Line in Romeo and Juliet When She Says Thne You See Me Ever Again
Speeches (Lines) for Nurse
in "Romeo and Juliet"
Total: 90
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Lady Capulet. Nurse, where's my daughter? call her along to me.
Nurse. At present, by my maidenhead, at twelve year one-time,
I bade her come. What, lamb! what, ladybird!
God prevent! Where'due south this daughter? What, Juliet!
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Juliet. How at present! who calls?
Nurse. Your mother.
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Lady Capulet. This is the matter:—Nurse, give go out awhile,
We must talk in hugger-mugger:—nurse, come back again;
I have remember'd me, m's hear our counsel.
Thousand know'st my daughter's of a pretty age.
Nurse. Faith, I tin can tell her age unto an hour.
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Lady Capulet. She's not fourteen.
Nurse. I'll lay fourteen of my teeth,—
And nevertheless, to my teeth be information technology spoken, I have simply iv—
She is non fourteen. How long is information technology now
To Lammas-tide?
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Lady Capulet. A fortnight and odd days.
Nurse. Even or odd, of all days in the year,
Come Lammas-eve at night shall she be fourteen.
Susan and she—God remainder all Christian souls!—
Were of an historic period: well, Susan is with God;
She was too adept for me: simply, as I said,
On Lammas-eve at night shall she be fourteen;
That shall she, marry; I call back information technology well.
'Tis since the earthquake now xi years;
And she was wean'd,—I never shall forget it,—
Of all the days of the year, upon that twenty-four hours:
For I had and then laid wormwood to my dug,
Sitting in the sun under the pigeon-house wall;
My lord and you lot were and then at Mantua:—
Nay, I do deport a brain:—but, as I said,
When information technology did gustation the wormwood on the nipple
Of my dug and felt it bitter, pretty fool,
To run across it tetchy and fall out with the dug!
Shake quoth the dove-business firm: 'twas no demand, I trow,
To bid me trudge:
And since that time it is eleven years;
For then she could stand alone; nay, past the rood,
She could have run and waddled all almost;
For fifty-fifty the twenty-four hour period earlier, she broke her forehead:
And so my husband—God be with his soul!
A' was a merry human being—took up the child:
'Yea,' quoth he, 'dost thou fall upon thy face?
M wilt fall astern when thou hast more than wit;
Wilt thou not, Jule?' and, past my holidame,
The pretty wretch left crying and said 'Ay.'
To see, now, how a jest shall come well-nigh!
I warrant, an I should live a thousand years,
I never should forget it: 'Wilt k not, Jule?' quoth he;
And, pretty fool, it stinted and said 'Ay.'
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Lady Capulet. Enough of this; I pray thee, hold thy peace.
Nurse. Yep, madam: yet I cannot choose simply laugh,
To think it should leave crying and say 'Ay.'
And notwithstanding, I warrant, it had upon its brow
A bump every bit large equally a young cockerel's rock;
A parlous knock; and information technology cried bitterly:
'Yea,' quoth my husband,'fall'st upon thy face?
Thou wilt fall backward when chiliad comest to age;
Wilt 1000 not, Jule?' information technology stinted and said 'Ay.'
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Juliet. And stint thou too, I pray thee, nurse, say I.
Nurse. Peace, I have done. God mark thee to his grace!
Thou wast the prettiest infant that e'er I nursed:
An I might alive to see thee married in one case,
I take my wish.
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Juliet. It is an honour that I dream not of.
Nurse. An honour! were non I thine simply nurse,
I would say thou hadst suck'd wisdom from thy teat.
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Lady Capulet. Well, think of marriage now; younger than y'all,
Here in Verona, ladies of esteem,
Are made already mothers: by my count,
I was your mother much upon these years
That you are now a maid. Thus so in brief:
The valiant Paris seeks you for his dear.
Nurse. A homo, young lady! lady, such a man
Every bit all the earth—why, he'south a human being of wax.
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Lady Capulet. Verona'southward summer hath not such a blossom.
Nurse. Nay, he's a flower; in faith, a very bloom.
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Lady Capulet. What say you? can you love the gentleman?
This night yous shall behold him at our feast;
Read o'er the volume of young Paris' face up,
And find please writ there with beauty'south pen;
Examine every married lineament,
And see how one another lends content
And what obscured in this fair volume lies
Find written in the margent of his eyes.
This precious book of love, this unbound lover,
To adorn him, only lacks a cover:
The fish lives in the sea, and 'tis much pride
For off-white without the fair within to hide:
That volume in many'south optics doth share the glory,
That in golden clasps locks in the gilded story;
And then shall you lot share all that he doth possess,
By having him, making yourself no less.
Nurse. No less! nay, bigger; women abound by men.
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Lady Capulet. We follow thee.
[Exit Servant]
Juliet, the county stays.
Nurse. Go, girl, seek happy nights to happy days.
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Juliet. You kiss by the volume.
Nurse. Madam, your mother craves a discussion with you.
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Romeo. What is her mother?
Nurse. Marry, available,
Her mother is the lady of the house,
And a good lady, and a wise and virtuous
I nursed her daughter, that yous talk'd withal;
I tell you, he that tin lay hold of her
Shall accept the chinks.
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Juliet. Come hither, nurse. What is yond gentleman?
Nurse. The son and heir of former Tiberio.
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Juliet. What's he that now is going out of door?
Nurse. Marry, that, I recollect, exist immature Petrucio.
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Juliet. What'due south he that follows there, that would not dance?
Nurse. I know not.
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Juliet. Get ask his proper noun: if he be married.
My grave is like to be my nuptials bed.
Nurse. His name is Romeo, and a Montague;
The only son of your great enemy.
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Juliet. My only love sprung from my only hate!
Besides early seen unknown, and known too late!
Prodigious birth of dearest it is to me,
That I must dearest a loathed enemy.
Nurse. What's this? what's this?
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(stage directions). [One calls inside 'Juliet.']
Nurse. Anon, anon!
Come up, let'south abroad; the strangers all are gone.
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Juliet. Three words, dear Romeo, and good night indeed.
If that thy bent of love exist honourable,
Thy purpose matrimony, send me discussion to-morrow,
Past one that I'll procure to come up to thee,
Where and what fourth dimension thou wilt perform the rite;
And all my fortunes at thy foot I'll lay
And follow thee my lord throughout the world.
Nurse. [Inside] Madam!
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Juliet. I come up, anon.—But if thou mean'st non well,
I do beseech thee—
Nurse. [Within] Madam!
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Benvolio. Two, ii; a shirt and a smock.
Nurse. Peter!
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Peter. Anon!
Nurse. My fan, Peter.
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Mercutio. Skilful Peter, to hide her face; for her fan's the
fairer confront.
Nurse. God ye good morrow, gentlemen.
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Mercutio. God ye good den, off-white gentlewoman.
Nurse. Is it practiced den?
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Mercutio. 'Tis no less, I tell you, for the bawdy paw of the
punch is now upon the prick of noon.
Nurse. Out upon yous! what a man are you!
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Romeo. One, gentlewoman, that God hath made for himself to
mar.
Nurse. By my troth, it is well said; 'for himself to mar,'
quoth a'? Gentlemen, can any of you lot tell me where I
may find the young Romeo?
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Romeo. I can tell you; but young Romeo will be older when
you have found him than he was when you sought him:
I am the youngest of that proper noun, for fault of a worse.
Nurse. You say well.
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Mercutio. Yea, is the worst well? very well took, i' faith;
wisely, wisely.
Nurse. if you be he, sir, I desire some conviction with
you.
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(stage directions). [Exeunt MERCUTIO and BENVOLIO]
Nurse. Ally, bye! I pray you lot, sir, what saucy
merchant was this, that was so full of his ropery?
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Romeo. A admirer, nurse, that loves to hear himself talk,
and volition speak more in a infinitesimal than he will stand
to in a month.
Nurse. An a' speak any thing against me, I'll take him
downwardly, an a' were lustier than he is, and twenty such
Jacks; and if I cannot, I'll detect those that shall.
Scurvy knave! I am none of his flirt-gills; I am
none of his skains-mates. And thou must stand by
besides, and suffer every knave to use me at his pleasure?
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Peter. I saw no man use you a pleasure; if I had, my weapon
should quickly take been out, I warrant you: I cartel
draw every bit shortly every bit another man, if I see occasion in a
good quarrel, and the law on my side.
Nurse. Now, afore God, I am so vexed, that every part about
me quivers. Scurvy knave! Pray you, sir, a discussion:
and every bit I told you, my young lady bade me inquire you
out; what she bade me say, I will keep to myself:
but first permit me tell ye, if ye should lead her into
a fool's paradise, as they say, it were a very gross
kind of behavior, every bit they say: for the gentlewoman
is young; and, therefore, if you should deal double
with her, truly information technology were an sick affair to be offered
to whatsoever gentlewoman, and very weak dealing.
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Romeo. Nurse, commend me to thy lady and mistress. I
protest unto thee—
Nurse. Good heart, and, i' faith, I volition tell her every bit much:
Lord, Lord, she will be a joyful woman.
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Romeo. What wilt thou tell her, nurse? yard dost not marking me.
Nurse. I will tell her, sir, that you practice protest; which, as
I take information technology, is a gentlemanlike offer.
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Romeo. Bid her devise
Some means to come to shrift this afternoon;
And there she shall at Friar Laurence' prison cell
Be shrived and married. Hither is for thy pains.
Nurse. No truly sir; non a penny.
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Romeo. Go to; I say you shall.
Nurse. This afternoon, sir? well, she shall be at that place.
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Romeo. And stay, expert nurse, backside 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 meridian-gallant of my joy
Must exist my convoy in the underground night.
Farewell; be trusty, and I'll quit thy pains:
Farewell; commend me to thy mistress.
Nurse. Now God in heaven bless thee! Hark y'all, sir.
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Romeo. What say'st yard, my dear nurse?
Nurse. Is your human hugger-mugger? Did y'all ne'er hear say,
Two may keep counsel, putting one away?
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Romeo. I warrant thee, my man's as true equally steel.
Nurse. Well, sir; my mistress is the sweetest lady—Lord,
Lord! when 'twas a fiddling prating thing:—O, at that place
is a nobleman in town, ane Paris, that would fain
lay knife aboard; merely she, good soul, had as lief
see a toad, a very toad, as meet him. I anger her
sometimes and tell her that Paris is the properer
homo; just, I'll warrant you, when I say so, she looks
as pale as any clout in the versal globe. Doth not
rosemary and Romeo begin both with a letter?
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Romeo. Ay, nurse; what of that? both with an R.
Nurse. Ah. mocker! that's the dog'south name; R is for
the—No; I know information technology begins with some other
letter:—and she hath the prettiest sententious of
it, of yous and rosemary, that it would do you good
to hear it.
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Romeo. Commend me to thy lady.
Nurse. Ay, a 1000 times.
[Exit Romeo]
Peter!
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Peter. Anon!
Nurse. Peter, take my fan, and become before and quickly.
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Juliet. The clock struck 9 when I did send the nurse;
In half an hour she promised to return.
Perchance she cannot meet him: that'southward not so.
O, she is lame! love's heralds should be thoughts,
Which 10 times faster glide than the sunday'southward beams,
Driving back shadows over louring hills:
Therefore do nimble-pinion'd doves draw love,
And therefore hath the wind-swift Cupid wings.
At present is the sunday upon the highmost hill
Of this day'southward journey, and from ix till twelve
Is three long hours, nonetheless she is not come up.
Had she affections and warm youthful blood,
She would be as swift in motion equally a brawl;
My words would bandy her to my sweet love,
And his to me:
But old folks, many feign as they were expressionless;
Unwieldy, slow, heavy and pale as pb.
O God, she comes!
[Enter Nurse and PETER]
O honey nurse, what news?
Hast thou met with him? Ship thy human being away.
Nurse. Peter, stay at the gate.
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Juliet. Now, good sweet nurse,—O Lord, why look'st one thousand sad?
Though news exist sad, yet tell them merrily;
If skilful, thou shamest the music of sweet news
Past playing it to me with so sour a face.
Nurse. I am a-weary, give me leave awhile:
Fie, how my bones ache! what a jaunt have I had!
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Juliet. I would m hadst my bones, and I thy news:
Nay, come, I pray thee, speak; good, skillful nurse, speak.
Nurse. Jesu, what haste? can you not stay awhile?
Do you not see that I am out of jiff?
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Juliet. How art g out of jiff, when thou hast breath
To say to me that thou fine art out of jiff?
The excuse that thou dost brand in this delay
Is longer than the tale k dost alibi.
Is thy news good, or bad? answer to that;
Say either, and I'll stay the circumstance:
Permit me be satisfied, is't skilful or bad?
Nurse. Well, you have made a unproblematic choice; yous know not
how to cull a human being: Romeo! no, non he; though his
face be amend than any man's, even so his leg excels
all men's; and for a hand, and a human foot, and a trunk,
though they be not to be talked on, all the same they are
past compare: he is non the flower of courtesy,
simply, I'll warrant him, equally gentle equally a lamb. Go thy
ways, wench; serve God. What, take you dined at domicile?
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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 every bit information technology 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 jaunting upwards and downward!
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Juliet. I' faith, I am sorry that chiliad art non well.
Sweet, sweet, sweetness nurse, tell me, what says my dearest?
Nurse. Your love says, similar an honest gentleman, and a
courteous, and a kind, and a handsome, and, I
warrant, a virtuous,—Where is your mother?
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Juliet. Where is my mother! why, she is inside;
Where should she be? How oddly m repliest!
'Your honey says, like an honest admirer,
Where is your mother?'
Nurse. O God's lady dear!
Are yous then hot? marry, come up, I trow;
Is this the poultice for my aching bones?
Henceforward do your letters yourself.
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Juliet. Here's such a coil! come up, what says Romeo?
Nurse. Accept you got leave to go to shrift to-day?
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Juliet. I take.
Nurse. Then hie you hence to Friar Laurence' cell;
There stays a husband to make you a married woman:
Now comes the wanton claret upwards in your cheeks,
They'll be in scarlet straight at any news.
Hie you to church; I must some other fashion,
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 please,
But you shall behave the burden soon at night.
Become; I'll to dinner: hie y'all to the cell.
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Juliet. Gallop apace, you fiery-footed steeds,
Towards Phoebus' lodging: such a wagoner
As Phaethon would whip yous to the due west,
And bring in cloudy nighttime immediately.
Spread thy close drape, dearest-performing nighttime,
That runaway'south eyes may flash and Romeo
Leap to these arms, untalk'd of and unseen.
Lovers can meet to do their dotty rites
Past their own beauties; or, if love exist blind,
It best agrees with nighttime. Come, ceremonious night,
Thou sober-suited matron, all in black,
And larn me how to lose a winning match,
Play'd for a pair of stainless maidenhoods:
Hood my unmann'd blood, bating in my cheeks,
With thy black mantle; till strange beloved, grown bold,
Remember true love acted uncomplicated modesty.
Come, nighttime; come up, Romeo; come, yard day in dark;
For thou wilt lie upon the wings of night
Whiter than new snow on a raven's back.
Come, gentle night, come, loving, black-brow'd night,
Give me my Romeo; and, when he shall die,
Take him and cutting him out in little stars,
And he will make the face of sky so fine
That all the globe volition be in love with night
And pay no worship to the garish dominicus.
O, I have bought the mansion of a love,
Simply not possess'd it, and, though I am sold,
Not nonetheless enjoy'd: and so tedious is this day
As is the dark earlier some festival
To an impatient child that hath new robes
And may non wear them. O, here comes my nurse,
And she brings news; and every tongue that speaks
But Romeo's proper name speaks heavenly eloquence.
[Enter Nurse, with cords]
Now, nurse, what news? What hast thou there? the cords
That Romeo bid thee fetch?
Nurse. Ay, ay, the cords.
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Juliet. Ay me! what news? why dost thou wring thy hands?
Nurse. Ah, well-a-mean solar day! he'due south dead, he's dead, he's dead!
We are undone, lady, we are undone!
Alack the day! he's gone, he's kill'd, he'southward dead!
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Juliet. Can heaven exist so envious?
Nurse. Romeo tin can,
Though sky cannot: O Romeo, Romeo!
Who ever would have idea information technology? Romeo!
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Juliet. What devil fine art thou, that dost torment me thus?
This torture should be roar'd in dismal hell.
Hath Romeo slain himself? say thou but 'I,'
And that bare vowel 'I' shall poison more
Than the expiry-darting eye of cockatrice:
I am not I, if there be such an I;
Or those eyes shut, that make thee reply 'I.'
If he exist slain, say 'I'; or if not, no:
Brief sounds determine of my weal or woe.
Nurse. I saw the wound, I saw it with mine eyes,—
God relieve the mark!—here on his manly breast:
A piteous corse, a encarmine piteous corse;
Pale, pale as ashes, all bedaub'd in blood,
All in gore-blood; I swounded at the sight.
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Juliet. O, interruption, my center! poor bankrupt, break at one time!
To prison house, optics, ne'er look on liberty!
Vile earth, to globe resign; terminate move hither;
And thou and Romeo press one heavy bier!
Nurse. O Tybalt, Tybalt, the all-time friend I had!
O courteous Tybalt! honest gentleman!
That ever I should live to see thee dead!
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Juliet. What storm is this that blows then contrary?
Is Romeo slaughter'd, and is Tybalt dead?
My dearest-loved cousin, and my dearer lord?
Then, dreadful trumpet, sound the general doom!
For who is living, if those two are gone?
Nurse. Tybalt is gone, and Romeo banished;
Romeo that kill'd him, he is banished.
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Juliet. O God! did Romeo's hand shed Tybalt'south claret?
Nurse. It did, it did; alas the solar day, information technology did!
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Juliet. O serpent heart, hid with a flowering face!
Did ever dragon go on and so fair a cave?
Cute tyrant! fiend angelical!
Pigeon-feather'd raven! wolvish-ravening lamb!
Despised substance of divinest show!
Just opposite to what thou justly seem'st,
A damned saint, an honourable villain!
O nature, what hadst thou to do in hell,
When thou didst bower the spirit of a fiend
In moral paradise of such sweet mankind?
Was ever book containing such vile matter
So fairly spring? O that cant should dwell
In such a gorgeous palace!
Nurse. There'southward no trust,
No faith, no honesty in men; all perjured,
All forsworn, all naught, all dissemblers.
Ah, where'due south my man? give me some aqua vitae:
These griefs, these woes, these sorrows make me old.
Shame come to Romeo!
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Juliet. Blister'd be thy tongue
For such a wish! he was non born to shame:
Upon his brow shame is ashamed to sit down;
For 'tis a throne where accolade may be crown'd
Sole monarch of the universal earth.
O, what a fauna was I to chide at him!
Nurse. Will you speak well of him that kill'd your cousin?
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Juliet. Shall I speak ill of him that is my husband?
Ah, poor my lord, what tongue shall smooth thy name,
When I, thy three-hours wife, take mangled it?
But, wherefore, villain, didst thou kill my cousin?
That villain cousin would accept kill'd my hubby:
Back, foolish tears, back to your native leap;
Your tributary drops vest to woe,
Which you lot, mistaking, offer upwards to joy.
My husband lives, that Tybalt would take slain;
And Tybalt's dead, that would have slain my husband:
All this is comfort; wherefore cry I then?
Some give-and-take there was, worser than Tybalt'due south death,
That murder'd me: I would forget it fain;
But, O, it presses to my retention,
Like damned guilty deeds to sinners' minds:
'Tybalt is expressionless, and Romeo—banished;'
That 'banished,' that i give-and-take 'banished,'
Hath slain ten thousand Tybalts. Tybalt's death
Was woe enough, if it had concluded there:
Or, if sour woe delights in fellowship
And needly will be rank'd with other griefs,
Why follow'd not, when she said 'Tybalt's dead,'
Thy begetter, or thy female parent, nay, or both,
Which modernistic lamentations might have moved?
Simply with a rear-ward following Tybalt'south expiry,
'Romeo is banished,' to speak that discussion,
Is begetter, mother, Tybalt, Romeo, Juliet,
All slain, all expressionless. 'Romeo is banished!'
There is no cease, no limit, measure out, bound,
In that word's expiry; no words can that woe audio.
Where is my father, and my mother, nurse?
Nurse. Weeping and wailing over Tybalt's corse:
Will you go to them? I will bring you thither.
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Juliet. Wash they his wounds with tears: mine shall be spent,
When theirs are dry, for Romeo's adjournment.
Take upwards those cords: poor ropes, you are beguiled,
Both you lot and I; for Romeo is exiled:
He made you for a highway to my bed;
Just I, a maid, die maiden-widowed.
Come, cords, come, nurse; I'll to my wedding-bed;
And death, non Romeo, take my maidenhead!
Nurse. Hie to your bedchamber: I'll discover Romeo
To comfort you lot: I wot well where he is.
Hark ye, your Romeo will be hither at dark:
I'll to him; he is hid at Laurence' jail cell.
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Friar Laurence. Hark, how they knock! Who's in that location? Romeo, arise;
Thou wilt exist taken. Stay awhile! Stand up up;
[Knocking]
Run to my written report. By and past! God's volition,
What simpleness is this! I come, I come!
[Knocking]
Who knocks and then hard? whence come you? what'south your will?
Nurse. [Within] Let me come in, and yous shall know
my errand;
I come from Lady Juliet.
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(stage directions). [Enter Nurse]
Nurse. O holy friar, O, tell me, holy friar,
Where is my lady'due south lord, where's Romeo?
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Friar Laurence. There on the ground, with his ain tears made boozer.
Nurse. O, he is even in my mistress' case,
Simply in her case! O woful sympathy!
Piteous predicament! Even so lies she,
Blubbering and weeping, weeping and blubbering.
Stand up, stand up up; stand, and you be a man:
For Juliet's sake, for her sake, rise and stand;
Why should you autumn into so deep an O?
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Romeo. Nurse!
Nurse. Ah sir! ah sir! Well, death's the cease of all.
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Romeo. Spakest thou of Juliet? how is it with her?
Doth she non recollect me an former murderer,
Now I have stain'd the babyhood of our joy
With blood removed but picayune from her own?
Where is she? and how doth she? and what says
My conceal'd lady to our cancell'd love?
Nurse. O, she says naught, sir, but weeps and weeps;
And now falls on her bed; and then starts up,
And Tybalt calls; and so on Romeo cries,
And then down falls once again.
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Friar Laurence. Hold thy desperate hand:
Fine art thou a man? thy form cries out thou art:
Thy tears are womanish; thy wild acts denote
The unreasonable fury of a animal:
Unseemly woman in a seeming homo!
Or ill-beseeming brute in seeming both!
Thou hast amazed me: past my holy gild,
I thought thy disposition better temper'd.
Hast thou slain Tybalt? wilt chiliad slay thyself?
And stay thy lady too that lives in thee,
Past doing damned hate upon thyself?
Why rail'st k on thy nativity, the sky, and earth?
Since nativity, and heaven, and earth, all three do meet
In thee at once; which 1000 at one time wouldst lose.
Fie, fie, thousand shamest thy shape, thy love, thy wit;
Which, like a usurer, abound'st in all,
And usest none in that true use indeed
Which should bedeck thy shape, thy honey, thy wit:
Thy noble shape is but a form of wax,
Digressing from the valour of a man;
Thy dear love sworn just hollow perjury,
Killing that love which thou hast vow'd to cherish;
Thy wit, that ornament to shape and love,
Misshapen in the conduct of them both,
Like powder in a skitless soldier'south flask,
Is set up afire by thine own ignorance,
And thou amputate'd with thine own defence.
What, rouse thee, man! thy Juliet is alive,
For whose beloved sake thou wast just lately dead;
There art k happy: Tybalt would kill thee,
But thou slew'st Tybalt; there are g happy too:
The law that threaten'd death becomes thy friend
And turns information technology to exile; at that place art g happy:
A pack of blessings lights upwardly upon thy back;
Happiness courts thee in her best array;
But, similar a misbehaved and sullen wench,
Grand pout'st upon thy fortune and thy love:
Accept listen, take heed, for such dice miserable.
Go, get thee to thy love, every bit was decreed,
Ascend her chamber, hence and comfort her:
Merely look k stay not till the picket exist set,
For then grand canst not pass to Mantua;
Where thou shalt live, till nosotros can observe a time
To blaze your marriage, reconcile your friends,
Beg pardon of the prince, and phone call thee back
With xx hundred grand times more joy
Than chiliad went'st along in lamentation.
Go before, nurse: commend me to thy lady;
And bid her hasten all the house to bed,
Which heavy sorrow makes them apt unto:
Romeo is coming.
Nurse. O Lord, I could have stay'd here all the night
To hear good counsel: O, what learning is!
My lord, I'll tell my lady you volition come.
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Romeo. Exercise so, and bid my sweetness prepare to chide.
Nurse. Here, sir, a ring she bid me give you, sir:
Hie you, make haste, for information technology grows very belatedly.
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(stage directions). [Enter Nurse, to the chamber]
Nurse. Madam!
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Juliet. Nurse?
Nurse. Your lady mother is coming to your bedchamber:
The day is broke; be wary, look about.
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Capulet. Hang thee, young luggage! disobedient wretch!
I tell thee what: get thee to church o' Th,
Or never later on look me in the confront:
Speak not, reply not, practise not respond me;
My fingers itch. Wife, we scarce thought the states blest
That God had lent us merely this only child;
But now I meet this 1 is one too much,
And that nosotros have a curse in having her:
Out on her, hilding!
Nurse. God in heaven bless her!
You are to blame, my lord, to rate her so.
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Capulet. And why, my lady wisdom? hold your tongue,
Skilful prudence; smatter with your gossips, become.
Nurse. I speak no treason.
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Capulet. O, God ye god-den.
Nurse. May not one speak?
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Juliet. O God!—O nurse, how shall this be prevented?
My husband is on earth, my faith in heaven;
How shall that faith return again to earth,
Unless that married man ship information technology me from heaven
Past leaving world? condolement me, counsel me.
Alack, alack, that heaven should practice stratagems
Upon then soft a subject as myself!
What say'st 1000? hast thou not a word of joy?
Some comfort, nurse.
Nurse. Organized religion, hither it is.
Romeo is blackball'd; and all the globe to nothing,
That he dares ne'er come back to challenge you lot;
Or, if he do, it needs must be by stealth.
Then, since the example and then stands every bit now it doth,
I think information technology best you married with the canton.
O, he'due south a lovely gentleman!
Romeo'south a dishclout to him: an hawkeye, madam,
Hath not then dark-green, and so quick, then off-white an eye
Every bit Paris hath. Beshrew my very heart,
I think you are happy in this 2nd lucifer,
For it excels your start: or if it did not,
Your first is dead; or 'twere every bit practiced he were,
As living here and you no utilise of him.
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Juliet. Speakest g from thy heart?
Nurse. And from my soul besides;
Or else beshrew them both.
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Juliet. Amen!
Nurse. What?
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Juliet. Well, thou hast comforted me marvellous much.
Go in: and tell my lady I am gone,
Having displeased my male parent, to Laurence' jail cell,
To make confession and to be absolved.
Nurse. Marry, I will; and this is wisely done.
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Capulet. Get, exist gone.
[Exit Second Servant]
We shall be much unfurnished for this time.
What, is my daughter gone to Friar Laurence?
Nurse. Ay, forsooth.
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Capulet. Well, he may chance to exercise some skillful on her:
A peevish self-will'd harlotry information technology is.
Nurse. See where she comes from shrift with merry wait.
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Lady Capulet. Agree, take these keys, and fetch more spices, nurse.
Nurse. They call for dates and quinces in the pastry.
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Capulet. Come, stir, stir, stir! the 2d cock hath crow'd,
The curfew-bell hath rung, 'tis three o'clock:
Look to the baked meats, good Angelica:
Spare not for the cost.
Nurse. Become, y'all cot-quean, get,
Get you to bed; faith, You'll be ill to-morrow
For this evening's watching.
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(stage directions). [Enter Nurse]
Nurse. Mistress! what, mistress! Juliet! fast, I warrant her, she:
Why, lamb! why, lady! fie, yous slug-a-bed!
Why, love, I say! madam! sweetness-heart! why, bride!
What, not a word? you take your pennyworths now;
Slumber for a week; for the next nighttime, I warrant,
The County Paris hath fix his residuum,
That you shall residual but little. God forgive me,
Marry, and amen, how sound is she asleep!
I must needs wake her. Madam, madam, madam!
Ay, let the county take you in your bed;
He'll fright you upwardly, i' faith. Will it not be?
[Undraws the curtains]
What, dress'd! and in your clothes! and down once again!
I must needs wake yous; Lady! lady! lady!
Alas, alas! Assist, help! my lady's dead!
O, well-a-day, that e'er I was built-in!
Some aqua vitae, ho! My lord! my lady!
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Lady Capulet. What racket is here?
Nurse. O deplorable mean solar day!
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Lady Capulet. What is the matter?
Nurse. Look, look! O heavy day!
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Capulet. For shame, bring Juliet forth; her lord is come up.
Nurse. She's expressionless, deceased, she's dead; alack the day!
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Capulet. Ha! let me see her: out, alas! she's cold:
Her blood is settled, and her joints are strong;
Life and these lips accept long been separated:
Decease lies on her like an untimely frost
Upon the sweetest flower of all the field.
Nurse. O sorry 24-hour interval!
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Lady Capulet. Accursed, unhappy, wretched, mean day!
Nigh miserable 60 minutes that east'er time saw
In lasting labour of his pilgrimage!
Simply ane, poor one, one poor and loving kid,
But one thing to rejoice and solace in,
And cruel death hath catch'd information technology from my sight!
Nurse. O woe! O woful, woful, woful solar day!
Nigh lamentable day, near woful day,
That e'er, always, I did yet behold!
O day! O day! O solar day! O hateful 24-hour interval!
Never was seen so blackness a day equally this:
O woful day, O woful day!
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First Musician. Faith, we may put up our pipes, and be gone.
Nurse. Honest goodfellows, ah, put up, put upwardly;
For, well yous know, this is a sorry case.
Source: https://www.opensourceshakespeare.org/views/plays/characters/charlines.php?CharID=nurse-rj&WorkID=romeojuliet&cues=1
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