Romeo & Juliet Act 2 Scene 5 - Juliet & Nurse

The clock struck nine when I did send the nurse; 1375 In half an hour she promised to return.

O, she is lame! love's heralds should be thoughts, Which ten times faster glide than the sun's beams, Driving back shadows over louring hills: 1380 Therefore do nimble-pinion'd doves draw love, And therefore hath the wind-swift Cupid wings.

O, she is lame! love's heralds should be thoughts, Which ten times faster glide than the sun's beams, Driving back shadows over louring hills: 1380 Therefore do nimble-pinion'd 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.

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.

1385 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; 1390 Unwieldy, slow, heavy and pale as lead.

1385 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; 1390 Unwieldy, slow, heavy and pale as lead.

1385 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; 1390 Unwieldy, slow, heavy and pale as lead.

1385 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; 1390 Unwieldy, slow, heavy and pale as lead.

1385 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; 1390 Unwieldy, slow, heavy and pale as lead.

Though news be sad, yet tell them merrily; If good, thou shamest the music of sweet news 1400 By playing it to me with so sour a face.

I am a-weary, give me leave awhile: Fie, how my bones ache! what a jaunt have I had!

I am a-weary, give me leave awhile: Fie, how my bones ache! what a jaunt have I had!

I would thou hadst my bones, and I thy news: Nay, come, I pray thee, speak; good, good nurse, speak.1405 • Nurse.

Jesu, what haste? can you not stay awhile?

The excuse that thou dost make in this delay 1410 Is longer than the tale thou dost excuse.

Well, you have made a simple choice; you know not 1415 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, 1420 but, I'll warrant him, as gentle as a lamb.

Well, you have made a simple choice; you know not 1415 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, 1420 but, I'll warrant him, as gentle as a lamb.

Well, you have made a simple choice; you know not 1415 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, 1420 but, I'll warrant him, as gentle as a lamb.

Well, you have made a simple choice; you know not 1415 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, 1420 but, I'll warrant him, as gentle as a lamb.

Well, you have made a simple choice; you know not 1415 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, 1420 but, I'll warrant him, as gentle as a lamb.

Well, you have made a simple choice; you know not 1415 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, 1420 but, I'll warrant him, as gentle as a lamb.

Go thy ways, wench; serve God.

I' faith, I am sorry that thou art not well.

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?

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?

Are you so hot? marry, come up, I trow; 1440 Is this the poultice for my aching bones?

Henceforward do your messages yourself.

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.

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.

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, 1450 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.

Hie you to church; I must another way, 1450 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.

Hie you to church; I must another way, 1450 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.

Hie you to church; I must another way, 1450 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.

Hie to high fortune!

Honest nurse, farewell.