JULIET:
And stint thou too, I pray thee, Nurse, say I.

NURSE:
Peace, I have done. God mark thee to his grace
Thou wast the prettiest babe that e’er I nurs’d:
And 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 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,
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
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?

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