Romeo and Juliet
Act 2, Scene 5
- Enter Juliet.
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- The clock struck nine when I did send the nurse;
- In half an hour she promised 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 glides than the sun’s beams,
- Driving back shadows over low’ring 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 would 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.
- O God, she comes! O honey nurse, what news?
- Hast thou met with him? Send thy man away.
- Peter, stay at the gate.
- Exit Peter.
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- Now, good sweet nurse—O Lord, why lookest thou sad?
- Though news be sad, yet tell them merrily;
- If good, thou shamest the music of sweet news
- By playing it to me with so sour a face.
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- I am a-weary, give me leave a while.
- Fie, how my bones ache! What a jaunce have I!
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- I would thou hadst my bones, and I thy news.
- Nay, come, I pray thee speak, good, good nurse, speak.
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- Jesu, what haste! Can you not stay a while?
- Do you not see that I am out of breath?
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- How art thou out of breath, when thou hast breath
- To say to me that thou art out of breath?
- The excuse that thou dost make in this delay
- Is longer than the tale thou dost excuse.
- 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?
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- 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?
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- No, no! But all this did I know before.
- What says he of our marriage? What of that?
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- Lord, how my head aches! What a head have I!
- It beats as it would fall in twenty pieces.
- My back a’ t’ other side—ah, my back, my back!
- Beshrew your heart for sending me about
- To catch my death with jauncing up and down!
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- I’ faith, I am sorry that thou art not well.
- Sweet, sweet, sweet nurse, tell me, what says my love?
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- Your love says, like an honest gentleman,
- An’ a courteous, and a kind, and a handsome,
- And, I warrant, a virtuous—Where is your mother?
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- 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?’”
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- O God’s lady dear!
- Are you so hot? Marry, come up, I trow;
- Is this the poultice for my aching bones?
- Henceforward do your messages yourself.
- Here’s such a coil! Come, what says Romeo?
- Have you got leave to go to shrift today?
- 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,
- 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.
- Hie to high fortune! Honest nurse, farewell.