Juliet.Amen!
Nurse.What?
Juliet. Well, thou hast comforted me marvellous much.
Go in, and tell my lady I am gone,
Having displeas'd my father, to Laurence' cell,
To make confession and to be absolv'd.
Nurse. Marry, I will; and this is wisely done. [Exit.
Juliet. [Ancient damnation!] O most wicked fiend!
[Is it more sin] to wish me thus forsworn,
Or to dispraise my lord with that same tongue