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Rom. When the devout Religion of mine Eye
Ben. Tur, tut, you saw her fair, none else being by,
Rom. I'll go along, no such fight to be shewn,
SCENE II. 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 Years old, I bad her come; what Lamb, what Lady-bird, God forbid..., Where's this Girl? what, Juliet ?
La. Cap. This is the inatter----Nurse, give leave a while, we must talk in Secret. Nurse come back again, I have remembred me, thou hear my Counsel: Thou knoweft my Daughter's of a pretty Age.
Nurse. Faith, I can tell her Age unto an Hour,
Nurse. I'll lay fourteen of my Treth,
La. Cap. A fortnight and odd Days.
Nurse. Even or odd, of all Days in the Year, come Lam. mas-Eve at Night shall she be fourteen. Susan and the, God Test all Christian Souls, were of an Age. Well Susan is with
God, she was too good for me, But as I said, on LammasEve at Night Mall the be fourteen, that shall fhe, marry, I remember it well. 'Tis since the Earthquake now eleven Years, and she was wean’d, I never shall forget it, of all the Days in the Year, upon that Day; for I had then laid Worm-wood to my Dug, sitting in the Sun under the DoveHouse Wall, my Lord and you were then at Mantua---nay, I do bear a Brain. But as I said, when it did taste the Wormwood on the Nipple of my Dug, and felt it bitter, pretty Fool, to see it teachy, and fall out with the Dug. Shake, Quoth the Dove-house 'twas no need I trow to bid me trudge; and fince that time it is eleven Years, for then the could stand alone, nay, byth' Rood she 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, dost 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 said, Ay; to see now how a Jest shall come about. I warrant, and I should live a thousand Years, I never should forget it: Wilt thou not, Juliet, 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 chuse 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
Cockrels Stone: A perilous knock, and it cried bitterly. Yea, qı oth my Husband, fall'st upon thy Face ? thou wilt fall backward when thou comest to Age; wilt thou not, Juliet ? It stinted, and said, Ay. Jul
. And stint thee 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 nurst, and I mighs live to see thee married once, I have
Jul. 'Tis an hour that I dream not of.
Nurse. An hour, were not I thine only Nurse, I would say that thou hadit fuck'd Wisdom from thy Teat.
La.Cap. Well, think of Marriage now; younger than you
Nurse. A Man, young Lady, Lady, such a Man, as all the World—Why he's a Man of Wax.
La. Cap. Verona's Sunimer hath not such a Flower.
La. Cap. What say you, can you love the Gentleman?
Nurse. No less! nay bigger; Women grow by Men.
Jul. I'll look to like, if looking liking move.
Enter a Servant.
[Exir. La. Cap. We follow thee. Juliet, the County stays. Nurse. Go, Girl, seek happy Nights to happy Days.
Enter Romeo, Mercutio, Benvolio, with five or fix other
Ben. The date is out of such prolixity,
Rom. Give me a Torch, I am not for this ambling.
Mer. Nay, gentle Romeo, we must have you dance.
Mer. You are a Lover, borrow Cupid's Wings,
Rom. I am too fore impierced with his Shaft,
Mer. And to fink in it, should 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 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 epter, and no sooner in,
Rom. A Torch for me, let Wantons, light of Heart,
Mer. Tut, Dun's the Mouse, the Constables own word; If thou art Dun, we'll draw thee from the Mire;
Or, lave your Reverence, Love, wherein thou stickelt
Rom. Nay, that's not fo.
Mer. I mean, Sir, we delay.
Rom. And we mean well in going to this Mask ;
Mer. Why, may one ask?
Mer. O then I see Queen Mab hath been with you: She is the Fairies Mid-wife, and she comes in shape no bigger than an Agat-stone on the Fore-finger of an Alderman, drawn with a teem of little Atomies, over Mens Noses as they lye alleep: Her Waggon Spokes made of long Spinners Legs; the Cover, of the Wings of Grashoppers; her Trace of the smallest Spider's Web; her Collars of the Moonshine's watry beams; her Whip of Cricket's bone; the Lash of film; her Waggoner a small gray.coated Gnat, not half so 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 state she gallops Night by Night, through Lovers Brains; and then they dream of Love. On Countries Knees, that dream on Cursies ftrait: O'er Lawyers Fingers, who ftrait dream on Fees: O'er Ladies Lips, who strait on Kisses dream, which oft the angry Mab with Blisters plagues, because their Breaths with Sweet-meats tainted are. Sometimes she gallops o'er a Courtier's Nose, and then dreams he of smelling out a Suit: And sometimes comes the with a Tith-pigs Tail, tickling a Parson's Nose as he lies asleep; then he dreams of another Benefice. Sometimes she driveth o'er a Soldier's Neck, and then dreams he of cutting Foreign Throats, of Breaches, Ambuscadoes, Spanish Blades; of Healths five Fathom deep; and then anon drums in his Ears, at which