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That I will show you, shining at this feast,
Rom. I'll go along, no such sight to be shown, But to rejoice in splendour of mine own. [Exeunt.
SCENE III. A Room in Capulet's House,
Enter LADY CAPULET and Nurse. La. Cap. Nurse, where's my daughter? call her
forth to me. Nurse. Now, by my maidenhead,-at twelve year
I bade her come.- What, lamb! what, lady-bird !-God forbid !—where's this girl?—what, Juliet!
Jul. How now, who calls ?
Madam, I am here, What is
will ? La. Cap. This is the matter :-Nurse, give leave
Nurse. ’Faith, I can tell her age unto an hour.
I'll lay fourteen of my teeth,
1 In all the old copies the greater part of this scene was printed as prose. Capell was the first who exhibited it as verse; the subsequent editors have followed him, but perhaps erroneously. 2 i. e. to my sorrow.
This old word is introduced for the sake of the jingle between teen, and four, and fourteen.
La. 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, 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 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
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;
3 Mr. Tyrwhitt thinks that Shakspeare had in view the earthquake which had been felt in England in bis own time, on the 6th of April, 1580; and that we may from hence conjecture that Romeo and Juliet was written in 1591.
4 The nurse means to boast of her retentive faculty. To bear a brain was to possess much mental capacity either of attention, ingenuity, or remembrance. Thus in Marston's Dutch Courtezan:
My silly husband, alas! knows nothing of it, 'tis
Wilt thou not, Jule? and, by my holy-dam,
quoth he: And, pretty fool, it stinted”, and said—Ay. La. Cap. Enough of this; I pray thee, hold thy
peace. Nurse. Yes, madam; Yet I cannot choose but 6
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, fallst upon thy face? Thou wilt fall backward, when thou com’st to age; Wilt thou not, Jule? it stinted, and said—Ay.
Jul. And stint thou too, I pray thee, nurse, say I.
La. Cap. Marry, that marry is the very theme I came to talk of:—Tell me, daughter Juliet, How stands your disposition to be married ?
Jul. It is an honour that I dream not of.
5 'To stint is to stop. Baret translates · Lachrymas supprimere, to stinte weeping;' and 'to stinte talke,' by 'sermones restinguere.' So Ben Jonson in Cynthia's Revels :
Stint thy babbling tongue,
Pish! for shame, stint thy idle chat.'
O This tautologous speech is not in the first quarto of 1597.
Nurse. An honour! were not I thine only nurse, I'd
say, thou hadst suck'd wisdom from thy teat. La. Cap. Well, think of marriage now; younger
Here in Verona, ladies of esteem,
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?.
La. Cap. Verona’s summer hath not such a flower.
married 9 lineament, And see how one another lends content;
7 i. e. as well made as if he had been modelled in wax. So in Wily Beguiled :-'Why, he is a man as one should picture him in wax.
So Horace ases · Cerea brachia,' waxen arms, for arms well shaped.-Od. xiii. 1. 1. Which Dacier explains :
Des bras faits au tour comme nous disons d'un bras rond, qu'il est comme de cire.'
8 After this speech of the Nurse, Lady Capulet, in the old quarto, says only:
• Well, Juliet, how like you of Paris' love ?' She answers, “I'll look to like,' &c; and so concludes the scene, without the intervention of that stuff to be found in the later quartos and the folio.
9 Thus the quarto of 1599. The quarto of 1609 and the folio read, “ several lineaments. We have, ‘The unity and married calm of states,' in Troilus and Cressida. And in his eighth Sonnet:
. If the true concord of well-tuned sounds,
By unions married, do offend thine ear. See vol. vii. p. 338, note 13.
And what obscur'd in this fair volume lies,
share all that he doth possess, By having him, making yourself no less.
Nurse. No less? nay, bigger; women grow by men. La. Cap. Speak briefly, can you like of Paris’love?
Jul. I'll look to like, if looking liking move: But no more deep will I endart 12 mine
eye, Than your consent gives strength to make it fly.
Enter a Servant. Serv. 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,
10 The comments on ancient books were generally printed in the margin. Horatio says, in Hamlet, “I knew you must be edified by the margent,' &c. So in The Rape of Lucrece:
• But she that never cop'd with stranger eyes
Writ in the glassy margent of such books.' This speech is full of quibbles. The unbound lover is a quibble on the binding of a book, and the binding in marriage; and the word cover is a quibble on the law phrase for a married woman, femme couverte,
11 Dr. Farmer explains this, “The fish is not yet caught. Mason thinks that we should read, “The fish lives in the shell; for the sea cannot be said to be a beautiful cover to a fish, though a shell may. The poet may mean nothing more than that those books are most esteemed by the world where valuable contents are embellished by as valuable binding.
12 The quarto of 1597 reads, engage mine eye.