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And there she shall at friar Laurence' cell
Nurse. No, truly, sir; not a penny.
Rom. And stay, good nurse, behind the abbey-wall:
sir. Rom. What say'st thou, my dear nurse?
Nurse. Is your man secret? Did you ne'er hear sayTwo may keep counsel, putting one away?
Rom. I warrant thee; my man's as true as steel.
Nurse. Well, sir; my mistress is the sweetest ladyLord, lord !—when 'twas a little prating thing,–0,there's a nobleman in town, one Paris, that would fain lay knife aboard; but she, good soul, had as lieve see a toad, a very toad, as see him. I anger her sometimes, and tell her that Paris is the properer man; but, I'll warrant you, when I say so, she looks as pale as any clout in the varsal world. Doth not rosemary and Romeo begin both with a letter?
Rom. Ay, nurse; what of that? both with an R.
Nurse. Ah, inocker ! that's the dog's name. R. is for the dog. No; I know it begins with some other letter: and she hath the prettiest sententious of it, of you and rosemary, that it would do you good to hear it. Rom. Commend me to thy lady.
[Exit. Nurse. Ay, a thousand times.—Peter ! Pet. Anon? Nurse. Peter, Take my fan, and go before. [Exeunt.
SCENE V.-Capulet's Garden.
Enter Juliet. Jul. The clock struck nine, when I did send the nurse; In half an hour she promis'd to return. Perchance, she cannot meet him :-that's not so.-O, she is lame ! love's heralds should be thoughts, Which ten times faster glide than the sun's beams, Driving back shadows over lowring hills : Therefore do nimble-pinion'd doves draw love, And therefore hath the wind-swift Cupid wings. Now is the sun upon the highmost hill Of this day's journey; and from nine till twelve Is three long hours,—yet she is not come. Had she affections, and warm youthful blood, She'd be as swift in motion as a ball ; My words would bandy her to my sweet love, And his to me: But old folks, many feign as they were dead; Unwieldy, slow, heavy and pale as lead.
Enter Nurse and Peter.
Nurse. Peter, stay at the gate. [Exit Peter
Jul. Now, good sweet nurse,–0 lord ! why look'st
Nurse. I am aweary, give me leave awhile;
Jul. I would, thou hadst my bones, and I thy news: Nay, come, I pray thee, speak ;-good, good nurse,
Nurse. Well, you have made a simple choice; you know not how to choose a man: Romeo! no, not he; though his face be better than any man's, yet his leg excels all men's; and for a hand, and a foot, and a body,-though they be not to be talked on, yet they are past compare: He is not the flower of courtesy,—but, I'll warrant him, as gentle as a lamb.--Go thy ways, wench; serve God.—What, have you dined at home?
Jul. No, no: But all this did I know before; What says he of our marriage? what of that?
Nurse. Lord, how my head akes ! what a head have I! It beats as it would fall in twenty pieces.
My back o' t’other side,-0, my back, my back !
Jul. I'faith, I am sorry, that thou art not well: Sweet, sweet, sweet nurse, tell me, what says my love?
Nurse. Your love says like an honest gentleman,
Jul. Where is my mother ?—why, she is within ;
Nurse. 0, God's lady dear!
Jul. Here's such a coil ;--Come, what says Romeo ?
Nurse. Then hie you hence to friar Laurence' cell, There stays a husband to make you a wife: Now comes the wanton blood up in your cheeks, They'll be in scarlet straight at any news. Hie you to church; I must another way, To fetch a ladder, by the which your love Must climb a bird's nest soon, when it is dark : I am the drudge, and toil in your delight; But you shall bear the burden soon at night. Go, I'll to dinner; hie you to the cell. Jul. Hie to high fortune!--honest nurse, farewell.
SCENE VI.-Friar Laurence's Cell.
Enter Friar LAURENCE and Romeo. Fri. So smile the heavens upon this holy act, That after-hours with sorrow chide us not!
Rom. Amen, amen! but come what sorrow can,,
Fri. These violent delights have violent ends,
Jul. Good even to my ghostly confessor.
Rom. Ah, Juliet, if the measure of thy joy