Nurse, where's my daughter? Call her forth to me.
Now by my maidenhead at twelve year old,
I bade her come. What, lamb! What, ladybird!
God forbid, where's this girl? What, Juliet!
How now, who calls?
Madam, I am here. What is your will?
This is the matter. - Nurse, give leave awhile,
We must talk in secret. Nurse, come back again.
I have remembered me, thou's hear our counsel.
Thou knowest my daughter's of a pretty age.