Rom. Commend me to thy lady.
Nurse. Ay, a thousand times. [Exit Romeo.]
Peter! 232
Pet. Anon!
Nurse. Before, and apace.
Scene Five
[Capulet's Garden]
Enter Juliet.
Jul. The clock struck nine when I did send the nurse;
In half an hour she promis'd to return.
Perchance she cannot meet him: that's not so.
O! she is lame: love's heralds should be thoughts, 4
Which ten times faster glide than the sun's beams,
Driving back shadows over lowering hills:
Therefore do nimble-pinion'd doves draw Love,
And therefore hath the wind-swift Cupid wings.
Now is the sun upon the highmost hill 9
Of this day's journey, and from nine till twelve
Is three long hours, yet she is not come.
Had she affections, and warm youthful blood, 12
She'd be as swift in motion as a ball;
My words would bandy her to my sweet love,
And his to me:
But old folks, many feign as they were dead; 16
Unwieldy, slow, heavy and pale as lead.
Enter Nurse [and Peter.]
O God! she comes. O honey nurse! what news?
Hast thou met with him? Send thy man away.
4 heralds: messengers
7 Love: Venus
14 bandy: send (as a ball in tennis)
16 as: as if
