Shakespeare, William · published 1597 · first performed or written 1596 [1594-1596] (Annals) tragedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men unassigned nearest T28 Marriage-making: weddings, brides and ma · 473 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T28: married, marriage, wedding, day, bride, father, wife, luce, love, husband.
Faith I can tell her age unto a hour. she's not fourteen. Ile 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? A fortnight and odd days. 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 we and 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, & felt it bitter, pretty fool to see it teachie and fall out with Dug. Shake quoth the Dove-house ttwas no need I trow to bid me trudge, and since that time it is a leaven year: for than could Iuliet stand high loan, nay by the Rood, she could have waddled up and down, for even the day before she broke her brow, and then my husband God be with his soul, he was a merry man: Dost thou fall forward Iuliet? thou wilt fall backward when thou hast more wit: wilt thou not Iuliet? and by my halidom, the pretty fool left crying and said I. To see how a jest shall come about, I warrant you if I should live a hundred year, I never should forget it, wilt thou not Iuliet? and by my troth she stinted and cried I. And stint thou too, I pray thee Nurse say I. Well go thy ways, God mark thee for his grace, thou wert the prettiest Babe that ever I nursed, might I but live to see thee married once, I have my wish. And that same marriage Nurse, is the Theme I meant to talk of: Tell me Iuliet, how stand you affected to be married? It is an honour that I dream not off. An honour! were not I thy only Nurse, I would say thou hadst sucked wisdom from thy Teat. Well girl, the Noble County Paris is seeks thee for his Wife. A man young Lady, Lady such a man as all the world, why he is a man of wax. Veronaes Summer hath not such a flower. Nay he is a flower, in faith a very flower. Well Iuliet, how like you of Paris▪ love.
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Faith I can tell her age vnto a houre. Shee's not fourteene. le lay fourteene of my teth, and yet to my tene be it spoken, I haue but foure, shee's not fourteene. How long is it now to Lammas-ide? A fortnight and odde dayes. Euen or odde, of all dayes in the yeare come Lammas Eue at night shall she be fourteene. Susan and she God rest all Christian soles were of an age. VVell Susan is with God, she was too good for me: But as I said on Lammas Eue at night▪ shall she be fourteene, that shall shee marie I remember it well▪ Tis since the Earth-quake nowe eleauen yeares, and she was we and I neuer shall forget it, of all the daies of the yeare vpon that day: for I had then laid wormewood to my dug, sitting in the sun vnder the Doue-house wall. My Lord and you were then at Mantua, nay I do beare a braine: But as I said, when it did tast the wormwood on the nipple of my dug, & felt it bitter, pretty foole to see it teachie and fall out with Dugge. Shake quoth the Doue-house twas no need I trow to bid me trudge, and since that time it is a leauen yeare: for then could Iuliet stande high lone, nay by the Roode, shee could haue wadled vp and downe, for euen the day before shee brake her brow, and then my husband God be with his soule, hee was a merrie man: Dost thou fall forward Iuliet? thou wilt fall backward when thou hast more wit: wilt thou not Iuliet? and by my hollidam, the pretty foole left crying and said I. To see how a ieast shall come about, I warrant you if I should liue a hundred yeare, I neuer should forget it, wilt thou not Iuliet? and by my troth she stinted and cried I. And stint thou too, I pre thee Nurce say I. VVell goe thy wais, God marke thee for his grace, thou wert the prettiest Babe that euer I nurst, might I but liue to see thee married once, I haue my wish. And that same marriage Nurce, is the Theame I meant to talke of: Tell me Iuliet, howe stand you affected to be married? It is an honor that I dreame not off. An honor! were not I thy onely Nurce, I would say thou hadst suckt wisedome from thy Teat. Well girle, the Noble Countie Paris is seekes thee for his Wife. A man young Ladie, Ladie such a man as all the world, why he is a man of waxe. Veronaes Summer hath not such a flower. Nay he is a flower, in faith a very flower. Well Iuliet, how like you of Paris▪ oue.