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
of Romeo and Iuliet.
13721049kinde Gentleman, and an hone
st, and a vertuous; wheres
13751051Nur: Marry come vp, cannot you
stay a while? is this
13761052the poulte
sse for mine aking boanes? next arrant youl haue
13781054Iul: Nay
stay
sweet Nur
se, I doo intreate thee now,
13811056Nur: Goe, hye you
straight to Friar
Laurence Cell,
13791057and frame a
scu
se that you mu
st goe to
shrift:
13821058There
stayes a Bridegroome to make you a Bride.
13831059Now comes the wanton blood vp in your cheekes,
13861060I mu
st prouide a ladder made of cordes,
13871061With which your Lord mu
st clime a birdes ne
st soone.
13881062I mu
st take paines to further your delight,
13891063But you mu
st beare the burden
soone at night.
1389.21065Iul: How doth her latter words reuiue my hart.
1389.31066Thankes gentle Nur
se, di
spatch thy bu
sines,
1389.41067And Ile not faile to meete my R
omeo. Exeunt.