God forbid! Where’s this girl? What, Juliet! Enter Juliet.

JULIET:
How now, who calls?

NURSE:
Your mother.

JULIET:
Madam, I am here. What is your will?

LADY CAPULET:
This is the matter. Nurse, give leave awhile,
We must talk in secret. Nurse, come back again,
I have remember’d me, thou’s hear our counsel.
Thou knowest my daughter’s of a pretty age.

NURSE:
Faith, I can tell her age unto an hour.

LADY CAPULET:
She’s not fourteen.

NURSE:
I’ll lay fourteen of my teeth,
And yet, to my teen be it spoken, I have but four,
She is not fourteen. How long is it now
To Lammas-tide?

LADY CAPULET:
A fortnight and odd days.

NURSE:
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.

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