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Rom. Your plaintain-leaf is excellent for that.
For your broken shin. Ben. Why, Romeo, art thou mad?
Rom. Not mad, but bound more than a madman is: Shut up in prison, kept without my food,
Whipp'd, and tormented, and-Good-e'en, good fellow.
[Reads. Signor Martino, and his wife and daughters; County Auselme, and his beauteous sisters; the lady widow of Vitruvio; Signor Placentio, and his lovely nieces; Mercutio, and his brother Valentine; Mine uncle Capulet, his wife, and daughters; My fair nicce Rosaline; Livia; Signor Valentio, and his cousin Tybalt; Lucio, and the lively Helena.
A fair assembly; [gives back the note.] Whither should they come?
Rom. Whither to supper?
Serv. To our house.
Rom. Whose house?
Serv. My master's.
Rom. Indeed, I should have ask'd 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.
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,
Rom. When the devout religion of mine eye Maintains such falsehood, then turn tears to fires! And these,-who, often drown'd, could never die,— Transparent heretics, be burnt for liars!
One fairer than my love! the all-seeing sun
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 maiden-head,-at twelve year old,
I bade her come.-What, lamb! what, lady-bird!— God forbid !--where 's this girl?-what, Juliet!
What is your will?
La. Cap. This is the matter:-Nurse, give leave
We must talk in secret.-Nurse, come back again;
a Scales-used as a singular noun.
I have remember'd me, thou shalt hear our counsel.
Nurse. 'Faith, I can tell her age unto an hour.
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
Shake, quoth the dove-house: 't was no need, I trow,
And since that time it is eleven years:
For then she could stand alone; nay, by the rood,
b Bear a brain-have a memory-a common expression.
Thou wilt fall backward, when thou hast more wit;
I never should forget it; Wilt thou not, Jule? quoth he:
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: And yet, I warrant, it had upon its brow
A bump as big as a young cockrel's stone;
A parlous knock; and it cried bitterly.
Yea, quoth my husband, fall'st upon thy face?
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 nurs'd:
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'd 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,
I was a mother much upon these years
That you are now a maid. Thus, then, in brief;
The valiant Paris seeks you for his love.
a It stinted-it stopped.
b Parlous-a corruption of the word perilous.
Nurse. A man, young lady! lady, such a man, As all the world-Why, he's a man of wax.
La. Cap. Verona's summer hath not such a flower.
This night you shall behold him at our feast:
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 Servant.
Serv. Madam, the guests are come, supper served up, you called, my young lady asked for, the nurse cursed in the pantry, and everything 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.