_Nurce_: _Euen or odde, of all dayes in the yeare come_ Lammas _Eue at night shall she be fourteene._ Susan _and she_ 20 _God rest all Christian soules were of an age. Well_ Susan _is_ _with God, she was too good for me: But as I said on_ Lammas _Eue at night shall she be fourteene, that shall shee marie_ _I remember it well. Tis since the Earth-quake nowe eleauen_ _yeares, and she was weand I neuer shall forget it, of_ 25 _all the daies of the yeare vpon that day: for I had then laid_ _wormewood to my dug, sitting in the sun vnder the Doue-house_ _wall. My Lord and you were then at_ Mantua, _nay I_ _do beare a braine: But as I said, when it did tast the wormwood_ _on the nipple of my dug, & felt it bitter, pretty foole_ 30 _to see it teachie and fall out with Dugge. Shake quoth the_ _Doue-house twas no need I trow to bid me trudge, and since_ _that time it is a leauen yeare: for then could_ Iuliet _stande_ _high lone, nay by the Roode, shee could haue wadled vp and_ _downe, for euen the day before shee brake her brow, and then_ 35 _my husband God be with his soule, hee was a merrie man:_ _Dost thou fall forward_ Iuliet? _thou wilt fall backward when_ _thou hast more wit: wilt thou not_ Iuliet? _and by my hollidam,_ _the pretty foole left crying and said I. To see how a_ _ieast shall come about, I warrant you if I should liue a hundred_ 40 _yeare, I neuer should forget it, wilt thou not_ Iuliet_?_ _and by my troth she stinted and cried I._ _Iuliet_: And stint thou too, I prethee Nurce say I. _Nurce_: _Well goe thy waies, God marke thee for his_ _grace, thou wert the prettiest Babe that euer I nurst, might_ 45 _I but liue to see thee married once, I haue my wish._ _Wife_: And that same marriage Nurce, is the Theame I meant to talke of: Tell me _Iuliet_, howe stand you affected to be married? _Iul_: It is an honor that I dreame not off. 50 _Nurce_: _An honor! were not I thy onely Nurce, I_ _would say thou hadst suckt wisedome from thy Teat._ _Wife_: Well girle, the Noble Countie _Paris_ seekes thee for his Wife. _Nurce_: _A man young Ladie, Ladie such a man as all_ 55 _the world, why he is a man of waxe._ _Wife: Veronaes_ Summer hath not such a flower. _Nurce_: _Nay he is a flower, in faith a very flower._ _Wife_: Well _Iuliet_, how like you of _Paris_ loue. _Iuliet_: Ile looke to like, if looking liking moue, 60 But no more deepe will I engage mine eye, Then your consent giues strength to make it flie. _Enter Clowne._ Clowne: _Maddam you are cald for, supper is readie,_ _the Nurce curst in the Pantrie, all thinges in extreamitie,_ _make hast for I must be gone to waite._ 65 [Sidenote: [SC. IV.]]