Beg pardon of the prince, and call thee back
With twenty hundred thousand times more joy
Than thou went'st forth in [lamentation].—
Go before, nurse, commend me to thy lady,
And bid her hasten all the house to bed,
Which heavy sorrow makes them [apt unto];
Romeo is coming.
Nurse. O Lord, I could have stay'd here all the night
To hear good counsel; O, what learning is!—