ACT II.
ROMEO AND JULIET.
SCENE V.
Rom. And stay, good nurse, behind the abbey- wall : Within this iiour my m;ui shall he with tliee. Ami biiiin tiu'f loiils made like a tackli'd stair; Which to the high top-gallant of my joy Must 1)1' my cuiivoy in the sorrot niiiht. Farcwfll !— Ui- iiiisty, and I'll '((uitc thy {lains. Karcwrll I — ('(immfiid me to thy mistress.
yur^c. Now, God in heaven ble^s thee I — Hark you, sir.
Rom. What say'st thou, my dear nurse?
Nurse. Is your man sec ret ? Did yuu ne'er hear say, Two may kei-p counsel, j)uttii)g one away ?
Rom. 1 warrant thee; uiy man's true as steel.
Xiir.sr. Well, sir; my mistress is the sweetest lady — Ijord, lord I — when "twas a little jnating thing, — <)I — There's a nobleman in town, one
Paris, that would fain lay knife aboard ; but she, good soul, had as lieve see a toad, a very toad, as see him. I anger her sometimes, and tell her that Paris is the properer man ; but, I'll warrant you, when I say so, she looks as pale as any clout in the varsal world. Doth not rosemary and Romeo begin both with a letter ?
Rom. Ay, nurse; What of that? both with an R.
Nurse. Ah, mocker! that's the dog's name. R is for thee ? no : I know it begins with some other letter ; and she has the prettiest sententious of it, of you and rosemaiy, that it would do you good to hear it.
Rom. Commend me to thy lady. [Exit.
Nurse. Ay, a thousand times. — Peter !
Pet. Anon ?
Nurse. Peter, take my fan, and go before.
[Exeunt.
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Scene V. — Capulet's Garden. Enter Juliet.
Jul. The clock struck nine, when 1 did send the nurse ; In half an hour she promis'd to return. Peri'hancc, she cannot meet him : — that's not so. — O! she is lame ■ love's heralds should be thoughts. Which ten times faster glide than the sun's beams Driving back shadows over lowering hills: Tlierelore do niml)le-|)inion'd doves draw love, And therefore hath the wind-swift Cupid wings. Now is the sun upon tlie highmost hill Of this day's journey ; and from nine till twelve Is three long hours, — yet she is not come. Had she alfeetions, and warm youthful blood, Slip'd be as swift in motion as a ball; My words would bamly her to my sweet love, And hi.s to mc :
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But old folks, many feign as they were dead ; Unwieldy, slow, heavy, and pale as lead.
Enter Nurse and Peter.
O God ! she comes. — O honey nurse ! what news ? Hast tliou met with him ? Send thy man away. Nurse. Peter, stay at the gate. [Exit Peter. Jul. Now, good sweet nurse, — O lord! why look'st thou sad ? Though news be sad, yet tell them merrily ; If good, thou sham'st the music of sweet news By playing it to me with so sour a face.
Nir.sc. I am aweary, give me leave awhile. — Fie, how my bones ache ! What a jaunt have 1 had ! Jul. I would, thou liadst my bones, and I thy news : Nay, come, I pray thee, speak ; — good, good nurse, speak.
