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 nurs'd:
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.
