Romeo and Juliet A Love Story by William Shakespeare 3
Romeo and Juliet a love story back to page 2 a
Romeo and Juliet having a cuddly
Romeo and Juliet A Love Story by William Shakespeare
Romeo and Juliet kissing
Romeo and Juliet a love story page 4 a
Romeo and Juliet
Click image.
Home Page Femme Classic Art Romantic poetry womens love poems with historic paintings for girls  

Whither romancing?

To supper; to our house.

Whose house?

My master's.

Indeed I should have ask'd you that before.

Now I'll tell you without asking: my master is the great
rich Capulet; and if you be not of the house of Montagues,
I pray, come and crush a cup of wine. Rest you merry!


At this same ancient feast of Capulet's
Sups the fair Rosaline whom thou so lov'st;
With all the admired beauties of Verona.
Go thither romancing; and, with unattainted eye,
Compare her face with some that I shall show,
And I will make thee think thy swan a crow.

When the devout religion of mine eye
Maintains such falsehood, then turn tears to fires;
And these, who, often drown'd, could never die,
Transparent heretics, be burnt for liars!
One fairer than my love? the all seeing sun
Ne'er saw her match since first the world begun.

Tut, you saw her fair, none else being by,
Herself pois'd with herself in either eye:
But in that crystal scales let there be weigh'd
Your lady's love against some other maid
That I will show you shining at this feast,
And she shall scant show well that now shows best.
I'll go along, no such sight to be shown,
But to rejoice in splendour of my own.


Continued below.......

Home Page Femme Classic Art Love poems romantic poetry for ladies with historic paintings for females
Femme Classic Art   Femme Classic Art
Romantic Stories 1a    
Romantic Stories 2a
Love Stories  
Love Stories
Artist   Subject
Anders Zorn
Classical Nude Art & Erotica
Francois Boucher
Guillaume Seignac
Sexy Classic Female Nude Art
Gustave Corbet
Classic Nude Art & Erotica
Herbert Draper
Erotic Nymphs
J W Godward
Sexy Nymphs
Amorous Venus
J W Waterhouse
Jules Joseph Lefebvre
Erotic Venus
Lawrence Alma Tadema
Seductive Venus
Luis Ricardo Falero
Sexy Venus
Pierre Auguste Renoir
Romantic Love Poems
William Adolphe Bouguereau
Romantic Stories For Women
Juliet and Her Nurse Romeo and Juliet A Love Story by William Shakespeare
Love Poems for lovers of beautiful love poetry
Venus the Love Goddess index pleasures desires lust horny libidinous sexually aroused concupiscent lustful desiring lascivious passionate woman girl female bisexual
Venus the Goddess of Love Contents
Love Poems Contents
Juliet and Her Nurse - An Unknown painter


Scene III. Room in Capulet's House.

(Enter Lady Capulet, and Nurse.)

Lady Capulet.
Nurse, where's my daughter? call her forth to me.

Now, by my maidenhea, at twelve year old,
I bade her come. What, lamb! what ladybird!
God forbid! where's this girl? what, Juliet!

(Enter Juliet.)

How now, who calls?

Your mother.

Madam, I am here. What is your will?

Lady Capulet.
This is the matter, Nurse, give leave awhile,
We must talk in secret: nurse, come back again;
I have remember'd me, thou's hear our counsel.
You knowest my daughter's of a pretty age.

Faith, I can tell her age unto an hour.

Lady Capulet.
She's not fourteen.

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
To Lammas tide?

Lady Capulet.
A fortnight and odd days.

Even or odd, of all days in the year,
Come Lammas eve at night shall she be fourteen.
Susan and she, God rest all Christian souls!
Were of an age: well, Susan is with God;
She was too good for me: but, as I said,
On Lammas 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 wean'd, I never shall forget it ,
Of all the days of the year, upon that day:


For I had then laid wormwood to my dug,
Sitting in the sun under the dove house wall;
My lord and you were then at Mantua:
Nay, I do bear a brain: but, as I said,
When it did taste the wormwood on the nipple
Of my dug and felt it bitter, pretty fool,
To see it tetchy, and fall out with the dug!
Shake, quoth the dove house: 'twas no need, I trow,
To bid me trudge.
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;
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?
You wilt fall backward when thou hast more wit;
Wilt thou not, Jule?' and, by my holidame,
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 yeas,
I never should forget it; 'Wilt thou not, Jule?' quoth he;
And, pretty fool, it stinted, and said 'Ay.'

Lady Capulet.
Enough of this; I pray thee hold thy peace.

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 parlous knock; and it cried bitterly.
'Yea,' quoth my husband, 'fall'st upon thy face?
You wilt fall backward when thou com'st to age;
Wilt thou not, Jule?' it stinted, and said 'Ay.'

And stint thou too, I pray thee, nurse, say I.

Peace, I have done. God mark thee to his grace!
You 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?

It is an honour that I dream not of.

    Continued below.......    
Liegende-John William Godward
This painting has been cropped for full size click through.
Liegende painted by J W Godward
The Best Romantic Sex Toys for Women Poetry love poems with vintage paintings and classic art
Love making position by the artist Alberto Vargas His painting shows a great sex positiond
In the Mood Intimates Sexy lingerie for the sensuous woman Love poems and romantic poetry
Lovehoney For a women's sexuality
In the Mood Intimates
The sexual happiness people
Lingerie for the sexy woman
Alberto Vargas - A love making position more comfortable for women than doggy style
Vaginal position.
Don't forget your lube. It helps with better love making.

An honour! were not I thine only nurse,
I would say thou hadst suck'd wisdom from thy teat.

Lady Capulet.
Well, think of marriage now: younger than you,
Here in Verona, ladies of esteem,
Are made already mothers: by my count
I was your mother much upon these years
That you are now a maid. Thus, then, in brief;
The valiant Paris seeks you for his love.

A man, young lady! lady, such a man
As all the world why he's a man of wax.

Lady Capulet.
Verona's summer hath not such a flower.

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

Lady Capulet.
What say you? can you love the gentleman?
This night you shall behold him at our feast;
Read o'er the volume of young Paris' face,
And find delight writ there with beauty's pen;
Examine every married lineament,
And see how one another lends content;
And what obscur'd in this fair volume lies
Find written in the margent of his 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:
That book in many's eyes doth share the glory,
That in gold clasps locks in the golden story;
So shall you share all that he doth possess,
By having him, making yourself no less.

No less! nay, bigger; women grow by men

Lady Capulet.
Speak briefly, can you like of Paris' love?

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 a Servant.)

Madam, the guests are come, supper served up, you
called, my young lady asked for, the nurse cursed
in the pantry, and everything in extremity. I must
hence to wait; I beseech you, follow straight.

Lady Capulet.
We follow thee. (Exit Servant.)
Juliet, the county stays.

Go, girl, seek happy nights to happy days.



Scene IV. A Street.

(Enter Romeo, Mercutio, Benvolio, with five or six Maskers;
Torch bearers, and others.)

What, shall this speech be spoke for our excuse?
Or shall we on without apology?

The date is out of such prolixity:
We'll have no Cupid hoodwink'd with a scarf,
Bearing a Tartar's painted bow of lath,
Scaring the ladies like a crow keeper;
Nor no without book prologue, faintly spoke
After the prompter, for our entrance:
But, let them measure us by what they will,
We'll measure them a measure, and be gone.

Give me a torch, I am not for this ambling;
Being but heavy, I will bear the light.

Nay, gentle Romeo, we must have you dance.

Not I, believe me: you have dancing shoes,
With nimble soles; I have a soul of lead
So stakes me to the ground I cannot move.

You are a lover; borrow Cupid's wings,
And soar with them above a common bound.

I am too sore enpierced with his shaft
To soar with his light feathers; and so bound,
I cannot bound a pitch above dull woe:
Under love's heavy burden do I sink.

And, to sink in it, should you burden love;
Too great oppression for a tender thing.

Is love a tender thing? it is too rough,
Too rude, too boisterous; and it pricks like thorn.

If love be rough with you, be rough with love;
Prick love for pricking, and you beat love down.
Give me a case to put my visage in: (Putting on a mask.)
A visard for a visard! what care I
What curious eye doth quote deformities?
Here are the beetle brows shall b for me.

Come, knock and enter; and no sooner in
But every man betake him to his legs.

A torch for me: let wantons, light of heart,
Tickle the senseless rushes with their heels;
For I am proverb'd with a grandsire phrase,
I'll be a candle holder and look on,
The game was ne'er so fair, and I am done.

Tut, dun's the mouse, the constable's own word:
If thou art dun, we'll draw thee from the mire
Of this sir reverence love, wherein thou stick'st
Up to the ears. Come, we burn daylight, ho.

Nay, that's not so.

I mean, sir, in delay
We waste our lights in vain, like lamps by day.
Take our good meaning, for our judgment sits
Five times in that ere once in our five wits.

And we mean well, in going to this mask;
But 'tis no wit to go.

Why, may one ask?

I dreamt a dream to night.

And so did I.

Well, what was yours?

That dreamers often lie.

In bed asleep, while they do dream things true.

    continued below....    
Girl in Yellow Drappery a painting by John William Godward
A Nymph gives males and females their ultimate pleasures and desires
Paintings of Nymphs Love goddesses or sex goddesses
Nymphs contents
Nymphs contents
Girl in Yellow Drappery a painting by J W Godward
Cropped version. For full size click through twice.
Satisfy your womanly desires and pleasures with sexy lingerie Love Poems Romantic Poetry and Vintage Paintings
Scaleteen Sex Education tips and advice for the real world All about sexual desires and pleasures for teenagers Love Poems Romantic Poetry on Historic Paintings Classic Art
Clitical Female Masturbation womens girls  ladies self pleasure Reasons And Ways To Masturbate Best Women’s Erotica how many times a week do you masturbate advice information consultation encouragement guidance help information input instructions lessons news opinions suggestions tips views  directions dissuasions teachings education
Libida Sex Toys
Edens Fantasys To turbocharge your love life
Electrique Boutique
Clitical - Masturbation
Eden's Fantasys
Electrify your love life
Sex Education
For your happiness & better love making.
Sex toys - To boost your love making!
Costumes & lingerie.

O, then, I see Queen Mab hath been with you.
She is the fairies' midwife; and she comes
In shape no bigger than an agate stone
On the fore finger of an alderman,
Drawn with a team of little atomies
Athwart men's noses as they lie asleep:
Her waggon spokes made of long spinners' legs;
The cover, of the wings of grasshoppers;
The traces, of the smallest spider's web;
The collars, of the moonshine's watery beams;

Her whip, of cricket's bone; the lash, of film;
Her waggoner, a small grey coated gnat,
Not half so big as a round little worm
Prick'd from the lazy finger of a maid:
Her chariot is an empty hazel nut,
Made by the joiner squirrel or old grub,
Time out o' mind the fairies' coachmakers.
And in this state she gallops night by night
Through lovers' brains, and then they dream of love;
O'er courtiers' knees, that dream on court'sies straight;
O'er lawyers' fingers, who straight dream on fees;
O'er ladies' lips, who straight on kisses dream,
Which oft the angry Mab with blisters plagues,

Because their breaths with sweetmeats tainted are:
Sometime she gallops o'er a courtier's nose,
And then dreams he of smelling out a suit;
And sometime comes she with a tithe pig's tail,
Tickling a parson's nose as 'a lies asleep,
Then dreams he of another benefice:
Sometime she driveth o'er a soldier's neck,
And then dreams he of cutting foreign throats,
Of breaches, ambuscadoes, Spanish blades,
Of healths five fathom deep; and then anon

Drums in his ear, at which he starts and wakes;
And, being thus frighted, swears a prayer or two,
And sleeps again. This is that very Mab
That plats the manes of horses in the night;
And bakes the elf locks in foul sluttish hairs,
Which, once untangled, much misfortune bodes:
This is the hag, when maids lie on their backs,
That presses them, and learns them first to bear,
Making them women of good carriage:
This is she,

Peace, peace, Mercutio, peace,
You talk'st of nothing.

True, I talk of dreams,
Which are the children of an idle brain,
Begot of nothing but vain fantasy;
Which is as thin of substance as the air,
And more inconstant than the wind, who wooes
Even now the frozen bosom of the north,
And, being anger'd, puffs away from thence,
Turning his face to the dew dropping south.

This wind you talk of blows us from ourselves:
Supper is done, and we shall come too late.

I fear, too early: for my mind misgives
Some consequence, yet hanging in the stars,
Shall bitterly begin his fearful date
With this night's revels; and expire the term
Of a despised life, clos'd in my breast,
By some vile forfeit of untimely death:
But He that hath the steerage of my course
Direct my sail! On, lusty gentlemen!

Strike, drum.


Wicked Temptations give him a night he wont forget Love Poems Romantic Poetry and Vintage Paintings in Classic Art
The Portal of Eros Helen Musgrave's Hidden Treasures of fantasy sex stories and voyeurism and even add a bit of humor with erotica and bisexuality Love Poems Romantic Poetry on Historic Paintings Classic Art
Adams pelvic dysfunction sexual women romantic sex erotic girl female lady educational Vivian's way loving Sensuality therapists educators sexologists Can Save the world sexuality Love Poems Romantic Poetry on Historic Paintings Classic Art
Cliterati Erotic stories for hot women
Playgirl Eye Candy for women
Wicked Temptations
The Portal of Eros
Sex Can Save the World!
Playgirl - Sexy men
For naughty girls pleasures
Hidden Treasures
Vivian's Way
Sex stories for women
Eye Candy for women
of Helen Musgrave

Scene V. A Hall in Capulet's House.

(Musicians waiting. Enter Servants.)

1 Servant.
Where's Potpan, that he helps not to take away?
he shift a trencher! he scrape a trencher!

2 Servant.
When good manners shall lie all in one or two men's
hands, and they unwash'd too, 'tis a foul thing.

1 Servant.
Away with the join stools, remove the court cupboard, look
to the plate: good thou, save me a piece of marchpane; and as
thou loves me, let the porter let in Susan Grindstone and Nell.
Antony! and Potpan!

2 Servant.
Ay, boy, ready.

1 Servant.
You are looked for and called for, asked for
and sought for in the great chamber.

2 Servant.
We cannot be here and there too. Cheerly, boys;
be brisk awhile, and the longer liver take all.

(They retire behind.)

(Enter Capulet, &c. with the Guests the Maskers.)

Welcome, gentlemen! ladies that have their toes
Unplagu'd with corns will have a bout with you.
Ah ha, my mistresses! which of you all
Will now deny to dance? she that makes flirtatious dainty, she,
I'll swear hath corns; am I come near you now?
Welcome, gentlemen! I have seen the day

That I have worn a visard; and could tell
A whispering tale in a fair lady's ear,
Such as would please; 'tis gone, 'tis gone, 'tis gone:
You are welcome, gentlemen! Come, musicians, play.
A hall a hall! give room! and foot it, girls.
(Music plays, and they dance.)
More light, you knaves; and turn the tables up,
And quench the fire, the room is grown too hot.
Ah, sirrah, this unlook'd for sport comes well.
Nay, sit, nay, sit, good cousin Capulet;
For you and I are past our dancing days;
How long is't now since last yourself and I
Were in a mask?

2 Capulet.
By'r Lady, thirty years.

What, man! 'tis not so much, 'tis not so much:
'Tis since the nuptial of Lucentio,
Come Pentecost as quickly as it will,
Some five and twenty years; and then we mask'd.

2 Capulet.
'Tis more, 'tis more: his son is elder, sir;
His son is thirty.

Will you tell me that?
His son was but a ward two years ago.

What lady is that, which doth enrich the hand
Of yonder knight?

I know not, sir.

    continued below....    
Sex Toys for Women Love Poems Romantic Poetry on Historic Paintings Classic Art
Clean Sheets Erotica for Women Romantic Poetry Love Poems and Vintage Paintings in Classic Art
Tatiana von Tauber Photography and Paintings in Pastels oil acrylic mixed with sexy media
The Erotic Woman Love Poems Romantic Poetry and Vintage Paintings in Classic Art1
Satins sheets for sensuous lovemaking Romantic Poetry Love Poems and Vintage Paintings in Classic Art
Clean Sheets
Tatiana von Tauber
The Erotic Woman
Between the Sheets
Pleasure NEVER goes out of style!
Erotic stories act as an aphrodisiac
Sexy photo's and erotic art
Erotica for better love making.
Silk & Satin Sheets
The Little Shepherdess Herbert James Draper Classic Art 3
Romantic Stories 11
Romantic Stories 12
Love Stories
Love Stories
Femme Classic Art Cute paintings of girls and women from a vintage period in our history From ladies posing nude walking through the bush to posing naked in front of a fire you can find charming artwork of many a famous painter from the past that you’ll love
Home Page Femme Classic Art Romantic poetry womens love poems with historic paintings for girls
Femme Classic Art
Femme Classic Art
Romeo and Juliet a love story page 4 b
Romeo and Juliet a love story back to page 2 b
The Little Shepherdess Herbert Draper
sitemap 2
Terms and Conditions | Privacy Policy | Cookie Policy | Contact info.
© Chris Burgess 156 11/1/2011 2012 2013 2014 2015 2016 2017
Romeo and Juliet A Love Story by William Shakespeare Femme Classic Art