Kirby and Kodi walking near by.

Kirby was still trying comfort him, “Tut, man, one fire burns out another's burning, One pain is lessen'd by another's anguish; Turn giddy, and be holp by backward turning.”

He looked seeing the servant but continued, “One desperate grief cures with another's languish: Take thou some new infection to thy eye, And the rank poison of the old will die.”

Kodi got half annoyed but still was depressed more then anything, “Your plaintain-leaf is excellent for that.”

Kirby was almost fid up with Kodi, “For what, I pray thee?”

Kodi raised his head to make eye contact “For your broken shin.”

Kirby didn’t move, “Why, Kodi, art thou mad?”

Kodi return to having his head down again, “Not mad, but bound more than a mad-man is; Shut up in prison, kept without my food, Whipp'd and tormented and--God-den.” Kodi noticed the servant. “Good fellow.”

The dog seemed happy to see them, “God gi' god-den. I pray, sir, can you read?” he asked with hope in his voice.

Kodi nodded his head, “Ay, mine own fortune in my misery.”

The dog slightly wagged his tail, “Perhaps you have learned it without book: but, I pray, can you read any thing you see?”

Kodi sighed, “Ay, if I know the letters and the language.”

The dog seemed overjoyed, “Ye say honestly: rest you merry!”

Kodi walked up to set next to him, “Stay, fellow, I can read.” He looked at the paper who ever wrote should write better. “'Signior Martino and his wife and daughters; County Anselme and his beauteous sisters; the lady widow of Vitravio; Signior Placentio and his lovely nieces; Mercutio and his brother Valentine; mine uncle Capulet, his wife and daughters; my fair niece Rosaline.” He paused, “Livia; Signior Valentio and his cousin Tybalt, Lucio and the lively Helena.' A fair assembly: whither should they come?” he asked.

The dog happily answered, “Up.”

Kodi shook his head, “Whither?”

The dog answered him again, “To supper; to our house.”

Kodi paused, “Whose house?”

The dog quickly answered again, “My masters.”

Kodi turned his head knowing that was the obvious, “Indeed, I should have ask'd you that before.”

The dog stood up and started to walk away he turned slightly as he went away, “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!”

Kirby slightly smiled at Kodi, “At this same ancient feast of Capulet's Sups the fair Rosaline whom thou so lovest, With all the admired beauties of Verona.”

He pointed out, “Go thither; and, with unattainted eye, Compare her face with some that I shall show,
And I will make thee think thy swan a crow.”

Kodi didn’t believe him and shook his head, “When the devout religion of mine eye Maintains such falsehood, then turn tears to fires; And these, who often drown'd could never die.”

He sighed, “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.”

Kirby to a breath, “Tut, you saw her fair, none else being by, Herself poised with herself in either eye:
But in that crystal scales let there be weigh'd.”

He added on, “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.”

Kodi sighed depressed, “I'll go along, no such sight to be shown, But to rejoice in splendor of mine own.”

At the Capulet’s house Hosanna went to find her daughter Dusty. She had been searching for her for a small bit. She went to check her room.

“Dipsy, where's my daughter? Call her forth to me.” Hosanna asked Dipsy.

Dipsy answered quickly, “Now, by my maidenhead, at twelve month old, I bade her come. What, lamb! What, ladybird! God forbid! Where's this girl? What, Dusty!”

Dusty walked into her room; from the balcony outside. “How now! Who calls?”

Dipsy answered her, “Your mother.”

Dusty didn’t really now her mother Dipsy had been more of her mother then her own mother was. “Madam, I am here. What is your will?”

Hosanna paused a bit before answering her, “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. Thou know'st my daughter's of a pretty age.” Hosanna truly didn’t know her daughter and always talked to her formally.

Dipsy was always a bit excited, “Faith, I can tell her age unto an hour.”

Hosanna paused, “She's not fourteen?”

Dipsy almost answered before she finished, “I'll lay fourteen of my teeth, and yet, to my teeth be it spoken, I have but four She is not fourteen. How long is it now To Lammas-tide?”

Hosanna was annoyed with Dipsy, “A fortnight and odd days.”

Dipsy moved next to Dusty, “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.”

She looked at Hosanna with a smile, “'Tis since the earthquake now eleven months; 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.”

She added on as more went into her head, “My lord and you were then at Anchorage: 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!”

Hosanna twitched her brow as Dipsy went on, “Shake quoth the dove-house: 'twas no need, I trow,
To bid me trudge: And since that time it is eleven months; For then she could stand alone; nay, by the rood, She could have run and waddled all about.”

She made face but before anyone could speak she continued, “For even the day before, she broke her brow: And then my husband God be with his soul!
A' was a merry male took up the child: 'Yea,' quoth he, 'dost thou fall upon thy face?”

She moved up to Hosanna as still rampaged on remembering things, “Thou 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!”

She stopped in front Hosanna, “I warrant, an I should live a thousand years, I never should forget it: 'Wilt thou not, Jule?' quoth he; and, pretty fool, it stinted and said 'Ay.'” She finished with a smile.

Hosanna spoke quickly so she couldn’t start up again, “Enough of this; I pray thee, hold thy peace.”

Dipsy happily nodded her head, “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? Thou wilt fall backward when thou comest to age; Wilt thou not, Jule?' it stinted and said 'Ay.'”

Dusty even became tired of the Dipsy rampage, “And stint thou too, I pray thee, nurse, say I.”

She turned to her, “Peace, I have done. God mark thee to his grace! Thou wast the prettiest babe that e'er I nursed: An I might live to see thee married once, I have my wish.”

Hosanna sighed with ‘finally’ in it, “Marry, that 'marry' is the very theme I came to talk of. Tell me, daughter Dusty, How stands your disposition to be married?”

Dusty wasn’t really thrilled, “It is an honor that I dream not of.”

Dipsy started talking before the other two, “An honor! were not I thine only nurse, I would say thou hadst suck'd wisdom from thy teat.”

Hosanna looked at the Dipsy for the fairly rude comment but continued, “Well, think of marriage now; younger than you, Here in Nome, ladies of esteem,
are made already mothers: by my count, I was your mother much upon these months That you are now a maid. Thus then in brief: The valiant Niju seeks you for his love.”

Dipsy had heard and seen him before, “A man, young lady! lady, such a man As all the world-why, he's a male of wax.”

Hosanna agreed with Dipsy on that, “Nome's summer hath not such a flower.”

Dipsy added in with a smile, “Nay, he's a flower; in faith, a very flower.”

Hosanna walked a bit closer to her daughter, “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.”

She could still see her daughter’s expression haddn’t changed, “And see how one another lends content and what obscured 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.”

Dusty cocked her head slightly as she continued, “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.”

She paused before finishing, “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.”

Dipsy added in before Dusty could talk, “No less! nay, bigger; females grow by males.”

Hosanna closed her eyes at the vulgar comment, “Speak briefly, can you like of Niju's love?”

Dusty answered her mother she took under consideration, “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.”

Dusty turned seeing a dog walk in the room it was a servant. The servant went to her mother, “Madam, the guests are come, supper served up, you called, my young lady asked for, the nurse cursed in the pantry, and every thing in extremity. I must hence to wait; I beseech you, follow straight.”

Hosanna nodded her head, “We follow thee.” She turned to her daughter, “Dusty, the county stays.”

Dipsy followed Hosanna but turned to Dusty before leaving, “Go, girl, seek