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Now by my Maidenhead, at twelve year old I bade her come, what Lamb: what Ladi-bird, God forbid, Where's this Girl? what Juliet ? Faith I can tell her age unto and hour. 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? Even or odd, of all days in the year come Lammas Eve at night shall she be fourteen. Susan & she, God rest all Christian souls, were of and age. Well Susan is with God, she was too good for me. But as I said, on La mass Eve at night shall she be fourteen, that shall she ma rye, I remember it well. It's since the Earthquake now eleven years, and she was weaned 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 Dovehouse 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 teachy, and fallen out with the Dug, Shake quoth the Dovehouse, 'twas no need I trow to bid me trudge: and since that time it is a eleven years, for then she could stand alone, nay bi' the rood she could have run, & wadled all about: for even the day before she broke her brow, & then my Husband God be with his soul, a was a merry man, took up the Child, yea quoth he, dost thou fallen upon thy face? thou wilt fallen backward when thou hast more wit, wilt thou not Jule ? And by my holy-dam, the pretty wretch left crying, & said I: to see now how a Jest shall come about. I warrant, & I shall live a thousand years, I never should forget it: wilt thou not Julet quoth he? and pretty fool it stinted, and said I. Yes Madam, yet I cannot choose but laugh, to think it should leave crying, & say I: and yet I warrant it had upon it brow, a bumpe as big as a young Cockrels stone? A perilous knock, and it cried bitterly. Yea quoth my husband, fallest upon thy face, thou wilt fallen back ward when thou comest to age: wilt thou not Jule ? It stinted: and said I. A man young Lady, Lady, such a man as all the world. Why he's a man of wax. Nay he's a flower, infaith a very flower. No less, nay bigger: women grow by men. Go Girl, seek hap e nights to happy days. Is your man secret, did you never hear say two may keep counsel putting one away. Your Mother. Peace I have done: God mark thee too his grace thou wast the prettiest Babe that ere I nursed, and I might live to see thee married once, I have my wish. And hour, were not I thine only Nurse, I would say thou hadst sucked wisdom from thy teat. Madam your Mother craves a word with you. The Son and Heir of old Tyberio. Marry that I think be young Petruchio. I know not. His name is Romeo, and a Montague, The only Son of your great Enemy. What's this? whats this? Anon, anon: Come let's away, the strangers all are gone. Now old desire does in his death bed lie, And young affection gapes to be his Heir, That fair, for which Love groaned for and would die, With tender Juliet matched, is now not fair. Now Romeo is beloved, and Loves again, A Like bewitched by the charm of looks: But to his foe supposed he must complain, And she steal Loves sweet bait from fearful hooks: Being held a foe, he may not have access To breath such vows as Lovers use to swear, And she as much in Love, her means much less, To meet her new Beloved any where: But passion lends them Power, time, means to meet, Tempering extremities with extreme sweet. Peter ? My Fan Peter ? God you good morrow Gentlemen. Is it gooden? Out upon you: what a man are you? By my troth it is said, for himself to, mar quam than: Gentlemen, can any of you tell me where I may find the young Romeo ? You say well. If you be he sir, I desire some confidence with you? I pray you sir, what saucy Merchant was this that was so full of his ropery? And a speak any thing against me, I'll take him down, & a were lustier then he is, and twenty such Jacks: and if I cannot, I'll find those that shall: scurvy knave, I am none of his flurt-gils, I am none of his skeins mates, and thou must stand by too and suffer every knave to use me at his pleasure. Now afore God, I am so vexed, that every partly about me quivers, skuruy knave: pray you sir a word: and as I told you, my young Lady bid me inquire you out, what she bid me say, I will keep to my self: but first let me tell you, if you should lead her in a fools paradise, as they say, it were a very gross kind of behaviour, as they say: for the Gentlewoman is young: & therefore, if you should deal double with her, truly it were and ill thing to be of feared to any Gentlewoman, and very weak dealing. Nurse commend me to thy Lady and Mistress, I protest unto thee. Good heart, and i'faith I will tell her as much: Lord, Lord she will be a joyful woman. I will tell her sir, that you do protest, which as I take it, is a Gentlemanlike offer. No truly sir not a penny. This afternoon sir? well she shall be there. Now God in heaven bless thee: hark you sir, Well sir, my Mistress is the sweetest Lady, Lord, Lord, when 'twas a little pra king thing. Oh there is a No ble man in Town one Paris, that would feign lay knife a board: but she good soul had as leave a see Toad, a very Toad as see him: I anger her sometime, and tell her that Paris is the propere man, but I'll warrant you, when I say so, she looks as pale as any clout in the versall world. Does not Rosemary and Romeo begin both with a letter? A mocker that's the dogs name, R. is for the no, I know it begins with some other letter, and she hath the prettiest sententious of it, of you and Rosemary, that it would do you good to hear it. I a thousand times. Peter ? Before and apace. Peter stay at the gate. I am a weary, give me leave awhile, Fie how my bones ache, what a jaunt have I had? Jesu what hast? can you not stay a while? Do you not see that I am out of breath? Well, you have made a simple choice, you know not how to choose a man: Romeo, no not he though his face be better then any men, yet his legs excels all men's, and for a hand, and a foot, and a body, though they be not to be talked on, yet they are passed compare: he is not the flower of courtesy, but I'll warrant him as gentle a Lamb: go thy ways wench, serve God. What have you dined at home? Lord how my head akes, what a head have I? It beats as it would fallen in twenty pieces. My back at other side: oh my back, my back: Beshrew your heart for sending me about To catch my death with jaunting up and down. Your Love says Like and honest Gentleman, And a courteous, and a kind, and a handsome, And I warrant a virtuous: where is your Mother? Oh Gods Lady deer, Are you so hight? marry come up I trow, Is this the Poultis for my aching bones? Henceforward do your messages your self. Have you God leave to go to shrift to day? Then high you hence to Friar Laurence Cell, There stays a Husband to make you a wife: Now comes the wanton blood up in your cheeks, The 'le be in Scarlet straight at any news: High you to Church, I must and other way, To fetch a Ladder by the which your Love Must climde a birds nest Soon when it is dark: I am the drudge, and toil in your delight: But you shall bear the burden soon at night. Go I'll to dinner, High you to the Cell. I, I, the Cords. A welady, he's dead, he's dead, We are undone Lady, we are undone. Alack the day, he's gone, he's killed, he's dead. Romeo can, Though heaven cannot. Oh Romeo, Romeo. Who ever would have thought it Romeo. I saw the wound, I saw it with mine eyes, God save the mark, here on his manly breast, A piteous Coarse, a bloody piteous Coarse: Pale, pale as ashes, all bedaubed in blood, All in gore blood, I sounded at the sighed- Oh Tybalt, Tybalt, the best Friend I had: Oh courteous Tybalt honest Gentleman, That ever I should live to see thee dead. Tybalt is gone, and Romeo banished, Romeo that killed him, he is banished. Oh Serpent heart, hid with a flowering face. There's no trust, no faith, no honesty in men, All periu'rd, all forsworn, all nought, all dissemblers, Ah where's my man? give me some Aquavitae? These griefs, these woes, these sorrows make me old: Shame come to Romeo. Will you speak well of him, That killed your Cozen? Weeping and wailing over Tybalts Coarse, Will you go to them? I will bring you thither. High to your Chamber, I'll find Romeo To comfort you, I wot well where he is: Hark you your Romeo will be here at night, I'll to him, he is hid at Laurence Cell. Let me come in, And you shall know my errand: I come from Lady Juliet. Oh holy Friar, Oh tell me holy Friar, Where's my Ladies Lord? where's Romeo ? Oh he is even in my Mistress case, Just in her case. Oh woeful sympathy: Piteous predicament, even so lies she, Blubbering and weeping, weeping and blubbering, Stand up, stand up, stand and you be a man, For Juliets sake, for her sake rise and stand: Why should you fallen into so deep and Oh. Ah sir, ah sir, death's the end of all. O she says nothing sir, but weeps and weeps, And now falls on her bed, and then starts up, And Tybalt calls, and then on Romeo cries, And then down falls again. Oh Lord, I could have stayed here all night, To hear good counsel: o what learning is! My Lord I'll tell my Lady you will come. Here sir, a Ring she bid me give you sir: High you, make hast, for it grows very late. Madam. Your Lady Mother is coming to your chamber, The day is broke, be wary, look about. God in heaven bless her, You are too blame my Lord to rate her so. I speak no treason, Father, Oh Godigoden, May not one speak? Faith here it is, Romeo is banished, and all the world to nothing, That he dares never come back to challenge you: Or if he do, it needs must be by stealth. Then since the case so stands as now it does, I think it best you married with the County, Oh he's a Lovely Gentleman: Romeos a dishclout to him: and Eagle Madam Hath not so green, so quick, so fair and eye As Paris hath, beshrew my very heart, I think you are happy in this second match, For it excels your first: or if it did not, Your first is dead, or 'twere as good he were, As living here and you no use of him. And from my soul too, Or else beshrew them both. What? Marry I will, and this is wisely done. I forsooth. See where she comes from shrift With merry look. They call for Dates and Quinces in the Pastry. Go you Cotquean, go, Get you to bed, faith yowl be sick to morrow For this nights watching. Mistress, what Mistress? Juliet? Fast I warrant her she. Why Lamb, why Lady? fie you sluggabed, Why Love I say? Madam, sweet heart: why Bride? What not a word? You take your pennyworth now. Sleep for a week, for the next night I warrant The County Paris hath set up his rest, That you shall rest but little, God forgive me: Marry and Amen: how found is she a sleep? I must needs wake her: Madam, Madam, Madam, I, let the County take you in your bed, Heel fright you up i'faith. Will it not be? What dressed, and in your clothes, and down again? I must needs wake you: Lady, Lady, Lady? Alas, alas, help, help, my Ladies dead, O welladay, that ever I was born, Some Aquavitae ho, my Lord, my Lady? Oh lamentable day. Look, look, o heavy day. She's dead: deceased, she's dead: alack the day. Oh Lamentable day! Oh woe, Oh woeful, woeful, woeful day, Most lamentable day, most woeful day, That ever, ever, I did yet behold. Oh day, Oh day, Oh day, Oh hateful day, Never was seen so black a day as this: Oh woeful day, Oh woeful day. Honest good fellows Ah put up, put up, For well you know, this is a pitiful case. Marry Bachelor, Her Mother is the Lady of the house, And a good Lady, and a wise, and Virtuous, I Nur'st her Daughter that you talked withal: I tell you, he that can lay hold of her, Shall have the chinks.