Romeo and Juliet / Ромео и Джульетта

Nurse

Yes, madam, yet I cannot choose but laugh,

To think it should leave crying, and say �Ay’;

And yet I warrant it had upon it brow

A bump as big as a young cockerel’s stone;

A perilous 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’.

Juliet

And stint thou too, I pray thee, Nurse, say I.

Nurse

Peace, I have done.

Thou wast the prettiest babe that e’er I nurs’d:

And 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 suck’d 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

As all the world-why he’s a man of wax.

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?

This night you shall behold him at our feast;

Read o’er the volume of young Paris’ face,

And find delight writ there with beauty’s pen.

Examine every married lineament,

And see how one another lends content;

And what obscur’d in this fair volume lies,

Find written in the margent of his eyes.

This precious book of love, this unbound lover,

To beautify him, only lacks a cover:

The fish lives in the sea; and ’tis much pride

For fair without the fair within to hide.

That book in many’s eyes doth share the glory,

That in gold clasps locks in the golden story;

So shall you share all that he doth possess,

By having him, making yourself no less.

Nurse

No less, nay bigger. Women grow by men.