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SCENE V.
Capulet's House.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—
Oh she is lame: love's heralds should be thoughts,
Which ten times faster glide than the sun-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—and 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.
Enter Nurse.
In half an hour she promis'd to return.
Perchance she cannot meet him—That's not so—
Oh she is lame: love's heralds should be thoughts,
Which ten times faster glide than the sun-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—and yet she is not come;
Had she affections, and warm youthful blood,
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My words would bandy her to my sweet love,
And his to me.
O Heav'n! she comes. What news?
Hast thou met with him? send thy man away.
Hast thou met with him? send thy man away.
Nurse.
Peter, stay at the gate.
[Exit Peter.
Jul.
How now, sweet Nurse:
O Lord, why look'st thou sad?
Nurse.
I am a weary, let me rest a while;
Fy, how my bones ake, what a jaunt have I had?
Jul.
Nay, come, I pray thee speak—Good nurse, speak.
Is thy news good or bad? answer to that.
Say either, and I'll stay the circumstance:
Let me be satisfied, is't good or bad?
Nurse.
Well, you have made a simple choice; you
know not how to choose a man: 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—O my back, my back:
Beshrew your heart, for sending me about,
To catch my death with jaunting up and down.
Jul.
I'faith I'm sorry that thou art so ill.
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?
Jul.
Where is my mother? why she is within,
Where should she be? how odly thou reply'st!
Your love says like an honest gentleman:
Where is your mother—
Nurse.
O our lady dear,
Are you so hot? marry come up! I trow.
Is this the pultice for my aking bones?
Hence-forward do your messages yourself.
Jul.
Here's such a coil; come, what says Romeo?
Nurse.
Have you got leave to go to shrist to-day?
Jul.
I have.
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Then hie you hence to friar Lawrence' cell,
There stays a husband to make you a wife.
Now comes the wanton blood up in your cheeks—
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, farewel.
[Exeunt.
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