Cup. Nurse, I am weary; will you carry me?
Nurse. I, so you'll dwell with me, and call me mother.
Cup. So you'll love me, I care not if I do.
Nurse. That I might live to see this boy a man! How prettily he laughs! Go, ye wag! [536] You'll be a twigger [537] when you come to age.—20 Say Dido what she will, I am not old; I'll be no more a widow; I am young; I'll have a husband, or else a lover.
Cup. A husband, and no teeth!
Nurse. O, what mean I to have such foolish thoughts? Foolish is love, a toy.—O sacred love! If there be any heaven in earth, 'tis love, Especially in women of your years.— Blush, blush for shame! why shouldst thou think of love? A grave, and not a lover, fits thy age.—30 A grave! why, I may live a hundred years; Fourscore is but a girl's age: love is sweet.— My veins are withered, and my sinews dry: Why do I think of love, now I should die?
Cup. Come, nurse.
Nurse. Well, if he come a-wooing, he shall speed: O, how unwise was I to say him nay! [Exeunt.