Nurse's Lines From
"Romeo and Juliet"
- Faith, I can tell her age unto an hour.
- I'll lay fourteen of my teeth,--
- And yet, to my teeth be it spoken, I have but four--
- She is 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 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 wean'd,--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 dove-house 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 tetchy and fall out with the dug!
- Shake quoth the dove-house: 'twas no need, I trow,
- To bid me trudge:
- And since that time 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 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 holidame,
- 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.'
- Yes, madam: yet I cannot choose but laugh,
- To think it should leave crying and say 'Ay.'
- And yet, I warrant, it had upon its brow
- A bump as big as a young cockerel's stone;
- A parlous knock; and it cried bitterly:
- '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.'
- 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.
- Now, by my maidenhead, at twelve year old,
- I bade her come. What, lamb! what, ladybird!
- God forbid! Where's this girl? What, Juliet!
- Your mother.
- An honour! were not I thine only nurse,
- I would say thou hadst suck'd wisdom from thy teat.
- A man, young lady! lady, such a man
- As all the world--why, he's a man of wax.
- Nay, he's a flower; in faith, a very flower.
- No less! nay, bigger; women grow by men.
- Go, girl, seek happy nights to happy days.
- Madam, your mother craves a word with you.
- Marry, bachelor,
- Her mother is the lady of the house,
- And a good lady, and a wise and virtuous
- I nursed her daughter, that you talk'd withal;
- I tell you, he that can lay hold of her
- Shall have the chinks.
- The son and heir of old Tiberio.
- Marry, that, I think, be young Petrucio.
- I know not.
- His name is Romeo, and a Montague;
- The only son of your great enemy.
- What's this? what's this?
- Anon, anon!
- Come, let's away; the strangers all are gone.
- My fan, Peter.
- God ye good morrow, gentlemen.
- Is it good den?
- Out upon you! what a man are you!
- By my troth, it is well said; 'for himself to mar,'
- quoth a'? 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
- Marry, farewell! I pray you, sir, what saucy
- merchant was this, that was so full of his ropery?
- An a' speak any thing against me, I'll take him
- down, an a' were lustier than he is, and twenty such
- Jacks; and if I cannot, I'll find those that shall.
- Scurvy knave! I am none of his flirt-gills; I am
- none of his skains-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 part about
- me quivers. Scurvy knave! Pray you, sir, a word:
- and as I told you, my young lady bade me inquire you
- out; what she bade me say, I will keep to myself:
- but first let me tell ye, if ye should lead her into
- a fool's paradise, as they say, it were a very gross
- kind of behavior, as they say: for the gentlewoman
- is young; and, therefore, if you should deal double
- with her, truly it were an ill thing to be offered
- to any gentlewoman, and very weak dealing.
- 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.
- Is your man secret? Did you ne'er hear say,
- Two may keep counsel, putting one away?
- Ah. mocker! that's the dog's 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.
- Ay, a thousand times.
- Peter, take my fan, and go 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 haste? can you not stay awhile?
- 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 than any man's, yet his leg 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
- past compare: he is not the flower of courtesy,
- but, I'll warrant him, as gentle as a lamb. Go thy
- ways, wench; serve God. What, have you dined at home?
- Lord, how my head aches! what a head have I!
- It beats as it would fall in twenty pieces.
- My back o' t' other side,--O, my back, my back!
- Beshrew your heart for sending me about,
- To catch my death with jaunting up and down!
- Your love says, like an honest gentleman, and a
- courteous, and a kind, and a handsome, and, I
- warrant, a virtuous,--Where is your mother?
- O God's lady dear!
- Are you so hot? marry, come up, I trow;
- Is this the poultice for my aching bones?
- Henceforward do your messages yourself.
- Have you got leave to go to shrift to-day?
- Then hie you hence to Friar Laurence' cell;
- There stays a husband to make you a wife:
- Now comes the wanton blood up in your cheeks,
- They'll be in scarlet straight at any news.
- Hie you to church; I must another way,
- To fetch a ladder, by the which your love
- Must climb a bird's 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: hie you to the cell.
- Ay, ay, the cords.
- Ah, well-a-day! he's dead, he's dead, he's dead!
- We are undone, lady, we are undone!
- Alack the day! he's gone, he's kill'd, he's dead!
- Romeo can,
- Though heaven cannot: O 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 corse, a bloody piteous corse;
- Pale, pale as ashes, all bedaub'd in blood,
- All in gore-blood; I swounded at the sight.
- O Tybalt, Tybalt, the best friend I had!
- O courteous Tybalt! honest gentleman!
- That ever I should live to see thee dead!
- Tybalt is gone, and Romeo banished;
- Romeo that kill'd him, he is banished.
- It did, it did; alas the day, it did!
- There's no trust,
- No faith, no honesty in men; all perjured,
- All forsworn, all naught, all dissemblers.
- Ah, where's my man? give me some aqua vitae:
- These griefs, these woes, these sorrows make me old.
- Shame come to Romeo!
- Will you speak well of him that kill'd your cousin?
- Weeping and wailing over Tybalt's corse:
- Will you go to them? I will bring you thither.
- Hie to your chamber: I'll find Romeo
- To comfort you: I wot well where he is.
- Hark ye, 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.
- O holy friar, O, tell me, holy friar,
- Where is my lady's lord, where's Romeo?
- O, he is even in my mistress' case,
- Just in her case! O woful sympathy!
- Piteous predicament! Even so lies she,
- Blubbering and weeping, weeping and blubbering.
- Stand up, stand up; stand, and you be a man:
- For Juliet's sake, for her sake, rise and stand;
- Why should you fall into so deep an O?
- Ah sir! ah sir! Well, 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.
- O Lord, I could have stay'd here all the 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:
- Hie you, make haste, for it grows very late.
- Your lady mother is coming to your chamber:
- The day is broke; be wary, look about.
- God in heaven bless her!
- You are to blame, my lord, to rate her so.
- I speak no treason.
- May not one speak?
- Faith, here it is.
- Romeo is banish'd; and all the world to nothing,
- That he dares ne'er come back to challenge you;
- Or, if he do, it needs must be by stealth.
- Then, since the case so stands as now it doth,
- I think it best you married with the county.
- O, he's a lovely gentleman!
- Romeo's a dishclout to him: an eagle, madam,
- Hath not so green, so quick, so fair an 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.
- Marry, I will; and this is wisely done.
- Ay, forsooth.
- See where she comes from shrift with merry look.
- They call for dates and quinces in the pastry.
- Go, you cot-quean, go,
- Get you to bed; faith, You'll be sick to-morrow
- For this night's watching.
- Mistress! what, mistress! Juliet! fast, I warrant her, she:
- Why, lamb! why, lady! fie, you slug-a-bed!
- Why, love, I say! madam! sweet-heart! why, bride!
- What, not a word? you take your pennyworths 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 sound is she asleep!
- I must needs wake her. Madam, madam, madam!
- Ay, let the county take you in your bed;
- He'll fright you up, i' faith. Will it not be?
- What, dress'd! and in your clothes! and down again!
- I must needs wake you; Lady! lady! lady!
- Alas, alas! Help, help! my lady's dead!
- O, well-a-day, that ever I was born!
- Some aqua vitae, ho! My lord! my lady!
- O lamentable day!
- Look, look! O heavy day!
- She's dead, deceased, she's dead; alack the day!
- O lamentable day!
- O woe! O woful, woful, woful day!
- Most lamentable day, most woful day,
- That ever, ever, I did yet behold!
- O day! O day! O day! O hateful day!
- Never was seen so black a day as this:
- O woful day, O woful day!
- Honest goodfellows, ah, put up, put up;
- For, well you know, this is a pitiful case.