Act II Scene V "O, she is lame! Love's heralds should be thoughts, Which ten times faster glide than the sun's beams."
Juliet. "Now, good sweet nurse- O Lord, why lookest thou sad?"Nurse. "I am aweary. Give me leave awhile. Fie how my bones ache! What jaunt have I!"
Nurse. "Jesu, what haste! Can you not stay awhile? Do you not see that I am out of breath?"Juliet. "How art thou out of breath, when thou hast breath to say to me that thou art out of breath?"
Juliet. "Let me be satisfied; is 't good or bad?"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, thought they be not to be talked on, yet they are past compare. He is not the flower of courtesy, but ill warrant him as gentle as a lamb. Go thy ways, wench. Serve god. What, have you dined at home?"
Juliet. "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! Ah, my back, my back! Beshrew your heart for sending me about to catch my death with jaunting up and down."Juliet. "I' faith, I am sorry that thou art not well."
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