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Capulet's orchard.
[Enter JULIET]
JULIET
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The clock | struck nine, when | I did send | the
nurse,
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In half | an hour | she prom|ised to | return,
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Perchance | she can|not meet | him: that's | not^so:
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Oh she | is lame, love's her|alds should | be
thoughts,
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Which ten | times^fas|ter glide | than the / sun's
beams, ??
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Driving back shadows over louring hills.
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Therefore do |nimble-|pinioned | doves draw love,
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And there|fore hath | the wind | swift Cupid
wings:
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Now is the | sun u|pon the | highmost hill
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Of this day's journ|ey, and | from nine | till twelve,
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Is three | long hours,/ yet she | is not come.
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Had she | affec|tions and / warm youth|ful blood,
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She would | be as swift | in mo|tion as | a ball,
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My words | would ban|dy her | to my / sweet love,
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And his | to me,| but old | folks,|
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Many feign | as they | were dead, \\
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Unwiel|dy, slow,| heavy,| and pale | as lead.
[Enter Nurse and PETER]
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O God | she comes,| O hon|ey nurse | what news?
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Hast thou | met with | him? Send | thy man |
away.
NURSE
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Peter | stay at | the gate. \\
[Exit PETER]
JULIET
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Now* good | sweet* nurse:
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O Lord,| why lookst | thou
sad?
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Though news | be sad,| yet tell | them mer|rily.
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If good | thou shamst | the mus|ic of / sweet
news,
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By play|ing it to | me, with / so sour | a face.
NURSE
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I am | a-wea|ry, give | me leave | awhile,
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Fie how | my bones | ache, what | a jaunt | have I had?
JULIET
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I would | thou hadst | my bones,| and I | thy
news:
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Nay* come | I pray | thee speak,| good^good |
nurse^speak.
NURSE
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Jesu | what haste?| Can you | not stay | awhile?
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Do you | not see | that I | am out | of breath?
JULIET
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How art | thou out | of breath,| when thou | hast
breath
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To say | to me,| that thou | art out | of breath?
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The excuse | that thou | dost make | in this |
delay,
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Is long|er than | the tale | thou dost | excuse.
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Is thy / news good | or bad?| Answer | to that,
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Say eith|er, and | I'll stay | the cir|cumstance:
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Let me | be sat|isfied,| is it good | or bad?
NURSE
Well, you have made a simple choice, you know not how to choose a man:
Romeo, no not he though his face be better than any man's, yet his leg
excels all men's, and for a hand, and a foot, and a body, though they be not
to be talked on, yet they are past compare: he is not the flower of
courtesy, but I'll warrant him as gentle as a lamb: Go thy ways wench,
serve God. What have you dined at home?
JULIET
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No* no:| but all | this did | I know | before.
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What says | he of | our mar|riage? What | of
that?
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Lord how | my head | aches,| what a head | have
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It beats | as it would | fall in | twenty | pieces.
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My back | on the oth|er side:| O my back,| my
back:
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Beshrew | your heart | for send|ing me | about,
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To catch | my death | with jaunt|ing up | and
down.
JULIET
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In faith:| I am sor|ry that | thou art | not
well,
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Sweet sweet*,| sweet nurse, tell | me what says | my
love? ??
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Your love | says like an hon|est gent|leman,
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And a court|eous, and | a kind,| and a |
handsome,
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And I war|rant a vir|tuous:| where is your |
mother?
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Where is | my moth|er? \\
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Why she is | within,| where should | she be?
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How odd|ly thou | replyst: \\
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Your love | says like an hon|est gent|leman:
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Where is | your moth|er?
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O God's | lady | dear,
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Are you | so hot?| Marry | come up | I trow,
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Is this | the poult|ice for | my ach|ing bones?
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Hencefor|ward do | your mes|sages | yourself.
JULIET
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Here's such a coil,| come what | says Rom/eo?
NURSE
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Have you | got^leave | to go | to shrift | today?
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I have. \\
NURSE
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Then hie | you hence | to Fri|ar
Laur|ence' cell,
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There stays a hus|band to / make you | a wife:
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Now comes | the want|on blood | up in | your
cheeks,
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They'll be | in scar|let straight | at an|y news:
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Hie^you | to church,| I must^|anoth|er way,
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To fetch | a lad|der by | the which | your love
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Must climb | a bird's nest soon | when it | is dark:
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I am | the drudge,| and toil | in your | delight,
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But you | shall bear | the burd|en soon | at
night.
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Go I'll | to din|ner, hie | you to | the cell.
JULIET
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Hie to high for|tune, hon|est nurse,| farewell.
[Exeunt]