Lady Capulet: Nurse, where’s my daughter? Call her forth to me.

Nurse: Now by my maidenhead at twelve year old,

I bade her come. What, lamb! What, ladybird!

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 a while,

We must talk in secret. Nurse, come back again,

I have rememb’red 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’s not fourteen. How long is it now

To Lammas-tide?

Lady Capulet: A fortnight and odd days.

Nurse: Even or odd,