The clock struck nine when I did send the Nurse;

2.5.413121293In half an hour she promised to return.

2.5.513131294Perchance she cannot meet him? That's not so.

2.5.613141295O, she is lame! Love's heralds should be thoughts,

2.5.713151296Which ten times faster glides than the sun's beams,

2.5.813161297Driving back shadows over louring hills.

2.5.913171298Therefore do nimble-pinioned doves draw love,

2.5.1013181299And therefore hath the wind-swift Cupid wings.

2.5.1113191300Now is the sun upon the highmost hill

2.5.1213201301Of this day's journey, and from nine till twelve

2.5.1313211302Is three long hours, yet she is not come.

2.5.1413221303Had she affections and warm youthful blood

2.5.1513231304She would be as swift in motion as a ball.

2.5.1613241305My words would bandy her to my sweet love

2.5.1713251306And his to me, but old folks, many feign as they were dead:

2.5.1813271307Unwieldy, slow, heavy, and pale as lead.

2.5.2013291309O God, she comes! O, honey Nurse, what news?

2.5.2113301310Hast thou met with him? Send thy man away.

[To Peter] Peter, stay at the gate.[Exit Peter].

Now, good sweet Nurse, O Lord, why lookest thou sad?

2.5.2413341313Though news be sad, yet tell them merrily.

2.5.2513351314If good, thou shamest the music of sweet news

2.5.2613361315By playing it to me with so sour a face.

I am aweary; give me leave a while.

2.5.2813381317Fie, how my bones ache! What a jaunce have I!

I would thou hadst my bones and I thy news.

2.5.3013401319Nay, come! I pray thee speak. Good, good Nurse, speak.

Jesu, what haste! Can you not stay a while?

2.5.3213421321Do you not see that I am out of breath?

How art thou out of breath when thou hast breath

2.5.3413441323To say to me that thou art out of breath?

2.5.3513451324The excuse that thou dost make in this delay

2.5.3613461325Is longer than the tale thou dost excuse.

2.5.3713471326Is thy news good or bad? Answer to that,

2.5.3813481327Say either, and I'll stay the circumstance.

2.5.3913491328Let me be satisfied: is't good or bad?

Well, you have made a simple choice. You know not 13511330how to choose a man. Romeo, no, not he though his face be 13521331better than any man's, yet his leg excels all men's, and for a hand 13531332and a foot and a body, though they be not to be talked on, yet 13541333they are past compare. He is not the flower of courtesy, but I'll 13551334warrant him, as gentle as a lamb. Go thy ways, wench, serve 13561335God. What, have you dined at home?

No, no. But all this did I know before.

2.5.4213581337What says he of our marriage? What of that?

Lord, how my head aches! What a head have I!

2.5.4413601339It beats as it would fall in twenty pieces.

2.5.4513611340My back a't'other side. Ah, my back, my back.

2.5.4613621341Beshrew your heart for sending me about

2.5.4713631342To catch my death with jauncing up and down.

I'faith, I am sorry that thou art not well.

2.5.4913651344Sweet, sweet, sweet Nurse, tell me, what says my love?

Your love says like an honest gentleman

2.5.5113671346And a courteous, and a kind, and a handsome,

2.5.5213681347And, I warrant, a virtuous--Where is your mother?

Where is my mother? Why, she is within. Where should she be?

2.5.5413711349How oddly thou repliest!

2.5.5513721350Your love says like an honest gentleman;

2.5.5613731351Where is your mother?

O God's lady dear,

2.5.5813751353Are you so hot? Marry, come up, I trow,

2.5.5913761354Is this the poultice for my aching bones?

2.5.6013771355Henceforward do your messages yourself.

Here's such a coil. Come, what says Romeo?

Have you got leave to go to shrift today?

I have.

Then hie you hence to Friar Laurence' cell.

2.5.6513821360There stays a husband to make you a wife.

2.5.6613831361Now comes the wanton blood up in your cheeks;

2.5.6713841362They'll be in scarlet straight at any news.

2.5.6813851363Hie you to church; I must another way

2.5.6913861364To fetch a ladder by the which your love

2.5.7013871365Must climb a bird's nest soon when it is dark.

2.5.7113881366I am the drudge and toil in your delight.

2.5.7213891367But you shall bear the burden soon at night.

2.5.7313901368Go. I'll to dinner; hie you to the cell.

Hie to high fortune! Honest Nurse, farewell.