Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1596 [1594-1596] (Annals) tragedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men unassigned nearest T11 Siblings, kin and confidants · 528 words
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When the devout religion of mine eye Maintains such falsehood, then turn tears to fire: And these who often drowned could never die, Transparent Heretics be burnt for liars. One fairer than my love: the allseeing Sun Near saw her match, since first the world begun. Tut, you saw her fair, none else being by, Herself poised with herself in either eye: But in that crystal scales, let there be weighed, Your Lady's love against some other Maid That I will show you, shining at this Feast, And she show scant shell, well, that now shows best. I'll go along, no such sight to be shown, But to rejoice in splendour of mine own. Nurse where's my daughter? call her forth to me. Now by my Maidenhead, at twelve year old I bade her come, what Lamb: what Ladi-bird, God forbidden, Where's this Girl? what Iuliet? How now, who calls? Your Mother. Madam I am here, what is your will? This is the matter: Nurse give leave awhile, we must talk in secret. Nurse come back again, I have remembered me, thou'se hear our counsel. Thou knowest my daughter's of a pretty age. Faith I can tell her age unto an hour. she's not fourteen. 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 tied? A fortnight and odd days. Even or odd, of all days in the year come Lammas Eve at night shall she be fourteen. Susan & 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 Lamas 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. 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 teachie, 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 a eleven years, for than she could stand alone, nay bi' th' rood she could have run, & wadled all about: for even the day before she broke her brow, & 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 Iule? And by my halidom, the pretty wretch left crying, & said I: to see now how a jest shall come about. I warrant, & I shall live a thousand years, I never should forget it: wilt thou not Iulet quoth he? and pretty fool it stinted, and said I.
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When the deuout religion of mine eye Maintaines ſuch falſhood, then turne teares to fire: And theſe who often drown'd could neuer die, Tranſparent Heretiques be burnt for liers. One fairer then my loue: the all-ſeeing Sun Nere ſaw her match, ſince firſt the world begun. Tut, you ſaw her faire, none elſe being by, Herſelfe poyſ'd with herſelfe in either eye: But in that Chriſtall ſcales, let there be waid, Your Ladies loue againſt ſome other Maid That I will ſhow you, ſhining at this Feaſt, And ſhe ſhew ſcant ſhell, well, that now ſhewes beſt. Ile goe along, no ſuch ſight to be ſhowne, But to reioyce in ſplendor of mine owne. Nurſe wher's my daughter? call her forth to me. Now by my Maidenhead, at twelue yeare old I bad her come, what Lamb: what Ladi-bird, God forbid, Where's this Girle? what Iuliet? How now, who calls? Your Mother. Madam I am heere, what is your will? This is the matter: Nurſe giue leaue awhile, we muſt talke in ſecret. Nurſe come backe againe, I haue remembred me, thou'ſe heare our counſell. Thou knoweſt my daughter's of a prety age. Faith I can tell her age vnto an houre. Shee's not fourteene. Ile lay fourteene of my teeth, And yet to my teene be it ſpoken, I haue but foure, ſhee's not fourteene. How long is it now to Lammas tide? A fortnight and odde dayes. Euen or odde, of all daies in the yeare come Lammas Eue at night ſhall ſhe be fourteene. Suſan & ſhe, God reſt all Chriſtian ſoules, were of an age. Well Suſan is with God, ſhe was too good for me. But as I ſaid, on Lamas Eue at night ſhall ſhe be fourteene, that ſhall ſhe marie, I remember it well. 'Tis ſince the Earth-quake now eleuen yeares, and ſhe was wean'd I neuer ſhall forget it, of all the daies of the yeare, vpon that day: for I had then laid Worme-wood to my Dug ſitting in the Sunne vnder the Douehouſe wall, my Lord and you were then at Mantua, nay I doe beare a braine. But as I ſaid, when it did taſt the Worme-wood on the nipple of my Dugge, and felt it bitter, pretty foole, to ſee it teachie, and fall out with the Dugge, Shake quoth the Doue-houſe, 'twas no neede I trow to bid mee trudge: and ſince that time it is a eleuen yeares, for then ſhe could ſtand alone, nay bi' th' roode ſhe could haue runne, & wadled all about: for euen the day before ſhe broke her brow, & then my Husband God be with his ſoule, a was a merrie man, tooke vp the Child, yea quoth hee, doeſt thou fall vpon thy face? thou wilt fall backeward when thou haſt more wit, wilt thou not Iule? And by my holy-dam, the pretty wretch lefte crying, & ſaid I: to ſee now how a Ieſt ſhall come about. I warrant, & I ſhall liue a thouſand yeares, I neuer ſhould forget it: wilt thou not Iulet quoth he? and pretty foole it ſtinted, and ſaid I.