Romeo and Juliet By William Shakespeare Act I: Scene 3

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 com'st 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 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.

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 obscur'd 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 everything 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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