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ROMEO . And stay , good Nurse , behind the abbey wall . Within this hour my man shall be with thee , And bring thee cords made like a tackled stair , Which to the high topgallant of my joy Must be my convoy in the secret night . Farewell , be trusty , and I’ll quit thy pains ; Farewell ; commend me to thy mistress . NURSE . Now God in heaven bless thee . Hark you , sir . ROMEO . What say’st thou , my dear Nurse ? NURSE . Is your man secret ? Did you ne’er hear say , Two may keep counsel , putting one away ? ROMEO . I warrant thee my man’s as true as steel . NURSE . Well , sir , my mistress is the sweetest lady . Lord , Lord ! When ’ twas a little prating thing , — O , there is a nobleman in town , one Paris , that would fain lay knife aboard ; but she , good soul , had as lief see a toad , a very toad , as see him . I anger her sometimes , and tell her that Paris is the properer man , but I’ll warrant you , when I say so , she looks as pale as any clout in the versal world . Doth not rosemary and Romeo begin both with a letter ? ROMEO . Ay , Nurse ; what of that ? Both with an R . NURSE . Ah , mocker ! That’s the dog’s name . R is for the — no , I know it begins with some other letter , and she hath the prettiest sententious of it , of you and rosemary , that it would do you good to hear it . ROMEO . Commend me to thy lady . NURSE . Ay , a thousand times . Peter ! [ Exit Romeo . ] PETER . Anon . NURSE . Before and apace . [ Exeunt . ] SCENE V . Capulet’s Garden . Enter Juliet . JULIET . The clock struck nine when I did send the Nurse , In half an hour she promised to return . Perchance she cannot meet him . That’s not so . O , she is lame . Love’s heralds should be thoughts , Which ten times faster glides than the sun’s beams , Driving back shadows over lowering hills : Therefore do nimble - pinion’d doves draw love , And therefore hath the wind - swift Cupid wings . Now is the sun upon the highmost hill Of this day’s journey , and from nine till twelve Is three long hours , yet she is not come . Had she affections and warm youthful blood , She’d be as swift in motion as a ball ; My words would bandy her to my sweet love , And his to me . But old folks , many feign as they were dead ; Unwieldy , slow , heavy and pale as lead . Enter Nurse and Peter . O God , she comes . O honey Nurse , what news ? Hast thou met with him ? Send thy man away . NURSE . Peter , stay at the gate . [ Exit Peter . ] JULIET . Now , good sweet Nurse , — O Lord , why look’st thou sad ? Though news be sad , yet tell them merrily ; If good , thou sham’st the music of sweet news By playing it to me with so sour a face . NURSE . I am aweary , give me leave awhile ; Fie , how my bones ache ! What a jaunt have I had ! JULIET . I would thou hadst my bones , and I thy news : Nay come , I pray thee speak ; good , good Nurse , speak .
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