Nur: Fie, what a iaunt haue I had: and my backe a tother
side. Lord, Lord, what a case am I in.
Jul: But tell me sweet Nurse, what sayes Romeo? 15
Nur: Romeo, nay, alas you cannot chuse a man. Hees
no bodie, he is not the Flower of curtesie, he is not a proper
man: and for a hand, and a foote, and a baudie, wel go thy
way wench, thou hast it ifaith. Lord, Lord, how my head
beates? 20
Iul: What of all this? tell me what sayes he to our
mariage?
Nur: Marry he sayes like an honest Gentleman, and a
kinde, and I warrant a vertuous: wheres your Mother?
Iul: Lord, Lord, how odly thou repliest? He saies like a 25
kinde Gentleman, and an honest, and a vertuous; wheres
your mother?
Nur: Marry come vp, cannot you stay a while? is this
the poultesse for mine aking boanes? next arrant youl haue
done, euen doot your selfe. 30
Iul: Nay stay sweet Nurse, I doo intreate thee now,
What sayes my Loue, my Lord, my Romeo?
Nur: Goe, hye you straight to Friar Laurence Cell,
And frame a scuse that you must goe to shrift:
There stayes a Bridegroome to make you a Bride. 35
Now comes the wanton blood vp in your cheekes,
I must prouide a ladder made of cordes,
With which your Lord must clime a birdes nest soone.
I must take paines to further your delight,
But you must beare the burden soone at night. 40
Doth this newes please you now?
Iul: How doth her latter words reuiue my hart.
Thankes gentle Nurse, dispatch thy busines,
And Ile not faile to meete my Romeo. Exeunt.