Ромео и Джульетта
Scene III. A room in Capulet’s house.
Shewastoogoodforme:but,asIsaid,
OnLammas-eveatnightshallshebefourteen;
Thatshallshe,marry;Irememberitwell.
’Tissincetheearthquakenowelevenyears;
Andshewaswean’d—Inevershallforgetit—
Ofallthedaysoftheyear,uponthatday:
ForIhadthenlaidwormwoodtomydug,
Sittinginthesununderthedove-housewall;
MylordandyouwerethenatMantua:—
Nay,Idobearabrain:—but,asIsaid,
Whenitdidtastethewormwoodonthenipple
Ofmydugandfeltitbitter,prettyfool,
Toseeittetchyandfalloutwiththedug!
Shakequoththedove-house:’twasnoneed,Itrow,
Tobidmetrudge:
Andsincethattimeitiselevenyears;
Forthenshecouldstandalone;nay,bytherood,
Shecouldhaverunandwaddledallabout;
Foreventhedaybefore,shebrokeherbrow:
Andthenmyhusband—Godbewithhissoul!
A’wasamerryman—tookupthechild:
‘Yea,’quothhe,‘dostthoufalluponthyface?
Thouwiltfallbackwardwhenthouhastmorewit;
Wiltthounot,Jule?’and,bymyholidame,
Theprettywretchleftcryingandsaid‘Ay.’