Rom. Bid her devise[652]
Some means to come to shrift this afternoon;[652] 170
And there she shall at Friar Laurence' cell[653]
Be shrived and married. Here is for thy pains.
Nurse. No, truly, sir; not a penny.
Rom. Go to; I say you shall.
Nurse. This afternoon, sir? well, she shall be there. 175
Rom. And stay, good nurse, behind the abbey-wall:[654]
Within this hour my man shall be with thee,
And bring thee cords made like a tackled stair;[655]
Which to the high top-gallant of my joy
Must be my convoy in the secret night. 180
Farewell; be trusty, and I'll quit thy pains:[656]
Farewell; commend me to thy mistress.[657]
Nurse. Now God in heaven bless thee! Hark you, sir.
Rom. What say'st thou, my dear nurse?[658]
Nurse. Is your man secret? Did you ne'er hear say,[659][660]185
Two may keep counsel, putting one away?[659][661]
Rom. I warrant thee, my man's as true as steel.[662]
Nurse. Well, sir; my mistress is the sweetest lady—Lord,[663]
Lord! when 'twas a little prating thing—O, there is[663]
a nobleman in town, one Paris, that would fain lay knife[663] 190
aboard; but she, good soul, had as lief see a toad, a very[663][664]
toad, as see him. I anger her sometimes, and tell her that[663][665]
Paris is the properer man; but, I'll warrant you, when I[663]
say so, she looks as pale as any clout in the versal world.[663][666]
Doth not rosemary and Romeo begin both with a letter?[663] 195