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EOMEO AND JULIET. 25 Kay, I do bear a brain : — but, as I said, When it did taste tlie 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. — God mark thee to his grace ! Thou wast the prettiest babe that e'er I nurs'd ; An 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 honor that I dream not of. Nurse. An honor ! were not I thine only nurse, I would say thou hadst suek'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. JSfurse. A man, young lady ! lady, such a man As all the world — why, he's a man of wax.