Page 3187 - Shakespeare - Vol. 1

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 - ah, my back, my back! [50]
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, [55]
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, [60]
“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? [65]

NURSE

Have you got leave to go to shrift today?

JULIET

I have.

NURSE

Then hie you hence to Friar Laurence’ cell.
There stays a husband to make you a wife.
Now comes the wanton blood up in your cheeks. [70]