ACT II.
4. Scene IV. A Street.
(continued)
Romeo.
Nurse, commend me to thy lady and mistress. I protest unto
thee,--
Nurse.
Good heart, and i' faith I will tell her as much: Lord,
Lord, she will be a joyful woman.
Romeo.
What wilt thou tell her, nurse? thou dost not mark me.
Nurse.
I will tell her, sir,--that you do protest: which, as I
take it, is a gentlemanlike offer.
Romeo.
Bid her devise some means to come to shrift
This afternoon;
And there she shall at Friar Lawrence' cell
Be shriv'd 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.
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 top-gallant 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's 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?
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