ACT II.
5. Scene V. Capulet's Garden.
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Nurse.
 
Well, you have made a simple choice; you know not how to
 
choose a man: Romeo! no, not he; rhough 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.
 
No, no: but all this did I know before.
 
What says he of our marriage? what of that? 
 
Nurse.
 
Lord, how my head aches! what a head have I!
 
It beats as it would fall in twenty pieces.
 
My back o' t' other side,--O, my back, my back!--
 
Beshrew your heart for sending me about
 
To catch my death with jauncing up and down! 
 
Juliet.
 
I' faith, I am sorry that thou art not well.
 
Sweet, sweet, sweet nurse, tell me, what says my love? 
 
Nurse.
 
Your love says, like an honest gentleman,
 
And a courteous, and a kind, and a handsome;
 
And, I warrant, a virtuous,--Where is your mother? 
 
Juliet.
 
Where is my mother?--why, she is within;
 
Where should she be? How oddly thou repliest!
 
'Your love says, like an honest gentleman,--
 
'Where is your mother?' 
 
Nurse.
 
O God's lady dear!
 
Are you so hot? marry,come up, I trow;
 
Is this the poultice for my aching bones?
 
Henceforward,do your messages yourself. 
 
Juliet.
 
Here's such a coil!--come, what says Romeo? 
 
Nurse.
 
Have you got leave to go to shrift to-day? 
 
Juliet.
 
I have. 
 
Nurse.
 
Then hie you hence to Friar Lawrence' cell;
 
There stays a husband to make you a wife:
 
Now comes the wanton blood up in your cheeks,
 
They'll be in scarlet straight at any news.
 
Hie you to church; I must another way,
 
To fetch a ladder, by the which your love
 
Must climb a bird's nest soon when it is dark:
 
I am the drudge, and toil in your delight;
 
But you shall bear the burden soon at night.
 
Go; I'll to dinner; hie you to the cell. 
 
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