13111023Iul: The clocke stroke nine when I did send my Nursse

13121024In halfe an houre she promist 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 hastie powder fierd,

1313.31028Doth hurrie from the fearfull Cannons mouth.

13291030Oh now she comes. Tell me gentle Nurse,

1329.11031What sayes my Loue?

13371032Nur: Oh I am wearie, let mee rest a while. Lord how

13381033my bones ake. Oh wheres my man? Giue me some aqua

1338.11034vitae.

13391035Iul: I would thou hadst 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 case am I in.

1339.31038Iul: But tell me sweet Nurse, what sayes Romeo?

13511039Nur: Romeo, nay, alas you cannot chuse a man. Hees

13521040no bodie, he is not the Flower of curtesie, he is not a proper

13531041man: and for a hand, and a foote, and a baudie, wel go thy

13551042way wench, thou hast it ifaith, Lord, Lord, how my head

1355.11043beates?

13581044Iul: What of all this? tell me what sayes he to our ma-

1045riage?

13661046Nur: Marry he sayes like an honest Gentleman, and a

13671047kinde, and I warrant a vertuous : wheres your Mother?

13711048Iul: Lord, Lord, how odly thou repliest? He saies like a

13721049kinde Gentleman, and an honest, and a vertuous; wheres

13731050your mother?

13751051Nur: Marry come vp, cannot you stay a while? is this

13761052the poultesse for mine aking boanes? next arrant youl haue

13771053done, euen doot yourselfe.

13781054Iul: Nay stay sweet Nurse, I doo intreate thee now,

1378.11055What sayes my Loue, my Lord, my Romeo?

13811056Nur: Goe, hye you straight to Friar Laurence Cell,

13791057and frame a scuse that you must goe to shrift:

13821058There stayes a Bridegroome to make you a Bride.

13831059Now comes the wanton blood vp in your cheekes,

13861060I must prouide a ladder made of cordes,

13871061With which your Lord must clime a birdes nest soone.

13881062I must take paines to further your delight,

13891063But you must beare the burden soone at night.

1389.11064Doth this newes please you now?

1389.21065Iul: How doth her latter words reuiue my hart.

1389.31066Thankes gentle Nurse, dispatch thy busines,

1389.41067And Ile not faile to meete my Romeo. Exeunt.