The excellent Tragedie
12851015Mu
st be my condu
ct in the
secret night.
1285.41019Nur: Well, to morrow morning
she
shall not faile.
1285.51020Rom: Farewell, be tru
stie, and Ile quite thy paine.
Exit 1285.61021Nur: Peter, take my fanne, and goe before.
Ex. omnes.
13111023Iul: The clocke
stroke nine when I did
send my Nur
sse
13121024In halfe an houre
she promi
st to returne.
13131025Perhaps
she cannot
finde him. Thats not
so.
1313.11026Oh
she is lazie, Loues heralds
should be thoughts,
1313.21027And runne more
swift, than ha
stie powder
fierd,
1313.31028Doth hurrie from the fearfull Cannons mouth.
13291030Oh now
she comes. Tell me gentle Nur
se,
13371032Nur: Oh I am wearie, let mee re
st a while. Lord how
13381033my bones ake. Oh wheres my man? Giue me
some aqua
13391035Iul: I would thou had
st my bones, and I thy newes.
1339.11036Nur: Fie, what a iaunt haue I had: and my backe a to
- 1339.21037ther
side. Lord, Lord, what a ca
se am I in.
1339.31038Iul: But tell me
sweet Nur
se, what
sayes R
omeo? 13511039Nur: R
omeo, nay, alas you cannot chu
se a man. Hees
13521040no bodie, he is not the Flower of curte
sie, he is not a proper
13531041man: and for a hand, and a foote, and a baudie, wel go thy
13551042way wench, thou ha
st it ifaith, Lord, Lord, how my head
13581044Iul: What of all this? tell me what
sayes he to our ma
- 13661046Nur: Marry he
sayes like an hone
st Gentleman, and a
13671047kinde, and I warrant a vertuous : wheres your Mother?
13711048Iul: Lord, Lord, how odly thou replie
st? He
saies like a
kinde