinted, and faid, Ay. La. Cap. Enough of this, I pray thee hold thy Peace. Nurfe. Yes, Madam, yet I cannot chufe 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 Cockrels Stone: A perilous knock, and it cried bitterly. Yea, quoth my Husband, fall'ft upon thy Face? thou wilt fall backward when thou comeft to Age; wilt thou not, Juliet ? It stinted, and said, Ay. Ful. And stint thee too, I pray thee, Nurfe, fay I. Nurse. Peace, I have done: God mark thee to his Grace, thou waft the prettiest Babe that e'er I nurst, and I might live to fee thee married once, I have my wish. La. Cap. Marry, that marry is the very Theam I came to talk of; tell me, Daughter Juliet, Jul. 'Tis an hour that I dream not of. Nurfe. An hour, were not I thine only Nurfe, I would fay that thou hadft fuck'd Wisdom from thy Teat. La. Cap. La. Cap. Well, think of Marriage now; younger than you Here in Verona, Ladies of Esteem, Are made already Mothers. By my count, Nurfe. A Man, young Lady, Lady, fuch a Man, as all the World-Why he's a Man of Wax. La. Cap. Verona's Summer hath not fuch a Flower. And fee how one, another lends Content; The Fish lives in the Sea, and 'tis much Pride Nurfe. No lefs! nay bigger; Women grow by Men. Enter a Servant. Ser. Madam, the Guests are come, Supper ferv'd up, you call'd, my young Lady ask'd for, the Nurfe curft in the Pantry, and every thing in extremity; I muft hence to wait, I befeech you follow ftraight. [Exit. La. Cap. We follow thee. Juliet, the County ftays. Nurse. Go, Girl, feek happy Nights to happy Days. [Exeunt. Enter Enter Romeo, Mercutio, Benvolio, with five or fix other Maskers, Torch-bearers. Rom. What, fhall this Speech be fpoke to our excufe? Or fhall we on without Apology? Ben. The date is out of fuch prolixity, Mer. Nay, gentle Romeo, we must have you dance. Mer. And to fink in it, fhould you burden Love, Rom. Is Love a tender thing? it is too rough, Too rude, too boisterous, it pricks like Thorn. Mer. If Love be rough with you, be rough with Love, Prick Love for pricking, and you Love beat down: Give me a Cafe to put my Vifage in, A Vifor for a Vifor; what care I What curious Eye doth quote Deformities, Here are the Beetle-brows fhall blush for me. Ben. Come knock and enter, and no fooner in, But every Man betake him to his Legs. Rom. A Torch for me, let Wantons, light of Heart, Tickle the fenfelefs Rufhes with their Heels; For I am proverb'd with a Grand-fire Phrafe; I'll be a Candle-lighter, and look on, The Game was ne'er fo fair, and I am Done. Mer. Tut, Dun's the Moufe, the Conftables own word; If thou art Dun, we'll draw thee from the Mire; Or, fave your Reverence, Love, wherein thou stickest Mer. I mean, Sir, we delay. We waste our Lights in vain, lights, lights, by day; Mer. Why, may one ask? Rom. I dreamt a Dream to Night. Rom. Well; what was yours? Mer. That Dreamers often Lie. Rom. In Bed afleep; while they do dream things true; Mer. O then I fee Queen Mab hath been with you: She is the Fairies Mid-wife, and fhe comes in fhape no big ger than an Agat-ftone on the Fore-finger of an Alderman, drawn with a teem of little Atomies, over Mens Nofes as they lye afleep: Her Waggon Spokes made of long Spinners Legs; the Cover, of the Wings of Grafhoppers; her Trace of the fmalleft Spider's Web; her Collars of the Moonshine's watry beams; her Whip of Cricket's bone; the Lafh of film; her Waggoner a fmall gray-coated Gnat, not half fo big as a round little Worm, prickt from the lazy Finger of a Woman. Her Chariot is an empty HazelNut, made by the Joyner Squirrel or old Grub, time out of mind, the Fairies Coach-makers: And in this ftate fhe gallops Night by Night, through Lovers Brains; and then they dream of Love. On Countries Knees, that dream on Curfies ftrait: O'er Lawyers Fingers, who ftrait dream on Fees: O'er Ladies Lips, who ftrait on Kiffes dream, which oft the angry Mab with Blifters plagues, because their Breaths with Sweet-meats tainted are. Sometimes the gallops o'er a Courtier's Nofe, and then dreams he of fmelling out a Suit: And fometimes comes fhe with a Tith-pigs Tail, tickling a Parfon's Nose as he lies afleep; then he dreams of another Benefice. Sometimes fhe driveth o'er a Soldier's Neck, and then dreams he of cutting Foreign Throats, of Breaches, Ambufcadoes, Spanish Blades; of Healths five Fathom deep; and then anon drums in his Ears, at which he |