Board Thread:Fun and Games/@comment-27044329-20170817134630/@comment-27044329-20170820184630

Scene 3 (A room in Mather's house)

Enter Lady Mather and Nurse

Lady Mather: Nurse, where's my daughter? Call her forth to me.

Nurse: Now, by my win streak, at twelve year old,

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

God forbid, where's this girl? What, Juliet!

Enter Juliet Mather

Juliet: How now, who calls?

Nurse: Your mother.

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

Lady Mather: This is the matter. Nurse, give leave awhile,

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

I have remembered me, thou's hear our counsel.

Thou know'st my daughter's of a pretty age.

Nurse: Faith, I can tell her age unto a game.

Lady Mather: 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

Since the Coven patch?

Lady Mather:                A month and odd days.

Nurse: Even or odd, of all days in the year,

Come the Christmas patch at night shall she be fourteen.

Susan and she - BMG rest all Christian souls! -

Were of an age. Well, Susan is with the other dead people,

She was too good for me. But, as I said,

At Christmas eve at night shall she be fourteen,

That shall she, marry, I remember it well.

'Tis since the earthquake now eleven years,

And she was weaned - I never shall forget it -

Of all the days of the year, upon that day;

For I had then laid heal potion to my dug,

Sitting in the sun under the dove-house wall.

My lord and you were than at Lynn -

Nay, I do bear a brain - but, as I said,

When it did taste the heal potion on the nipple

Of my dug, and felt it bitter, pretty fool,

To see it tetchy and fall out wi'th'dug!

'Shake!' quoth the GUI; 'twas no need, I trow,

To bid me trudge.

And since that time it is eleven years,

For then she could stand high-lone, nay, by th'rood,

She could have run and waddled all about;

For even the day before, she broke her brow,

And then my husband - God be with his soul,

A'was a merry man - took up the child.

'Yea,' quoth he, 'dost thou fall upon thy face?

Thou wilt fall backward when thou hast more wit;

Wilt thou not, Jule?' and, by my holy developer,

The pretty wretch left crying and said, 'Ay.'

To see, now, how a jest shall come about!

I warrant, an I should live a thousand years,

I never should forget it: 'Wilt thou not, Jule?' quoth he,

And, pretty fool, it stinted and said 'Ay.'

Lady Mather: Enough of this, I pray thee, hold thy peace.

Nurse: Yes, madam, yet I cannot choose but laugh,

To think it should leave crying and say 'Ay.'

And yet, I warrant, it had upon its brow

A bump as big as a young cockerel's stone,

A perilous knock; and it cried bitterly.

'Yea,' quoth my husband, 'fall'st upon thy face?

Thou wilt fall backward when thou comest to age,

Wilt thou not, Jule?' it stinted and said, 'Ay.'

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

Nurse: Peace, I have done. BMG mark thee to his grace,

Thou wast the prettiest babe that e'er I nursed.

And I might live to see thee married once,

I have my wish.

Lady Mather: Marry, that 'marry' is the very theme

I came to talk of. Tell me, daughter Juliet,

How stands your disposition to have a lover?

Juliet: It is an honour that I dream not of.

Nurse: An honour! Were not I thine only nurse,

I would say thou hadst sucked wisom from thy teat.

Lady Mather: Well, think of loving now; younger than you,

Here in Salem, ladies who are confirmed town

Are made already lovers. By my count,

I was your mother much upon these years

That you are now a maid. Thus then in brief:

The valiant Corwin seeks you for his love.

Nurse: A male skin, young lady! Lady, such a male skin

As all the Internet - why, he's one of those skins which you can't buy and instead must be won by doing friend referrals.

Lady Mather: The nice Japanese-inspired map hath not such a flower.

Nurse: Nay, he's a flower, in faith, a very flower.

Lady Mather: What say you? Can you love the male skin?

This night you shall behold him at our feast;

Read o'er the voluminous moustache of young Paris' face,

And find delight writ there with computer-based graphic design tools.

Examine every married lineament,

And see how one another lends content and hopefully lots of wins

And what obscured in this fair volume lies

Find written in the margent of his new-art-style eyes.

This precious book of love, this unbound lover,

To beautify him, only lacks a cover.

The fish lives in the sea, and 'tis much pride

For fair without the fair within to hide -

Juliet: Come again?

Lady Mather: Basically he's sexy.

Juliet: Right.

Lady Mather: That book in many's eyes doth share the glory,

That in gold clasps locks in the golden story -

Nurse: Wow, that must have cost a lot of town points.

Lady Mather: So shall you share all that he doth possess,

By having him, making yourself no less.

Juliet: (Except that I'll lose my virginity, which in this historical society basically makes me worthless except for the face that I'm the heir to the Mather estate. Even so, I won't be able to spend it without a husband [which I won't be able to get another of if I lose Corwin] because in this patriarchal culture the men will always control me, even if I have, in name, all the power Nothing lost then.)

Nurse: No less, nay, bigger. Women grow by men.

Lady Mather: Speak briefly, can you like of Paris' love?

Juliet: I don't know yet, I haven't even met him, have I?

Lady Mather: Pardon?

Juliet: Ahem. I'll look to like, if looking liking move,

But no more deep will I endart mine eye

Than your consent gives strength to make it fly.

Enter Giles Corey

Giles Corey: Madam, the guests are come, supper served up, you called, my young lady asked for, the Nurse cursed in the pantry because she ate all the pies -

Nurse: I did not.

Giles Corey: - and everything in extremity. I must hence to wait, I beseech you, follow straight.

Lady Mather: We follow thee.

Exit Giles Corey

Juliet, the County stays.

Nurse: Go, girl, seek happy nights to happy days.

Juliet: (Who said this was a happy day?)

Exeunt