Romeo and Juliet
Act I, Scene 3
Verona. A room in Capulet’s house.
- Enter Capulet’s Wife, and Nurse.
Lady Capulet
1- Nurse, where’s my daughter? Call her forth to me.
Nurse
2 - 4- 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
5- How now, who calls?
Nurse
6- Your mother.
Juliet
7 - 8- Madam, I am here,
- What is your will?
Lady Capulet
9 - 12- This is the matter. Nurse, give leave a while,
- We must talk in secret. Nurse, come back again,
- I have rememb’red me, thou s’ hear our counsel.
- Thou knowest my daughter’s of a pretty age.
Nurse
13- Faith, I can tell her age unto an hour.
Lady Capulet
14- She’s not fourteen.
Nurse
15 - 18- I’ll lay fourteen of my teeth—
- And yet, to my teen be it spoken, I have but four—
- She’s not fourteen. How long is it now
- To Lammas-tide?
Lady Capulet
19- A fortnight and odd days.
Nurse
20 - 52- 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 dove-house 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 wi’ th’ 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 high-lone; nay, by th’ 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 holidam,
- The pretty wretch left crying and said, “Ay.”
- To see now how a jest shall come about!
- I warrant, and 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
53- Enough of this, I pray thee hold thy peace.
Nurse
54 - 61- Yes, madam, yet I cannot choose but laugh
- To think it should leave crying and say, “Ay.”
- And yet I warrant it had upon it brow
- A bump as big as a young cock’rel’s stone—
- A perilous 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
62- And stint thou too, I pray thee, nurse, say I.
Nurse
63 - 66- Peace, I have done. God mark thee to his grace!
- Thou wast the prettiest babe that e’er I nurs’d.
- And I might live to see thee married once,
- I have my wish.
Lady Capulet
67 - 69- Marry, that “marry” is the very theme
- I came to talk of. Tell me, daughter Juliet,
- How stands your dispositions to be married?
Juliet
70- It is an honor that I dream not of.
Nurse
71 - 72- An honor! Were not I thine only nurse,
- I would say thou hadst suck’d wisdom from thy teat.
Lady Capulet
73 - 78- 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
79 - 80- A man, young lady! Lady, such a man
- As all the world—why, he’s a man of wax.
Lady Capulet
81- Verona’s summer hath not such a flower.
Nurse
82- Nay, he’s a flower, in faith, a very flower.
Lady Capulet
83 - 98- 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
99- No less! Nay, bigger: women grow by men.
Lady Capulet
100- Speak briefly, can you like of Paris’ love?
Juliet
101 - 103- 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 First Servingman.
First Servingman
104 - 107- Madam, the guests are come, supper serv’d up, you call’d, my
- young lady ask’d for, the nurse curs’d in the pantry, and
- every thing in extremity. I must hence to wait; I beseech
- you follow straight.
- Exit.
Lady Capulet
108- We follow thee. Juliet, the County stays.
Nurse
109- Go, girl, seek happy nights to happy days.
- Exeunt.