SCENE V. Capulet's garden. Enter JULIET. Ju. The clock struck nine when I did send the nurse; In half an hour she promised to return. Perchance, she cannot meet him :-that's not so.- Of this day's journey; and from nine till twelve My words would bandy 1 her to my sweet love, But old folks, many feign as they were dead; Enter NURSE and peter. O God, she comes !-O honey nurse, what news? I Drive. Nurse. Peter, stay at the gate. [Exit Peter. Ju. Now, good sweet nurse,-O lord! why look'st thou sad? Though news be sad, yet tell them merrily. Nurse. I am aweary; give me leave awhile: Fie, how my bones ache! What a jaunt have I had! Ju. I would, thou hadst my bones, and I thy news: Nay, come, I pray thee, speak; good, good nurse, speak. Nurse. Jesu! what haste? can you not stay awhile? Do you not see that I am out of breath? Ju. How art thou out of breath, when thou hast breath To say to me, that thou art out of breath? The excuse, that thou dost make in this delay, Nurse. Well, you have made a simple choice; you know not how to choose a man. Romeo! no, not he; though his face be better than any man's, yet his leg excels all men's; and for a hand, and a foot, and a body,—though they be not to be talked on, yet they are past compare : he is not the flower of SHAK. XIII. P courtesy; but, I'll warrant him, as gentle as a lamb. Go thy ways, wench; serve God.-What, have you dined at home? Ju. No, no: but all this did I know before. What says he of our marriage? what of that? Nurse. Lord, how my head aches! what a head have I! It beats as it would fall in twenty pieces. My back o' t' other side;-O, my back, my back!— Ju. I' faith, I am sorry that thou art not well: Sweet, sweet, sweet nurse, tell me, what says my love? Nurse. Your love says, like an honest gentleman, And a courteous, and a kind, and a handsome, And, I warrant, a virtuous : mother? Where is your Ju. Where is my mother?-why, she is within; Where should she be? How oddly thou repliest ! Your love says like an honest gentleman, Where is your mother?' Nurse. O, God's lady dear! Are you so hot? Marry, come up, I trow! Is this the poultice for my aching bones? Ju. Here's such a coil! 2-Come, what says |