Saturday, 24 December 2016

Romeo and Juliet Act 1 (SCENE III)

SCENE III. A room in Capulet's house.








Enter LADY CAPULET and Nurse
LADY CAPULET 
Nurse, where's my daughter? call her forth to me.
Nurse 
Now, by my maidenhead, at twelve year old, I bade her come. What, lamb! what, ladybird! God forbid! Where's this girl?
What, Juliet!
Enter JULIET 
JULIET 
How now! who calls?
Nurse 
Your mother.
JULIET
Madam, I am here. What is your will?
LADY CAPULET 
This is the matter:—Nurse, give
leave awhile, We must talk in secret:—nurse, come back again; I have remember'd me, thou's hear our counsel. Thou know'st my daughter's of a pretty age.
Nurse 
Faith, I can tell her age unto an hour.  
LADY CAPULET 
She's not fourteen.
Nurse 
I'll lay fourteen of my teeth,— And yet, to my teeth be it spoken, I have but four— She is not fourteen. How long is it now To Lammas-tide?
LADY CAPULET
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; And she was wean'd,—I never shall forget it,— Of all the days of the year, upon that day: For I had then laid wormwood 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 tetchy and fall out with the dug! Shake quoth the dove-house: 'twas no need, I trow, 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 then my husband—God be with 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 hast more wit; Wilt thou not, Jule?' and, by my holidame, The pretty wretch left crying and said 'Ay.' To see, now, how a jest shall come about! I warrant, an I should live a thousand years,
I never should forget it: 'Wilt thou not, Jule?' quoth he; And, pretty fool, it stinted and said 'Ay.' LADY CAPULET 
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
cockerel's stone; A parlous knock; and it cried bitterly: 'Yea,' quoth my husband,'fall'st upon thy face? Thou wilt fall backward when thou comest to age; Wilt thou not, Jule?' it stinted and said 'Ay.' JULIET
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 nursed: An I might live to see thee married once, I have my wish.
LADY CAPULET
Marry, that 'marry' is the very theme I came to talk of. Tell me, daughter Juliet, How stands your disposition to be married?
JULIET 
It is an honour that I dream not of.
Nurse
An honour! were not I thine only nurse, I would say thou hadst suck'd wisdom from thy teat.
LADY CAPULET 
Well, think of marriage now; younger than you, Here in Verona, ladies of esteem, Are made already mothers: by my count, I was your mother much upon these years That you are now a maid. Thus then in brief: The valiant Paris seeks you for his love.
Nurse 
A man, young lady! lady, such a man As all the world—why, he's a man of wax.
LADY CAPULET
Verona's summer hath not such a flower.
Nurse 
Nay, he's a flower; in faith, a very flower.
LADY CAPULET
What say you? can you love the gentleman? This night you shall behold him at our feast; Read o'er the volume of young Paris' face, And find delight writ there with beauty's pen; Examine every married lineament, And see how one another lends content And what obscured in this fair volume lies Find written in the margent of his eyes. This precious book of love, this unbound lover, To beautify him, only lacks a cover:
The fish lives in the sea, and 'tis much pride For fair without the fair within to hide: That book in many's eyes doth share the glory, That in gold clasps locks in the golden story; So shall you share all that he doth possess, By having him, making yourself no less.  
Nurse
No less! nay, bigger; women grow by men.
LADY CAPULET
Speak briefly, can you like of Paris' love?
JULIET 
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 
Servant
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.
LADY CAPULET 
We follow thee.  
Exit Servant Juliet,
the county stays.
Nurse 
Go, girl, seek happy nights to happy days.  
Exeunt

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