This afternoon;
And there she shall at Friar Laurence' cell
Be shriv'd and married. Here is for thy pains.
Nurse. No, truly, sir, not a penny.
Romeo. Go to; I say you shall.
Nurse. This afternoon, sir? well, she shall be there.
Romeo. [And stay], good nurse; behind the abbey wall
Within this hour my man shall be with thee,
And bring thee cords made like ,
Which to the [high top-gallant] of my joy