Hold, take these keys, and fetch more spices, Nurse
They call for dates and quinces in the pastry
Ay, you have been a mouse-hunt in your time,But I will watch you from such watching now.
Go, you cot-quean, go.Get you to bed, faith. You’ll be sick tomorrow For this night’s watching
Come,stir,stir,stir! The second cock hath crowed. The curfew bell hath rung. 'Tis three o'clock.— Look to the baked meats, good Angelica.Spare not for the cost.
No, not a whit, what. I have watched ere now All night for lesser cause, and ne'er been sick.
A jealous hood, a jealous hood!
Now, fellow,What is there?
Make haste, make haste, sirrah.
Things for the cook, sir. But I don’t know what they are.
Fetch drier logs. Call Peter. He will show thee where they are.
I have a head, sir, that will find out logs, And never trouble Peter for the matter.
Mass, and well said. A merry whoreson, ha! Thou shalt be loggerhead.—Good faith, ’tis day. The county will be here with music straight,For so he said he would. I hear him near.— Nurse! Wife! What, ho? What, Nurse, I say!
Go waken Juliet. Go and trim her up. I’ll go and chat with Paris. Hie, make haste, Make haste. The bridegroom he is come already. Make haste, I say.