Nurse. Peter, stay at the gate. deal double with her, truly, it were an ill thing to be | Hast thou met with him? Send thy man away. offered to any gentlewoman, and very weak dealing. Rom. Nurse, commend me to thy lady and mistress. I protest unto thee, Nurse. Good heart! and, i' faith, I will tell her as much: Lord, lord, she will be a joyful woman. Rom. What wilt thou tell her, nurse? thou dost not mark me. Nurse. I will tell her, sir,-that you do protest; which, as I take it, is a gentlemanlike offer. Rom. Bid her devise some means to come to shrift And there she shall at friar Laurence' cell [Exit PETER. Jul. Now, good sweet nurse,-O lord! why look'st thou sad? Though news be sad, yet tell them merrily; Nurse. I am aweary, give me leave a while ;— Fye, how my bones ache! What a jaunt have I had! Jul. I would, thou hadst my bones, and I thy news: Nay, come, I pray thee, speak ;-good, good nurse, speak. Nurse. Jesu, What haste? can you not stay awhile? Jul. How art thou out of breath, when thou hast Nurse. This afternoon, sir? well, she shall be there. Rom. And stay, good nurse, behind the abbey-wall: Within this hour my man shall be with thee; And bring thee cords made like a tackled stair: Which to the high top-gallant of my joy Must be my convoy in the secret night. Nurse. Well, you have made a simple choice; you Farewell! Be trusty, and I'll quit thy pains. know not how to choose a man: Romeo! no, not Farewell!--Commend me to thy mistress. he; though his face be better than any man's, yet his Nurse. Now God in heaven bless thee!-Hark you, leg excels all men's; and for a hand, and a foot, and Rom. What say'st thou, my dear nurse? [sir. a body,-though they be not to be talked on, yet they Nurse. Is your man secret? Did you ne'er hear are past compare: He is not the flower of courtesy, Two may keep counsel, putting one away? [say--but, I'll warrant him, as gentle as a lamb.-Go thy Rom. I warrant thee, my man's as true as steel. ways, wench; serve God.-What, have you dined Nurse. Well, sir; my mistress is the sweetest lady at home? --Lord, lord!-when 'twas a little prating thing,O, 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, mocker! 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. : SCENE V.-Capulet's Garden. Jul. The clock struck nine,when I did send the nurse; But old folks, may feign as they were dead; Enter Nurse and PETER. O God, she comes !--O honey nurse, what news? Jul. 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 Jul. I'faith, I am sorry that thou art not well: Nurse. Your love says like an honest gentleman, Jul. Where is my mother?-why, she is within; Nurse. Nurse. Then hie you hence to friar Laurence' cell, SCENE VI.-Friar Laurence's Cell. Enter Friar LAURENCE and ROMEO. |