Nurse. Well, you have made a simple choice; you know[702]
not how to choose a man: Romeo! no, not he; though his face[702]
be better than any man's, yet his leg excels all men's; and[702][703]40
for a hand, and a foot, and a body, though they be not to be[702][704]
talked on, yet they are past compare: he is not the flower of[702]
courtesy, but, I'll warrant him, as gentle as a lamb. Go thy[702][705]
ways, wench; serve God. What, have you dined at home?[702]
Jul. No, no: but all this did I know before.[706] 45
What says he of our marriage? what of that?
Nurse. Lord, how my head aches! what a head have I!
It beats as it would fall in twenty pieces.
My back o' t' other side,—ah, my back, my back![707]
Beshrew your heart for sending me about, 50
To catch my death with jauncing up and down![708]
Jul. I' faith, I am sorry that thou art not well.[709]
Sweet, sweet, sweet nurse, tell me, what says my love?
Nurse. Your love says, like an honest gentleman, and[710]
a courteous, and a kind, and a handsome, and, I warrant, a[710] 55
virtuous,—Where is your mother?[710]
Jul. Where is my mother! why, she is within;[711]
Where should she be? How oddly thou repliest![711]
'Your love says, like an honest gentleman,
Where is your mother?'
Nurse. O God's lady dear![712] 60
Are you so hot? marry, come up, I trow;
Is this the poultice for my aching bones?
Henceforward do your messages yourself.
Jul. Here's such a coil! come, what says Romeo?
Nurse. Have you got leave to go to shrift to-day? 65
Jul. I have.