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 […]
Continue ReadingFlying 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 […]
Continue ReadingSlow 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 […]
Continue ReadingR 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 […]
Continue ReadingParis 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 […]
Continue ReadingRope 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. […]
Continue ReadingAct like a gentleman, or else… (2.4.133-147)
NURSE Now afore God, I am so vexed that every part of me quivers. Scurvy knave! Pray you, sir, a word: and as I told you, my young lady bid me enquire you out; what she bid me say, I will keep to myself. But first let me tell ye, if ye should lead her […]
Continue ReadingSaucy, 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 […]
Continue ReadingHoar 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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