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?