Page 3185 - Shakespeare - Vol. 1
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NURSE
Ay, a thousand times. Peter!
PET ER
Anon.
NURSE
Before, and apace.
Exeunt.
Scene V IT
Enter Juliet.
JULIET
The clock struck nine when I did send the Nurse,
In half an hour she promis’d 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 [5]
Driving back shadows over lowering hills.
Therefore do nimble-pinion’d doves draw Love,
And therefore hath the wind-swift Cupid wings.
Now is the sun upon the highmost hill
Of this day’s journey, and from nine till twelve [10]
Is three long hours, yet she is not come.
Had she affections and warm youthful blood
She would be as swift in motion as a ball:
My words would bandy her to my sweet love,
And his to me. [15]
But old folks, many feign as they were dead -
Unwieldy, slow, heavy, and pale as lead.
Enter Nurse (and Peter).
O God she comes. O honey Nurse, what news?
Hast thou met with him? Send thy man away.
NURSE
Peter, stay at the gate. [20]
(Exit Peter.)
