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LADY CAPULET
Marry, that marry is the very theme
I came to talk of. Tell me, daughter Juliet,
How stands your dispositions to be married? [65]
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, [70]
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 [75]
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; [80]
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, [85]
Find written in the margent of his eyes.
This precious book of love, this unbound lover,
