God bestowed his grace on you, you were the prettiest baby I ever nursed. ![]() “You’ll fall backwards when you’re grown up, won’t you Julie?” And she stopped and said “Yep!” JulietĪnd you stop, too, please nurse, I mean it. “Well, did you fall on your face?” my husband said. A terrible knock and she was crying bitterly. To think she stopped crying and said, “Yep.”Īnd I swear she had a bump on her forehead the size of a rooster’s ball. “Won’t you little Julie?” said he and the pretty fool replied, “Yep.” Lady Capulet And then my husband - god rest his soul, he was a witty man - picked up the child.Īnd he said, “Oh, did you fall on your face? You’ll fall on your back when you’re grown up, won’t you little Julie?” And I swear by the Holy Mary that the pretty thing stopped crying and said “Yep.” You see how a joke starts! I guarantee, if I live to a thousand, I’ll never forget it. Just the day before she fell flat on her face and banged her forehead. She was starting to stand up I swear on Christ’s cross that she was running and wobbling around. “Shake” sounded the pigeon house, but no one needed to tell me to get the hell away from there. But as I was saying, when Juliet tasted the bitter wormwood on my nipple, she became irritated and had a falling out with my teat. You and my lord were in Mantua - what a memory I have. It was eleven years ago on the day of the earthquake - I’ll never forget that! I was weaning her nursing at my breast, and it just so happened that on that day I had put some bitter-tasting wormwood on my nipple so she would reject it, and I was sitting against that wall of the pigeon coop. But, as I said, on July 31, at night, she’ll be fourteen. Well, Susan is with God now, she was too good for me. She and my daughter Susan - God rest her soul - were the same age. I don’t care if they’re even days or odd days, but I know on the evening before the Harvest festival, she’ll be fourteen. How long till the August harvest festival? Lady Capulet ![]() I’ll bet fourteen of my teeth - alas for me, I’ve only got four left - that she’s not yet fourteen. ![]() You know my daughter’s becoming a lovely young woman. On second thought, you should hear this discussion. Nurse, leave us alone for a while, we need to talk in private.
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