For even the day before, she broke her brow,
And then my husband—God be with his soul,
He was a merry man—took up the child.
"Yea," quoth he, "Dost thou fall upon thy face?
Thou wilt fall backward when thou hast more wit,
Wilt thou not, Jule?" And by my holy-dame,
The pretty wretch left crying and said "Ay."
Help me translate this stuff and what Nurse is saying.
(1.3.42-48)