Breathless anticipation… (2.5.29-37)

NURSE            Jesu, what haste! can you not stay a while?                         Do you not see that I am out of breath? JULIET                        How art thou art of breath, when thou hast breath                         To say to me that thou art out of breath?                         The excuse that thou dost make in this delay                         […]

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Speak, Nurse! *nervous babbling* (2.5.18-28)

Enter NURSE [with PETER]. JULIET                        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 shamest the […]

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Flying words, and a bit of sonnet-ness (2.5.9-16)

JULIET                        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 would be swift in motion as a ball;                         My words would bandy her to my […]

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Slow clocks and flying thoughts (2.5.1-8)

[2.5]    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 […]

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R is for Romeo, and rosemary (and rose) (2.4.173-181)

NURSE            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-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 […]

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Paris is worse than a toad (2.4.162-172)

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           ’Warrant thee, my man’s as true as steel. NURSE            Well, sir, my mistress is the sweetest lady—Lord, Lord! when […]

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Rope ladders, and joyful anticipation (2.4.148-161)

ROMEO           Bid her devise                         Some means to come to shrift this afternoon,                         And there she shall at Friar Lawrence’ cell                         Be shrived and married. Here is for thy pains. NURSE            No truly sir, not a penny. ROMEO           Go to, I say you shall. NURSE            This afternoon, sir? Well, she shall be there. […]

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Saucy, scurvy knaves (2.4.121-132)

NURSE            I pray you, sir, what saucy merchant was this that was so full of his ropery? ROMEO           A gentleman, Nurse, that loves to hear himself talk, and will speak more in a minute than he will stand to in a month. NURSE            And ’a speak any thing against me, I’ll take him down, and […]

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Hoar bawds and hare pie (2.4.106-120)

BENVOLIO      She will indite him to some supper. MERCUTIO     A bawd, a bawd, a bawd! So ho! ROMEO           What hast thou found? MERCUTIO     No hare, sir, unless a hare, sir, in a lenten pie, that is something stale and hoar ere it be spent. [He walks by them and sings.] An old hare hoar, And […]

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