Act 1, Scene 3
Room in Capulet's House.
- [Enter Lady Capulet, and Nurse.]
- Lady Capulet
- 356 Nurse, where's my daughter? call her forth to me.
- Nurse
- 357 Now, by my maidenhea,—at twelve year old,—
- 358 I bade her come.—What, lamb! what ladybird!—
- 359 God forbid!—where's this girl?—what, Juliet!
- [Enter Juliet.]
- Juliet
- 360 How now, who calls?
- Nurse
- 361 Your mother.
- Juliet
- 362 Madam, I am here. What is your will?
- Lady Capulet
- 363 This is the matter,—Nurse, give leave awhile,
- 364 We must talk in secret: nurse, come back again;
- 365 I have remember'd me, thou's hear our counsel.
- 366 Thou knowest my daughter's of a pretty age.
- Nurse
- 367 Faith, I can tell her age unto an hour.
- Lady Capulet
- 368 She's not fourteen.
- Nurse
- 369 I'll lay fourteen of my teeth,—
- 370 And yet, to my teen be it spoken, I have but four,—
- 371 She is not fourteen. How long is it now
- 372 To Lammas-tide?
- Lady Capulet
- 373 A fortnight and odd days.
- Nurse
- 374 Even or odd, of all days in the year,
- 375 Come Lammas-eve at night shall she be fourteen.
- 376 Susan and she,—God rest all Christian souls!—
- 377 Were of an age: well, Susan is with God;
- 378 She was too good for me:—but, as I said,
- 379 On Lammas-eve at night shall she be fourteen;
- 380 That shall she, marry; I remember it well.
- 381 'Tis since the earthquake now eleven years;
- 382 And she was wean'd,—I never shall forget it—,
- 383 Of all the days of the year, upon that day:
- 384 For I had then laid wormwood to my dug,
- 385 Sitting in the sun under the dove-house wall;
- 386 My lord and you were then at Mantua:
- 387 Nay, I do bear a brain:—but, as I said,
- 388 When it did taste the wormwood on the nipple
- 389 Of my dug and felt it bitter, pretty fool,
- 390 To see it tetchy, and fall out with the dug!
- 391 Shake, quoth the dove-house: 'twas no need, I trow,
- 392 To bid me trudge.
- 393 And since that time it is eleven years;
- 394 For then she could stand alone; nay, by the rood
- 395 She could have run and waddled all about;
- 396 For even the day before, she broke her brow:
- 397 And then my husband,—God be with his soul!
- 398 'A was a merry man,—took up the child:
- 399 'Yea,' quoth he, 'dost thou fall upon thy face?
- 400 Thou wilt fall backward when thou hast more wit;
- 401 Wilt thou not, Jule?' and, by my holidame,
- 402 The pretty wretch left crying, and said 'Ay:'
- 403 To see now how a jest shall come about!
- 404 I warrant, an I should live a thousand yeas,
- 405 I never should forget it; 'Wilt thou not, Jule?' quoth he;
- 406 And, pretty fool, it stinted, and said 'Ay.'
- Lady Capulet
- 407 Enough of this; I pray thee hold thy peace.
- Nurse
- 408 Yes, madam;—yet I cannot choose but laugh,
- 409 To think it should leave crying, and say 'Ay:'
- 410 And yet, I warrant, it had upon its brow
- 411 A bump as big as a young cockerel's stone;
- 412 A parlous knock; and it cried bitterly.
- 413 'Yea,' quoth my husband, 'fall'st upon thy face?
- 414 Thou wilt fall backward when thou com'st to age;
- 415 Wilt thou not, Jule?' it stinted, and said 'Ay.'
- Juliet
- 416 And stint thou too, I pray thee, nurse, say I.
- Nurse
- 417 Peace, I have done. God mark thee to his grace!
- 418 Thou wast the prettiest babe that e'er I nurs'd:
- 419 An I might live to see thee married once, I have my wish.
- Lady Capulet
- 420 Marry, that marry is the very theme
- 421 I came to talk of.—Tell me, daughter Juliet,
- 422 How stands your disposition to be married?
- Juliet
- 423 It is an honour that I dream not of.
- Nurse
- 424 An honour!—were not I thine only nurse,
- 425 I would say thou hadst suck'd wisdom from thy teat.
- Lady Capulet
- 426 Well, think of marriage now: younger than you,
- 427 Here in Verona, ladies of esteem,
- 428 Are made already mothers: by my count
- 429 I was your mother much upon these years
- 430 That you are now a maid. Thus, then, in brief;—
- 431 The valiant Paris seeks you for his love.
- Nurse
- 432 A man, young lady! lady, such a man
- 433 As all the world—why he's a man of wax.
- Lady Capulet
- 434 Verona's summer hath not such a flower.
- Nurse
- 435 Nay, he's a flower, in faith, a very flower.
- Lady Capulet
- 436 What say you? can you love the gentleman?
- 437 This night you shall behold him at our feast;
- 438 Read o'er the volume of young Paris' face,
- 439 And find delight writ there with beauty's pen;
- 440 Examine every married lineament,
- 441 And see how one another lends content;
- 442 And what obscur'd in this fair volume lies
- 443 Find written in the margent of his eyes.
- 444 This precious book of love, this unbound lover,
- 445 To beautify him, only lacks a cover:
- 446 The fish lives in the sea; and 'tis much pride
- 447 For fair without the fair within to hide:
- 448 That book in many's eyes doth share the glory,
- 449 That in gold clasps locks in the golden story;
- 450 So shall you share all that he doth possess,
- 451 By having him, making yourself no less.
- Nurse
- 452 No less! nay, bigger; women grow by men
- Lady Capulet
- 453 Speak briefly, can you like of Paris' love?
- Juliet
- 454 I'll look to like, if looking liking move:
- 455 But no more deep will I endart mine eye
- 456 Than your consent gives strength to make it fly.
- [Enter a Servant.]
- Servant
- 457 Madam, the guests are come, supper served up, you
- 458 called, my young lady asked for, the nurse cursed
- 459 in the pantry, and everything in extremity. I must
- 460 hence to wait; I beseech you, follow straight.
- Lady Capulet
- 461 We follow thee.
- [Exit Servant.]
- Lady Capulet
- 462 —
- 463 Juliet, the county stays.
- Nurse
- 464 Go, girl, seek happy nights to happy days.
- [Exeunt.]