SCENE V CAPULET'S ORCHARD. Enter JULIET. JULIET. 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. Of this day's journey, and from nine till twelve But old folks, marry, fare as they were dead; Enter NURSE and PETER. O honey nurse, what news? Hast thou met with him? Send thy man away. NURSE. Peter, stay at the gate. JULIET. Exit Peter. Now, good sweet nurse, O Lord, why look'st thou sad? - Though news be sad, yet tell them merrily; If good, thou sham'st the music of sweet news NURSE. I am a-weary, give me leave awhile: Fie, how my bones ache! what a jaunt have I had! JULIET. I would thou hadst my bones, and I thy news. NURSE. Jesu, what haste! can you not stay awhile? Do you not see that I am out of breath? JULIET. How art thou out of breath, when thou hast breath The excuse that thou dost make in this delay Is longer than the tale thou dost excuse. 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 talk'd 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 din'd at home? JULIET. No, no; but all this did I know before. What says he of our marriage? what of that? NURSE. Lord, how my head aches! what a head have I! My back o' t' other side, - O, my back, my back! To catch my death with jaunting up and down! JULIET. 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, and a courteous, and a kind, and a handsome, and, I warrant, a virtuous, Where is your mother? JULIET. Where is my mother! why, she is within; Where should she be? How oddly thou repliest! "Your love says, like an honest gentleman, Where is your mother? Are you so hot? marry, come up, I trow; Romeo and Juliet. 74 Have you got leave to go to shrift to-day? I have. JULIET. NURSE. Then hie you hence to Friar Laurence' cell; in your cheeks, They'll be in scarlet straight at any news. JULIET. Hie to high fortune! Honest nurse, farewell. Exeunt. SCENE VI FRIAR LAURENCE'S CELL. Enter FRIAR LAURENCE and ROMEO. FRIAR LAURENCE. So smile the heavens upon this holy act, That after hours with sorrow chide us not! ROMEO. Amen, amen! but come what sorrow can FRIAR LAURENCE. These violent delights have violent ends And in their triumph die, like fire and powder, Which as they kiss consume the sweetest honey Is loathsome in his own deliciousness And in the taste confounds the appetite : Therefore love moderately; long love doth so; Too swift arrives as tardy as too slow. Enter JULIET. Here comes the lady : O, so light a foot JULIET. Good even to my ghostly confessor. FRIAR LAURENCE. Romeo shall thank thee, daughter, for us both. JULIET. As much to him, else is his thanks too much. |