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Par. Of honourable reckoning* are you both;
Par. Younger than she are happy mothers made.
My house and welcome on their pleasures stay. [Exeunt Capulet and Paris. Serv. Find them out, whose names are written
* Account, estimation.
To inherit, in the language of Shakspeare, is to possess.
here? It is written-that the shoemaker should meddle with his yard, and the tailor with his last, the fisher with his pencil, and the painter with his nets; but I am sent to find those persons, whose names are here writ, and can never find what names the writing person hath here writ. I must to the learned:-In good time.
Enter Benvolio and Romeo.
Ben. Tut, man! one fire burns out another's burning,
One pain is lessen'd by another's anguish; Turn giddy, and be holp by backward turning; One desperate grief cures with another's languish :
Take thou some new infection to thy eye,
Rom. Your plantain leaf is excellent for that.
Shut up in prison, kept without my food,
Serv. God gi' good e'en.-I pray, sir, can you read?
Rom. Ay, mine own fortune in my misery.
Rom. Ay, if I know the letters, and the language.
Signior Martino, and his wife, and daughters ; County Anselme, and his beauteous sisters; The lady widow of Vitruvio; Signior Placentio, and his lovely nieces; Mercutio, and his brother Valentine: Mine uncle Capulet, his wife, and daughters; My
fair niece Rosaline; Livia; Signior Valentio, and his cousin Tybalt; Lucio, and the lively Helena.
A fair assembly; [Gives back the note.] Whither should they come ?
Serv. To supper; to our house.
Serv. My master's.
Rom. Indeed, I should have asked you 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
Rom. When the devout religion of mine eye
Ben. Tut! you saw her fair, none else being by, Herself pois'd'+ with herself in either eye: But in those crystal scales, let there be weigh'd Your lady's love against some other maid That I will show you, shining at this feast, And she shall scant show well, that now shows
Rom. I'll go along, no such sight to be shown, But to rejoice in splendour of mine own. [Exeunt.
* We still say in cant language-to crack a bottle.
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 maiden-head,-at twelve year old,
I bade her come.-What, lamb! what, lady-bird!God forbid !-where's this girl?-what, Juliet !
Jul. How now,
What is your will?
La. Cap. This is the matter:-Nurse, give leave awhile,
Madam, I am here.
We must talk in secret.-Nurse, come back again; I have remember'd me, thou shalt hear our counsel. Thou know'st, my daughter's of a pretty age.
Nurse. 'Faith, I can tell her age unto an hour. La. Cap. She's not fourteen. Nurse. I'll lay fourteen of my teeth, And yet, to my teen* be it spoken, I have but four,She is not fourteen: How long is it now To Lammas-tide?
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; *To my sorrow.
And she was wean'd,-I never shall forget it,-
And since that time it is eleven years:
For then she could stand alone; nay, by the rood†,
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 say-Ay:
* i. e. I have a perfect remembrance or recollection.
+ The cross.
§ It stopped crying.
Holy dame, i. e. the blessed Virgin.