_Nurse._ Yes, madam: yet I cannot choose but laugh,[208] To think it should leave crying, and say 'Ay:'[208] And yet, I warrant, it had upon it brow[208][209] A bump as big as a young cockerel's stone;[208] A perilous knock; and it cried bitterly:[208][210] 55 'Yea,' quoth my husband, 'fall'st upon thy face?[208] Thou wilt fall backward when thou comest to age;[208] Wilt thou not, Jule?' it stinted, and said 'Ay.'[208][211] _Jul._ And stint thou too, I pray thee, nurse, say I.[212] _Nurse._ Peace, I have done. God mark thee to his grace![213][214] 60 Thou wast the prettiest babe that e'er I nursed:[213][215] An I might live to see thee married once,[213][216] I have my wish.[213] _La. Cap._ Marry, that 'marry' is the very theme[207][217] I came to talk of. Tell me, daughter Juliet,[218] 65 How stands your disposition to be married?[219] _Jul._ It is an honour that I dream not of.[220][221] _Nurse._ An honour! were not I thine only nurse,[221][222][223] I would say thou hadst suck'd wisdom from thy teat.[222][224] _La. Cap._ Well, think of marriage now; younger than you[207] 70 Here in Verona, ladies of esteem,[225] Are made already mothers. By my count,[226] 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. 75 _Nurse._ A man, young lady! lady, such a man[227] As all the world--why, he's a man of wax.[227][228] _La. Cap._ Verona's summer hath not such a flower.[207] _Nurse._ Nay, he's a flower; in faith, a very flower. _La. Cap._ What say you? can you love the gentleman?[207][229] 80 This night you shall behold him at our feast:[229] Read o'er the volume of young Paris' face,[229][230] And find delight writ there with beauty's pen;[229] Examine every married lineament,[229][231] And see how one another lends content;[229] 85 And what obscured in this fair volume lies[229] Find written in the margent of his eyes.[229] This precious book of love, this unbound lover,[229] To beautify him, only lacks a cover:[229] The fish lives in the sea; and 'tis much pride[229][232] 90 For fair without the fair within to hide:[229][233] That book in many's eyes doth share the glory,[229][234] That in gold clasps locks in the golden story:[229] So shall you share all that he doth possess,[229] By having him making yourself no less.[229] 95 _Nurse._ No less! nay, bigger: women grow by men.[229][235] _La. Cap._ Speak briefly, can you like of Paris' love?[207] _Jul._ I'll look to like, if looking liking move: But no more deep will I endart mine eye[236] Than your consent gives strength to make it fly.[237] 100