Capulet's Orchard.
 Enter JULIET.

Juliet	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.
	O, she is lame. Love's heralds should be thoughts,
	Which ten times faster glides than the sun's beams
	Driving back shadows over louring hills.
	Therefore do nimble-pinioned doves draw Love,
	And therefore hath the wind-swift Cupid wings.
	Now is the sun upon the highmost hill
	Of this day's journey, and from nine till twelve
	Is 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,
	And his to me.
	But old folks, many feign as they were dead-
	Unwieldy, slow, heavy, and pale as lead.

                          Enter NURSE and PETER.

	O God, she comes! O honey Nurse, what news?
	Hast thou met with him? Send thy man away.

Nurse	Peter, stay at the gate.
											[Exit PETER.

Juliet	Now, good sweet Nurse - O Lord, why look'st thou sad?
	Though news be sad, yet tell them merrily;
	If good, thou sham'st the music of sweet news
	By playing it to me with so sour a face.

Nurse	I am aweary, give me leave awhile.
	Fie, how my bones ache! What a jaunce have I!

Juliet	I would thou hadst my bones and I thy news.
	Nay, come, I pray thee speak. Good, good Nurse, speak.

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?
	The excuse that thou dost make in this delay
	Is longer than the tale thou dost excuse.
	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?

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, though they be not to be 
	talked on, yet they are past compare. He is not the flower 
	of courtesy, but I'll warrant him as gentle as a lamb. Go 
	thy ways, wench; serve God. What, have you dined at home?

Juliet	No, no. But all this did I know before.
	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!-
											[JULIET rubs her back.
			A t'other side. Ah, my back, my back!
	Beshrew your heart for sending me about
	To catch my death with jauncing up and down!

Juliet	I'faith, I am sorry that thou art not well.
	Sweet, sweet, sweet Nurse, tell me what says my love?

Nurse	Your love says like an honest gentleman, and a courteous, 
	and a kind, and a handsome, and, I warrant, a virtuous - 
	Where is your mother?

Juliet	Where is my mother? Why, she is within.
	Where should she be? How oddly thou repliest:
	'Your love says like an honest gentleman
	Where is your mother?'

Nurse							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.

Juliet	Here's such a coil! Come, what says Romeo?

Nurse	Have you got leave to go to shrift today?

Juliet	I have.

Nurse	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.

Juliet	Hie to high fortune! Honest Nurse, farewell.
											[Exeunt.
