Romeo and Juliet (Folio 1, 1623)
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Enter Iuliet.
1315Which ten times faster glides then the Sunnes beames,
¶Driuing backe shadowes ouer lowring hils.
¶Therefore do nimble Pinion'd Doues draw Loue,
¶And therefore hath the wind-swift Cupid wings:
¶Now is the Sun vpon the highmost hill
1320Of this daies iourney, and from nine till twelue,
¶I three long houres, yet she is not come.
¶Had she affections and warme youthfull blood,
¶She would be as swift in motion as a ball,
¶My words would bandy her to my sweete Loue,
1325And his to me, but old folkes,
¶Many faine as they were dead,
¶Vnwieldie, slow, heauy, and pale as lead.
¶
Enter Nurse.
¶Though newes, be sad, yet tell them merrily.
¶Nur. I am a weary, giue me leaue awhile,
¶Fie how my bones ake, what a iaunt haue I had?
¶Do you not see that I am out of breath?
¶To say to me, that thou art out of breath?
¶Is thy newes good or bad? answere to that,
¶not how to chuse a man: Romeo, no not he though his face
¶be better then any mans, yet his legs excels all mens, and
¶for a hand, and a foote, and a body, though they be not to
¶be talkt on, yet they are past compare: he is not the flower
1355of curtesie, but Ile warrant him as gentle a Lambe: go thy
¶waies wench, serue God. What haue you din'd at home?
¶Iul. No no: but all this did I know before
¶What saies he of our marriage? what of that?
¶Nur. Lord how my head akes, what a head haue I?
1360It beates as it would fall in twenty peeces.
¶My backe a tother side: o my backe, my backe:
¶To catch my death with iaunting vp and downe.
¶And a courteous, and a kind, and a handsome,
¶And I warrant a vertuous: where is your Mother?
¶Iul. Where is my Mother?
¶How odly thou repli'st:
¶Where is your Mother?
¶Nur. O Gods Lady deare,
1375Are you so hot? marrie come vp I trow,
¶Is this the Poultis for my aking bones?
1380Iul. I haue.
¶Nur. Then high you hence to Frier Lawrence Cell,
¶There staies a Husband to make you a wife:
¶Now comes the wanton bloud vp in your cheekes,
¶Thei'le be in Scarlet straight at any newes:
1385Hie you to Church, I must an other way,
¶To fetch a Ladder by the which your Loue
¶I am the drudge, and toile in your delight:
1390Go Ile to dinner, hie you to the Cell.
