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.