Of this day's journey, and from nine till twelve Is three long hours, yet she is not come.
Peter, stay at the gate.
O honey nurse, what news? Hast thou met with him? Send thy man away.
Is thy news good, or bad? answer to that; Say either, and I'll stay the circumstance: Let me be satisfied, is't good or bad?
you know not how to choose a man: Romeo! no, not he; though his face be better than any man's...he is not the flower of courtesy, but, I'll warrant him, as gentle as a lamb.
No, no: but all this did I know before. What says he of our marriage? what of that?
Lord, how my head aches! what a head have I!
Here's such a coil! come, what says Romeo?
I have.
Have you got leave to go to shrift to-day?
Hie to high fortune! Honest nurse, farewell.
Then hie you hence to Friar Laurence' 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.