I Said I Tried to Call the Nurse Again but Shes Being a Little Shame
Romeo and Juliet Translation Act 1, Scene three
LADY CAPULET and the NURSE enter.
LADY CAPULET
Nurse, where'southward my daughter? Call her forth to me.
LADY CAPULET
Nurse, where's my daughter? Tell her to come up here.
NURSE
At present, past my maidenhead at twelve year old I bade her come. What, lamb! What, ladybird! God preclude! Where's this girl? What, Juliet!
NURSE
I swear by my virginity at age twelve, I told her to come. What is this?! Heaven prevent! Where is that girl? Juliet!
JULIET
How at present, who calls?
JULIET
What? Who's calling me?
JULIET
Madam, I am here. What is your will?
JULIET
Madam, I'thou here. What do you desire?
LADY CAPULET
This is the matter.—Nurse, give get out awhile, We must talk in secret. —Nurse, come back again. I have remembered me. Thou'south hear our counsel. Thou know'st my daughter'southward of a pretty age.
LADY CAPULET
Hither'south what I want—Nurse, leave the states for a bit while we talk privately —wait, no, Nurse, come up back. I just remembered, you tin mind to our secrets. You lot know my daughter'southward of a certain age.
NURSE
Faith, I can tell her age unto an hour.
NURSE
Yes, I know her historic period to the hour.
LADY CAPULET
She'southward non fourteen.
LADY CAPULET
She's not all the same fourteen.
NURSE
I'll lay fourteen of my teeth—and all the same, to my teen be information technology spoken, I accept but 4—she is not fourteen. How long is information technology now to Lammastide?
NURSE
I'd bet fourteen of my teeth—but, to exist honest, I actually just take four teeth—that she's non 14. How long is it until Baronial 1st?
LADY CAPULET
A fortnight and odd days.
LADY CAPULET
Ii weeks and a few 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 historic period. Well, Susan is with God. She was too good for me. Simply, equally I said, On Lammas Eve at night shall she be xiv. That shall she. Ally, I retrieve information technology well. 'Tis since the earthquake now eleven years, And she was weaned—I never shall forget it— Of all the days of the twelvemonth, upon that day. For I had then laid wormwood to my dug, Sitting in the sun under the dovehouse wall. My lord and y'all were then at Mantua.— Nay, I do carry a brain. —But, as I said, When it did gustatory modality the wormwood on the nipple Of my dug and felt it bitter, pretty fool, To run into it tetchy and fall out with the dug! "Shake!" quoth the dovehouse. 'Twas no need, I trow, To bid me trudge. And since that fourth dimension 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 earlier, she broke her brow. And then my married man—God be with his soul! He was a merry man—took upward the child. "Yea," quoth he, "Dost thou fall upon thy face up? Thou wilt fall backward when thou hast more wit, Wilt thou not, Jule?" and, by my holy dame, The pretty wretch left crying and said "ay." To run into now, how a jest shall come about! I warrant, an I should live a thousand years, I never should forget information technology. "Wilt thou not, Jule?" quoth he. And, pretty fool, it stinted and said "ay."
NURSE
Even or odd, of all the days in the year, she'll be 14 on the nighttime of July 31st . She and my daughter Susan—God remainder all Christian souls—were born that same day. Well, Susan died and is now with God. She was besides good for me. Just, equally I said, on the night of July 31st, Juliet will exist fourteen. Yep, she volition indeed. I remember it well. It's been eleven years since the earthquake, and it was on that very solar day that she stopped nursing from my breast. I'll never forget information technology. I had put some biting wormwood on my breast as I was sitting in the sun, under the wall of the dovehouse. Your husband and you lot were in Mantua. Oh my, what a great retention I have! As I said, when Juliet tasted the bitter wormwood on my nipple, the pretty little matter got angry with my breast. That'south when the earthquake striking and the dovehouse started to shake. You didn't have to tell me to become out of at that place. It's been eleven years since and so. She could stand up by herself and then. No, in fact, by then she could run and waddle all over the place. I remember because just the day before she had cutting her forehead. My hubby—God residual his soul, he was a jolly human—picked Juliet up. "Oh," he said, "Did you autumn on your confront? Y'all'll fall backward when y'all grow upwardly , won't y'all, Jule?" And, by God, the pretty piffling affair stopped crying and said, "Yes." To watch a joke come truthful! Even if I live a thousand years I'll never forget it. "Won't you, Jule," he said. And the pretty fool stopped crying and said, "Yes."
LADY CAPULET
Enough of this. I pray thee, concur thy peace.
LADY CAPULET
Enough of this. Please, exist quiet.
NURSE
Yep, madam. Yet I cannot choose but laugh To think information technology should get out crying and say "ay." And nonetheless, I warrant, it had upon its brow A bump equally big as a young cockerel's stone, A perilous knock, and it cried bitterly. "Yea," quoth my married man, "Autumn'st upon thy face? Thou wilt fall backward when one thousand comest to age. Wilt thousand not, Jule?" Information technology stinted and said "ay."
NURSE
Yep, madam. Simply I take to laugh when I think that the babe stopped crying and said, "Aye." What'south more than, I swear she had a crash-land on her forehead equally big as a rooster's testicle. It was quite a knock she took, and she was crying bitterly. "Yes," said my husband, "Did y'all fall on your confront? Y'all'll fall backward when yous abound upwardly, won't you, Jule?" And she stopped crying and said, "Yep.'
JULIET
And stint m likewise, I pray thee, Nurse, say I.
JULIET
Please, Nurse, I'one thousand asking you lot to step, besides.
NURSE
Peace, I have done. God mark thee to his grace! M wast the prettiest baby that e'er I nursed. An I might live to run into thee married once, I have my wish.
NURSE
I'll exist quiet. I'm done. May you receive God's grace. You lot were the prettiest baby I ever nursed. If I alive to see you go married anytime, my wishes will be fulfilled.
LADY CAPULET
Ally, that "marry" is the very theme I came to talk of. Tell me, daughter Juliet, How stands your disposition to be married?
LADY CAPULET
In fact, marriage is exactly what I came here to discuss. Tell me, Juliet, my daughter—what practise you think nigh getting married?
JULIET
It is an laurels that I dream not of.
JULIET
It's an honor that I don't call back about at all.
NURSE
An laurels! Were non I thine simply nurse, I would say thousand hadst sucked wisdom from thy teat.
NURSE
"An honor!" If I weren't the only nurse you've had, I'd say you'd sucked wisdom from the chest that fed y'all.
LADY CAPULET
Well, think of marriage at present. 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 and then in brief: The valiant Paris seeks you for his love.
LADY CAPULET
Well, you should start thinking about union. In Verona, girls from noble families who are younger than yous take already go mothers. By my count, I was already your female parent at around your age, while you lot remain a virgin. So, to exist brief: the valiant Paris wants to marry you.
NURSE
A man, immature lady! Lady, such a man As all the world. Why, he's a human being of wax.
NURSE
What a man, young lady! He's a man as great every bit any other in the world. He's and so perfect it'southward equally if he were sculpted from wax.
LADY CAPULET
Verona'southward summer hath non such a bloom.
LADY CAPULET
Verona in the summertime has no flower every bit fine as him.
NURSE
Nay, he's a flower. In faith, a very flower.
NURSE
He's a fine flower, absolutely, a flower.
LADY CAPULET
What say y'all? Tin you beloved the gentleman? This night yous shall behold him at our feast. Read o'er the book of young Paris' confront And find delight writ there with beauty's pen. Examine every married lineament And come across how ane some other lends content, And what obscured in this fair volume lies Find written in the margin of his eyes. This precious volume of love, this unbound lover, To beautify him only lacks a cover. The fish lives in the sea, and 'tis much pride For off-white without the off-white within to hide. That volume in many'southward eyes doth share the glory That in gilt clasps locks in the golden story. And so shall you share all that he doth possess By having him, making yourself no less.
LADY CAPULET
What practice you lot say, Juliet? Can yous beloved this gentleman? This night he'll be at our feast. Look at his face and delight in his beauty. Examine how all the lines of his features combine to make him handsome. And what yous tin't encounter in his beauty, observe by looking in his eyes. This wonderful, loving man lacks only a bride to brand him perfect. As fish do not hibernate from the sea, neither should a beauty like y'all hide from a handsome human being like him. Everyone thinks he'south handsome, and whoever becomes his helpmate would exist as loved. You would share all that he possesses, and lose cipher past having him.
NURSE
No less? Nay, bigger. Women abound by men.
NURSE
Lose zip? No, you lot'd get bigger. Men brand women bigger.
LADY CAPULET
Speak briefly. Can you lot like of Paris, love?
LADY CAPULET
Answer me now. Tin y'all love Paris?
JULIET
I'll look to like if looking liking move. Only no more deep will I endart mine eye Than your consent gives forcefulness to arrive fly.
JULIET
I'll look at him with the intent to like him, if looking at him moves me to like him. Just I won't allow myself autumn for him whatever more than your permission allows.
PETER
Madam, the guests are come, supper served upward, you lot called, my immature lady asked for, the Nurse cursed in the pantry, and every thing in extremity. I must hence to expect. I beseech you, follow straight.
PETER
Madam, the guests are here and dinner is served. Your guests phone call for yous and Juliet, while the servants in the pantry are cursing the Nurse. Things are getting out of control. I must blitz off to serve the guests. Delight, follow right after me.
LADY CAPULET
We follow thee.—Juliet, the county stays.
LADY CAPULET
We'll follow you lot. Juliet, Paris is waiting for you.
NURSE
Go, daughter, seek happy nights to happy days.
NURSE
Get, daughter, and expect for the man who will give y'all happy nights at the end of happy days.
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