Comic
Updated: 5/2/2020
Comic

Storyboard Text

  • O God she comes.
  • I am aweary. Give me leave awhile. Fie, how my bones ache! What a jaunt have I!
  • O honey Nurse, what news? Hast thou met with him?
  • O God's lady dear, Are you so hot? Marry, come up, I trow. Is this the poultice for my aching bones? Henceforward do your messages yourself.
  • I' faith, I am sorry that thou art not well. Sweet, sweet, sweet Nurse, tell me, what says my love?
  • Here's such a a coil. Come, what says Romeo?
  • I have.
  • Have you got leave to go to shrift today?
  • Then hie you hence to Friar Lawrence's cell. There stays a husband to make you a wife. Now comes the wanton blood up in your cheeks. They'll be in scarlet straight at any news. Hie you to church. I must another way to fetch a ladder, by the which your love must climb a bird's nest soon when it is dark. I am the drudge and toil in your delight, but you shall bear the burden soon at night. Go. I'll to dinner. Hie you to the cell.
  • Hie to high fortune! Honest Nurse, farewell.