Act 2, scene 5
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- 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.Oh, she is lame! Love’s heralds should be thoughts,5Which ten times faster glide than the sun’s beams,Driving back shadows over louring hills.Therefore do nimble-pinioned doves draw loveAnd therefore hath the wind-swift Cupid wings.Now is the sun upon the highmost hill10Of this day’s journey, and from nine till twelveIs three long hours, yet she is not come.Had she affections and warm youthful blood,She would be as swift in motion as a ball.My words would bandy her to my sweet love,15And his to me.But old folks, many feign as they were dead,Unwieldy, slow, heavy, and pale as lead.O God, she comes.—O honey Nurse, what news?Hast thou met with him? Send thy man away .
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- Lord, how my head aches! What a head have I!It beats as it would fall in twenty pieces.50My back a’ t’ other side. Ah, my back, my back!Beshrew your heart for sending me about,To catch my death with jaunting up and down!
- I’ faith, I am sorry that thou art not well.Sweet, sweet, sweet Nurse, tell me, what says my love?
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- Hie to high fortune! Honest Nurse, farewell.
- 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 wayTo 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.
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