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Go thither; and, with unattainted eye,
Ro. When the devout religion of mine eye
fires ! And these, who, often drown'd, could never die,
Transparent heretics, be burnt for liars ! One fairer than my love! the all-seeing sun Ne'er saw her match, since first the world begun.
Ben. Tut! you saw her fair, none else being by, Herself poised with herself in either eye: But in those crystal scales, let there be weigh'd Your lady's love against some other maid That I will show you, shining at this feast, And she shall scant 1 show well, that now shows
best. Ro. I'll go along, no such sight to be shown, But to rejoice in splendor of mine own. [Exeunt.
A room in Capulet's house.
Enter LADY CAPULET and NURSE. L. Cap. 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, lady-bird !-God forbid !-where's this girl?—what, Juliet !
· Enter JuLIET. Ju. How now, who calls ? Nurse.
Madam, I am here.
Nurse. Faith, I can tell her age unto an hour.
I'll lay fourteen of my teeth, — And yet, to my teen 1 be it spoken, I have but
four,She is not fourteen. How long is it now To Lammas-tide ?
L. Cap. 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,
I never should forget it: Wilt thou not, Jule?'
quoth he: And, pretty fool, it stinted, and said .Ay.' L. Cap. 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 cockrel'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.
Ju. And stint thou too, I pray thee, nurse,
Nurse. Peace; I have done: God mark thee to
Ju. It is an honor that I dream not of.
Nurse. An honor! were not I thine only nurse, I would say, thou hadst suck'd wisdom from thy
1 Left off crying.
L. Cap. Well, think of marriage now; younger
Here in Verona, ladies of esteem,
Nurse. A man, young lady! lady, such a man, As all the world -Why, he's a man of wax.1
L. Cap. Verona's summer hath not such a flower. Nurse. Nay, he's a flower; in faith, a very
flower. L. Cap. What say you? can you love the gen
1 i. e. as well made as if he had been modelled in wax. ? i. e. is not yet caught, whose skin was wanted to bind him.