Nurse. Madam, your mother craves a word with you.
Romeo. [What] is her mother?
Nurse. Marry, bachelor,
Her mother is the lady of the house,
And a good lady, and a wise and virtuous.
I nurs'd her daughter that you talk'd withal;
I tell you, he that can lay hold of her
Romeo. Is she a Capulet?
O dear account! [my life] is my foe's debt.