Henceforward do your messages yourself.
Juliet. Here's such a [coil]!—come, what says Romeo?
Nurse. Have you got leave to go to shrift to-day?
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,