Juliet
Madam, I am here. What is your will?
Lady Capulet
This is the matter.— Nurse, give leave awhile,
We must talk in secret.— Nurse, come back again,
I have remembered me, thou’s hear our counsel.
Thou know’st my daughter’s of a pretty age.
Nurse
Faith, I can tell her age unto an hour.
Lady Capulet
She’s not fourteen.
Nurse
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
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 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. And since that time it is eleven years, for then she could stand alone, 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, an 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
Enough of this, I pray thee, hold thy peace.
Nurse
And yet I warrant it had upon it brow a bump as big as a young cock’rel’s stone. ‘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
And stint thou too, I pray thee, Nurse, say I.
Nurse
Peace, I have done. God mark thee to his grace! Thou wast the prettiest babe that e’er I nursed. An I might live to see thee married once, I have my wish.
Lady Capulet
Marry, that ‘marry’ is the very theme
I came to talk of. Tell me, daughter Juliet,
How stands your disposition to be married?
Juliet
It is an honour that I dream not of.
Nurse
An honour! Were not I thine only nurse, I would say thou hadst sucked wisdom from thy teat.
Lady Capulet
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
A man, young lady! Lady, such a man.
Lady Capulet
Verona’s summer hath not such a flower.
Nurse
Nay, he’s a flower, in faith, a very flower.
Lady Capulet
What say you? Can you love the gentleman?