As is the night before some festival
To an impatient child [that hath new robes]
And may not wear them.—O, here comes my nurse,
And she brings news; and every tongue that speaks
But Romeo's name speaks heavenly eloquence.—
Enter Nurse, with cords
Now, nurse, what news? What hast thou there? the cords
That Romeo bid thee fetch?
Nurse. Ay, ay, the Cords. [Throws them down.
Juliet. Ay me! what news? why dost thou wring thy hands?