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For I had then laid wormwood to my dug,
To bid me trudge.
And since that time it is eleven years:
For then she could stand alone; nay, by the rood, She could have run and waddled all about.
For even the day before, she broke her brow:
And, pretty fool, it stinted 2, and said- Ay.
La. Cap. Enough of this; I pray thee, hold thy
Nurse. Yes, madam; Yet I cannot choose but
To think it should leave crying, and say —Ay:
A bump as big as a young cockrel's stone;
8 i. e. I have a perfect remembrance or recollection.
9 The cross.
1 Holy dame, i. e. the blessed
2 It stopped crying.
A parlous knock; and it cried bitterly.
Yea, quoth my husband, fall'st upon thy face?
Thou wast the prettiest babe that e'er I nurs'd:
La. Cap. Marry, that marry is the very theme
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,
Nurse. A man, young lady! lady, such a man, As all the world-Why, he's a man of wax. 4 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:
4 Well made, as if he had been modelled in wax.
And find delight writ there with beauty's pen;
And see how one another lends content;
The fish lives in the sea6; and 'tis much pride,
That book in many's eyes doth share the glory,
Nurse. No less? nay, bigger; women grow by
La. Cap. Speak briefly, can you like of Paris' love?
Jul. I'll look to like, if looking liking move: But no more deep will I endart mine eye, Than your consent gives strength to make it fly.
Enter a Servant.
Ser. Madam, the guests are come, supper served up, you called, my young lady asked for, the nurse cursed in the pantry, and every thing in extremity. I must hence to wait; I beseech you, follow straight.
La. Cap. We follow thee.- Juliet, the county
Nurse. Go, girl, seek happy nights to happy days. [Exeunt.
5 The comments on ancient books were always printed in the margin.
6 i. e. Is not yet caught, whose skin was wanted to bind him.
Enter RoMEO, MERCUTIO, BENVOLIO, with five or six Maskers, Torch-Bearers, and Others.
Rom. What, shall this speech be spoke for our excuse?
Or shall we on without apology?
Ben. The date is out of such prolixity: 7
But, let them measure us by what they will,
Being but heavy, I will bear the light.
Mer. Nay, gentle Romeo, we must have you dance.
Rom. Not I, believe me: you have dancing shoes, With nimble soles: I have a soul of lead, So stakes me to the ground, I cannot move.
Mer. You are a lover; borrow Cupid's wings, And soar with them above a common bound.
Rom. I am too sore enpierced with his shaft, To soar with his light feathers; and so bound,
7 i. e. Long speeches are out of fashion. A scare-crow, a figure made up to frighten crows. 9 A dance.
1 A torch-bearer was a constant appendage to every troop of maskers.
I cannot bound a pitch above dull woe:
Mer. And, to sink in it, should you burden love, Too great oppression for a tender thing.
Rom. Is love a tender thing? it is too rough, Too rude, too boist'rous; and it pricks like thorn. Mer. If love be rough with you, be rough with
Prick love for pricking, and you beat love down.
[Putting on a Mask.
A visor for a visor! - what care I,
What curious eye doth quote? deformities?
Rom. A torch for me: let wantons, light of
Tickle the senseless rushes 3 with their heels;
The game was ne'er so fair, and I am done. +
If thou art dun, we'll draw thee from the mire
9 It was anciently the custom to strew rooms with rushes.
4 This is equivalent to phrases in common use — done for, it is over with me.