Romeo and Juliet: Act 2, Scene 5



Summary


           Enter JULIET.

      JULIET
  1   The clock struck nine when I did send the nurse;
  2   In half an hour she promised to return.
  3   Perchance she cannot meet him: that's not so.
  4   O, she is lame! Love's heralds should be thoughts,
  5   Which ten times faster glide than the sun's beams,
  6   Driving back shadows over louring hills:
  7   Therefore do nimble-pinion'd doves draw Love,
  8   And therefore hath the wind-swift Cupid wings.
  9   Now is the sun upon the highmost hill
 10   Of this day's journey, and from nine till twelve
 11   Is three long hours, yet she is not come.
 12   Had she affections and warm youthful blood,
 13   She would be as swift in motion as a ball;
 14   My words would bandy her to my sweet love,
 15   And his to me:
 16   But old folks — many feign as they were dead;
 17   Unwieldy, slow, heavy and pale as lead.
Summary


           Enter NURSE [and PETER].

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

      Nurse
 20   Peter, stay at the gate.

           [Exit PETER.]

      JULIET
 21   Now, good sweet nurse,—O Lord, why look'st thou sad?
 22   Though news be sad, yet tell them merrily;
 23   If good, thou shamest the music of sweet news
 24   By playing it to me with so sour a face.

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

      JULIET
 27   I would thou hadst my bones, and I thy news:
 28   Nay, come, I pray thee, speak; good, good nurse, speak.

      Nurse
 29   Jesu, what haste? can you not stay awhile?
 30   Do you not see that I am out of breath?

      JULIET
 31   How art thou out of breath, when thou hast breath
 32   To say to me that thou art out of breath?
 33   The excuse that thou dost make in this delay
 34   Is longer than the tale thou dost excuse.
 35   Is thy news good, or bad? answer to that;
 36   Say either, and I'll stay the circumstance:
 37   Let me be satisfied, is't good or bad?

      Nurse
 38   Well, you have made a simple choice; you know not
 39   how to choose a man: Romeo! no, not he; though his
 40   face be better than any man's, yet his leg excels
 41   all men's; and for a hand, and a foot, and a body,
 42   though they be not to be talked on, yet they are
 43   past compare: he is not the flower of courtesy,
 44   but, I'll warrant him, as gentle as a lamb. Go thy
 45   ways, wench; serve God. What, have you dined at home?

      JULIET
 46   No, no: but all this did I know before.
 47   What says he of our marriage? what of that?

      Nurse
 48   Lord, how my head aches! what a head have I!
 49   It beats as it would fall in twenty pieces.
 50   My back a t' other side,—O, my back, my back!
 51   Beshrew your heart for sending me about,
 52   To catch my death with jaunting up and down!

      JULIET
 53   I' faith, I am sorry that thou art not well.
 54   Sweet, sweet, sweet nurse, tell me, what says my love?

      Nurse
 55   Your love says, like an honest gentleman,
 56   And a courteous, and a kind, and a handsome,
 57   And, I warrant, a virtuous,—Where is your mother?

      JULIET
 58   Where is my mother! why, she is within;
 59   Where should she be? How oddly thou repliest!
 60   "Your love says, like an honest gentleman,
 61   'Where is your mother?'"

      Nurse
 61                                       O God's lady dear!
 62   Are you so hot? marry, come up, I trow;
 63   Is this the poultice for my aching bones?
 64   Henceforward do your messages yourself.

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

      Nurse
 66   Have you got leave to go to shrift today?

      JULIET
 67   I have.

      Nurse
 68   Then hie you hence to Friar Laurence' cell;
 69   There stays a husband to make you a wife.
 70   Now comes the wanton blood up in your cheeks,
 71   They'll be in scarlet straight at any news.
 72   Hie you to church; I must another way,
 73   To fetch a ladder, by the which your love
 74   Must climb a bird's nest soon when it is dark.
 75   I am the drudge and toil in your delight,
 76   But you shall bear the burden soon at night.
 77   Go; I'll to dinner: hie you to the cell.

      JULIET
 78   Hie to high fortune! Honest nurse, farewell.

           Exeunt.