Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Iuliet. How now, who calls?
Nur. Nur.
Nur. Your Mother.
Iuliet. Iuliet.
Iuliet. Madam I am heere, what is your will?
Wife. Wife.
Wife. This is the matter: Nurse giue me leaue awhile, we must The Tragedie of Romeo and Iuliet.
Wife. must talke in secret. Nurse come backe againe, I haue re
Wife. membred me, thou'se heare our counsell. Thou knowest
Wife. my daughter's of a prety age.
Wife. must
Wife. The Tragedie of Romeo and Iuliet.
Nurse. Nurse.
Nurse. Faith I can tell her age vnto an houre.
Wife. Shee's not fourteene.
Nurse. Ile lay fourteene of my teeth,
Nurse. And yet to my teene be it spoken,
Nurse. I haue but foure, shee's not fourteene.