And since that time it is eleven years,
For then she could stand alone; nay, [by the rood],
She could have run and waddled all about.—
God [mark] thee to his grace!
Thou wast the prettiest babe that e'er I nurs'd;
An I might live [to see thee married once],
I have my wish.
Lady Capulet. Marry, that 'marry' is the very theme
I came to talk of.—Tell me, daughter Juliet,
How stands your disposition to be married?