Wilt Thou Come Not Back Again
Speeches (Lines) for Nurse
in "Romeo and Juliet"
Total: ninety
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Lady Capulet. Nurse, where's my daughter? call her forth to me.
Nurse. At present, by my maidenhead, at twelve twelvemonth old,
I bade her come. What, lamb! what, ladybird!
God foreclose! Where's this girl? What, Juliet!
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Juliet. How now! who calls?
Nurse. Your female parent.
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Lady Capulet. This is the matter:—Nurse, give leave awhile,
Nosotros must talk in secret:—nurse, come back once again;
I have remember'd me, thou'due south hear our counsel.
Thou know'st my girl'due south of a pretty age.
Nurse. Faith, I can tell her age unto an 60 minutes.
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Lady Capulet. She'southward not xiv.
Nurse. I'll lay fourteen of my teeth,—
And yet, to my teeth be it spoken, I take but four—
She is not xiv. How long is information technology at present
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 14.
Susan and she—God rest all Christian souls!—
Were of an age: well, Susan is with God;
She was too expert for me: but, as I said,
On Lammas-eve at nighttime shall she exist fourteen;
That shall she, marry; I remember information technology well.
'Tis since the earthquake now eleven years;
And she was wean'd,—I never shall forget it,—
Of all the days of the year, upon that day:
For I had then laid wormwood to my dug,
Sitting in the sunday nether the dove-house wall;
My lord and you lot were and then at Mantua:—
Nay, I do carry a encephalon:—but, as I said,
When it did gustation the wormwood on the nipple
Of my dug and felt information technology biting, pretty fool,
To meet it tetchy and autumn out with the dug!
Shake quoth the dove-house: 'twas no need, I trow,
To bid me trudge:
And since that time it is 11 years;
For then she could stand up solitary; nay, by the rood,
She could have run and waddled all about;
For fifty-fifty the day before, she broke her forehead:
And and then my husband—God be with his soul!
A' was a merry human—took upwardly the kid:
'Yea,' quoth he, 'dost thou autumn upon thy face?
Thou wilt fall backward when m hast more wit;
Wilt thou not, Jule?' and, by my holidame,
The pretty wretch left crying and said 'Ay.'
To come across, now, how a jest shall come about!
I warrant, an I should live a g years,
I never should forget information technology: 'Wilt thou not, Jule?' quoth he;
And, pretty fool, it stinted and said 'Ay.'
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Lady Capulet. Enough of this; I pray thee, concur thy peace.
Nurse. Aye, madam: yet I cannot cull but laugh,
To think it should leave crying and say 'Ay.'
And yet, I warrant, it had upon its brow
A bump as large as a immature cockerel's stone;
A parlous knock; and it cried bitterly:
'Yea,' quoth my husband,'fall'st upon thy face?
Thou wilt autumn backward when thou comest to age;
Wilt thou not, Jule?' it stinted and said 'Ay.'
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Juliet. And stint thousand as well, I pray thee, nurse, say I.
Nurse. Peace, I accept done. God mark thee to his grace!
Thou wast the prettiest babe that ever I nursed:
An I might live to see thee married in one case,
I have my wish.
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Juliet. Information technology is an honour that I dream not of.
Nurse. An honour! were non I thine only nurse,
I would say thou hadst suck'd wisdom from thy teat.
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Lady Capulet. Well, think of marriage at present; younger than you,
Here in Verona, ladies of esteem,
Are fabricated already mothers: by my count,
I was your mother much upon these years
That you lot are at present a maid. Thus then in brief:
The valiant Paris seeks y'all for his love.
Nurse. A man, young lady! lady, such a man
As all the world—why, he'south a homo of wax.
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Lady Capulet. Verona's summer hath not such a flower.
Nurse. Nay, he'southward a bloom; in faith, a very flower.
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Lady Capulet. What say you? can you dear the admirer?
Tonight you shall behold him at our feast;
Read o'er the volume of young Paris' face,
And notice delight writ in that location with beauty'southward 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 beautify him, just lacks a cover:
The fish lives in the sea, and 'tis much pride
For fair without the fair within to hide:
That book in many's optics doth share the glory,
That in golden clasps locks in the golden story;
So shall you share all that he doth possess,
By having him, making yourself no less.
Nurse. No less! nay, bigger; women grow by men.
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Lady Capulet. We follow thee.
[Get out Retainer]
Juliet, the county stays.
Nurse. Go, girl, seek happy nights to happy days.
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Juliet. Y'all kiss by the volume.
Nurse. Madam, your mother craves a word with you.
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Romeo. What is her mother?
Nurse. Marry, bachelor,
Her female parent is the lady of the house,
And a proficient lady, and a wise and virtuous
I nursed her daughter, that you talk'd withal;
I tell yous, he that can lay hold of her
Shall have the chinks.
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Juliet. Come here, nurse. What is yond gentleman?
Nurse. The son and heir of old Tiberio.
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Juliet. What's he that now is going out of door?
Nurse. Marry, that, I think, be young Petrucio.
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Juliet. What'south he that follows in that location, that would not dance?
Nurse. I know non.
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Juliet. Go ask his proper noun: if he be married.
My grave is similar to exist my wedding bed.
Nurse. His name is Romeo, and a Montague;
The only son of your great enemy.
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Juliet. My but love sprung from my only hate!
Too early seen unknown, and known too tardily!
Prodigious birth of love information technology is to me,
That I must love a loathed enemy.
Nurse. What'southward this? what'due south this?
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(stage directions). [One calls within 'Juliet.']
Nurse. Anon, anon!
Come up, let'southward away; the strangers all are gone.
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Juliet. Three words, dear Romeo, and good night indeed.
If that thy bent of honey be honourable,
Thy purpose marriage, ship me give-and-take to-morrow,
By one that I'll procure to come to thee,
Where and what time thousand wilt perform the rite;
And all my fortunes at thy foot I'll lay
And follow thee my lord throughout the earth.
Nurse. [Within] Madam!
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Juliet. I come, betimes.—But if one thousand mean'st non well,
I exercise beseech thee—
Nurse. [Within] Madam!
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Benvolio. Two, two; a shirt and a smock.
Nurse. Peter!
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Peter. Anon!
Nurse. My fan, Peter.
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Mercutio. Practiced Peter, to hide her face up; for her fan's the
fairer face.
Nurse. God ye good morrow, gentlemen.
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Mercutio. God ye good den, off-white gentlewoman.
Nurse. Is information technology adept den?
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Mercutio. 'Tis no less, I tell you, for the bawdy hand of the
dial is now upon the prick of noon.
Nurse. Out upon you! what a man are you!
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Romeo. I, gentlewoman, that God hath made for himself to
mar.
Nurse. Past my troth, it is well said; 'for himself to mar,'
quoth a'? Gentlemen, can whatsoever of you tell me where I
may find the young Romeo?
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Romeo. I tin can tell you lot; but immature Romeo will exist older when
you have found him than he was when you sought him:
I am the youngest of that name, for fault of a worse.
Nurse. You say well.
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Mercutio. Yea, is the worst well? very well took, i' religion;
wisely, wisely.
Nurse. if you lot exist he, sir, I desire some confidence with
you.
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(stage directions). [Exeunt MERCUTIO and BENVOLIO]
Nurse. Marry, adieu! I pray you, sir, what saucy
merchant was this, that was so full of his ropery?
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Romeo. A gentleman, nurse, that loves to hear himself talk,
and will speak more in a minute than he will stand
to in a month.
Nurse. An a' speak any matter against me, I'll take him
down, an a' were lustier than he is, and twenty such
Jacks; and if I cannot, I'll find those that shall.
Scurvy knave! I am none of his flirt-gills; I am
none of his skains-mates. And g must stand past
as well, and suffer every knave to apply me at his pleasure?
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Peter. I saw no man use you a pleasance; if I had, my weapon
should speedily have been out, I warrant you: I cartel
draw as soon as another human being, if I see occasion in a
good quarrel, and the police on my side.
Nurse. Now, afore God, I am so vexed, that every role almost
me quivers. Scurvy knave! Pray y'all, sir, a word:
and equally I told you, my immature 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'due south paradise, equally they say, it were a very gross
kind of behavior, as they say: for the gentlewoman
is young; and, therefore, if you should bargain double
with her, truly it were an sick thing to exist offered
to any gentlewoman, and very weak dealing.
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Romeo. Nurse, commend me to thy lady and mistress. I
protest unto thee—
Nurse. Adept heart, and, i' faith, I will tell her as much:
Lord, Lord, she volition be a joyful woman.
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Romeo. What wilt thousand tell her, nurse? m dost non mark me.
Nurse. I will tell her, sir, that you do protestation; which, as
I accept it, is a gentlemanlike offering.
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Romeo. Bid her devise
Some means to come to shrift this afternoon;
And there she shall at Friar Laurence' cell
Be shrived and married. Here is for thy pains.
Nurse. No truly sir; non a penny.
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Romeo. Become to; I say you shall.
Nurse. This afternoon, sir? well, she shall be there.
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Romeo. And stay, good nurse, backside the abbey wall:
Within this hr 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.
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Romeo. What say'st chiliad, my dearest nurse?
Nurse. Is your human being secret? Did yous ne'er hear say,
Two may keep counsel, putting one away?
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Romeo. I warrant thee, my human's as truthful as steel.
Nurse. Well, sir; my mistress is the sweetest lady—Lord,
Lord! when 'twas a petty prating thing:—O, there
is a nobleman in boondocks, one Paris, that would fain
lay knife aboard; merely she, good soul, had equally lief
see a toad, a very toad, as run across 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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Romeo. Ay, nurse; what of that? both with an R.
Nurse. Ah. mocker! that's the domestic dog's name; R is for
the—No; I know it begins with another
letter:—and she hath the prettiest sententious of
information technology, of you and rosemary, that information technology would practice yous good
to hear it.
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Romeo. Commend me to thy lady.
Nurse. Ay, a k times.
[Get out Romeo]
Peter!
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Peter. Anon!
Nurse. Peter, take my fan, and go before and chop-chop.
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Juliet. The clock struck ix when I did send the nurse;
In one-half an hour she promised to return.
Perchance she cannot meet him: that's non so.
O, she is lame! love's heralds should be thoughts,
Which ten times faster glide than the dominicus's beams,
Driving back shadows over louring hills:
Therefore practice nimble-pinion'd doves draw love,
And therefore hath the wind-swift Cupid wings.
At present is the sunday upon the highmost loma
Of this day's journey, and from nine till twelve
Is iii long hours, withal she is not come.
Had she angel and warm youthful blood,
She would be as swift in motion as a ball;
My words would swap her to my sweetness love,
And his to me:
But quondam folks, many feign as they were dead;
Unwieldy, slow, heavy and pale as lead.
O God, she comes!
[Enter Nurse and PETER]
O honey nurse, what news?
Hast g met with him? Transport thy man away.
Nurse. Peter, stay at the gate.
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Juliet. At present, good sugariness nurse,—O Lord, why expect'st thou pitiful?
Though news be sad, yet tell them merrily;
If proficient, thou shamest the music of sweet news
By playing information technology to me with and 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 thou hadst my bones, and I thy news:
Nay, come up, I pray thee, speak; expert, good nurse, speak.
Nurse. Jesu, what haste? can you non stay awhile?
Do you non see that I am out of breath?
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Juliet. How art thou out of jiff, when thou hast breath
To say to me that one thousand art out of breath?
The excuse that thou dost brand in this delay
Is longer than the tale m dost excuse.
Is thy news expert, or bad? answer to that;
Say either, and I'll stay the circumstance:
Let me be satisfied, is't good or bad?
Nurse. Well, you have made a simple pick; yous know not
how to choose a man: Romeo! no, not he; though his
confront be better than whatsoever man'due south, nonetheless his leg excels
all men's; and for a mitt, and a foot, and a body,
though they be non to exist talked on, yet they are
by compare: he is not the flower of courtesy,
but, I'll warrant him, as gentle as a lamb. Become thy
ways, wench; serve God. What, accept y'all dined at habitation?
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Juliet. No, no: just all this did I know before.
What says he of our spousal relationship? what of that?
Nurse. Lord, how my head aches! what a caput have I!
It beats as it would autumn in twenty pieces.
My dorsum o' t' other side,—O, my back, my back!
Beshrew your heart for sending me nearly,
To catch my death with jaunting upward and down!
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Juliet. I' faith, I am sorry that thou art non well.
Sweet, sweet, sugariness nurse, tell me, what says my dear?
Nurse. Your dear says, like 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 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 yous so hot? marry, come upwards, I trow;
Is this the poultice for my aching bones?
Henceforward practise your messages yourself.
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Juliet. Here's such a coil! come, what says Romeo?
Nurse. Take you got exit to go to shrift to-twenty-four hour period?
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Juliet. I have.
Nurse. Then hie you hence to Friar Laurence' jail cell;
In that location stays a husband to make y'all a wife:
Now comes the wanton blood up in your cheeks,
They'll exist in cherry straight at any news.
Hie you to church; I must another manner,
To fetch a ladder, by the which your love
Must climb a bird'southward nest soon when it is dark:
I am the grubber and toil in your delight,
Just you shall bear the burden soon at dark.
Become; I'll to dinner: hie you to the cell.
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Juliet. Gallop chop-chop, y'all fiery-footed steeds,
Towards Phoebus' lodging: such a wagoner
Equally Phaethon would whip you to the w,
And bring in cloudy night immediately.
Spread thy close curtain, love-performing night,
That delinquent'due south eyes may flash and Romeo
Leap to these artillery, untalk'd of and unseen.
Lovers tin see to do their amorous rites
By their ain beauties; or, if honey exist blind,
It best agrees with night. Come, civil night,
Thou sober-suited matron, all in black,
And learn 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 honey, grown bold,
Think true love acted elementary modesty.
Come, nighttime; come, Romeo; come up, thou mean solar day in night;
For thou wilt lie upon the wings of nighttime
Whiter than new snow on a raven's back.
Come, gentle night, come, loving, black-brow'd nighttime,
Give me my Romeo; and, when he shall die,
Take him and cut him out in fiddling stars,
And he volition make the confront of sky then fine
That all the world will be in love with dark
And pay no worship to the garish sun.
O, I accept bought the mansion of a dear,
But non possess'd it, and, though I am sold,
Non nevertheless savour'd: so tedious is this solar day
As is the night before some festival
To an impatient child that hath new robes
And may not wear them. O, here comes my nurse,
And she brings news; and every tongue that speaks
But Romeo'due south name speaks heavenly eloquence.
[Enter Nurse, with cords]
Now, nurse, what news? What hast chiliad there? the cords
That Romeo bid thee fetch?
Nurse. Ay, ay, the cords.
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Juliet. Ay me! what news? why dost chiliad wring thy hands?
Nurse. Ah, well-a-twenty-four hours! he's dead, he's dead, he's dead!
Nosotros are undone, lady, we are undone!
Alack the twenty-four hours! he'due south gone, he'due south impale'd, he's expressionless!
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Juliet. Can heaven be so envious?
Nurse. Romeo tin can,
Though heaven cannot: O Romeo, Romeo!
Who ever would take idea it? Romeo!
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Juliet. What devil art 1000, that dost torment me thus?
This torture should exist roar'd in dismal hell.
Hath Romeo slain himself? say thou but 'I,'
And that bare vowel 'I' shall poison more
Than the death-darting eye of cockatrice:
I am not I, if there be such an I;
Or those eyes close, 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 bloody piteous corse;
Stake, stake as ashes, all bedaub'd in blood,
All in gore-blood; I swounded at the sight.
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Juliet. O, break, my center! poor bankrupt, break at one time!
To prison, eyes, ne'er await on freedom!
Vile globe, to globe resign; end motion hither;
And thou and Romeo printing ane heavy bier!
Nurse. O Tybalt, Tybalt, the best friend I had!
O courteous Tybalt! honest gentleman!
That ever I should live to meet thee dead!
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Juliet. What storm is this that blows and so contrary?
Is Romeo slaughter'd, and is Tybalt dead?
My dear-loved cousin, and my dearer lord?
And 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'south hand shed Tybalt'southward claret?
Nurse. It did, it did; alas the day, it did!
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Juliet. O serpent heart, hid with a flowering face!
Did always dragon keep so off-white a cavern?
Beautiful tyrant! fiend angelical!
Pigeon-feather'd raven! wolvish-ravening lamb!
Despised substance of divinest testify!
Just contrary to what chiliad 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 sugariness flesh?
Was ever book containing such vile affair
So fairly bound? O that deceit should dwell
In such a gorgeous palace!
Nurse. There'due south no trust,
No religion, no honesty in men; all perjured,
All forsworn, all zippo, all dissemblers.
Ah, where's my man? requite me some aqua vitae:
These griefs, these woes, these sorrows make me old.
Shame come to Romeo!
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Juliet. Cicatrice'd be thy tongue
For such a wish! he was non born to shame:
Upon his brow shame is aback to sit;
For 'tis a throne where honour may be crown'd
Sole monarch of the universal earth.
O, what a beast was I to admonish at him!
Nurse. Will you speak well of him that impale'd your cousin?
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Juliet. Shall I speak ill of him that is my hubby?
Ah, poor my lord, what tongue shall polish thy name,
When I, thy three-hours wife, have mangled it?
Just, wherefore, villain, didst thou kill my cousin?
That villain cousin would have kill'd my husband:
Dorsum, foolish tears, back to your native leap;
Your tributary drops belong to woe,
Which y'all, mistaking, offer up to joy.
My hubby lives, that Tybalt would take slain;
And Tybalt's dead, that would have slain my husband:
All this is comfort; wherefore weep I so?
Some word in that location was, worser than Tybalt'south death,
That murder'd me: I would forget it fain;
Only, O, it presses to my retention,
Like damned guilty deeds to sinners' minds:
'Tybalt is dead, and Romeo—banished;'
That 'banished,' that one give-and-take 'banished,'
Hath slain ten thousand Tybalts. Tybalt's decease
Was woe enough, if it had ended in that location:
Or, if sour woe delights in fellowship
And needly volition be rank'd with other griefs,
Why follow'd not, when she said 'Tybalt'due south dead,'
Thy father, or thy female parent, nay, or both,
Which modern lamentations might have moved?
Only with a rear-ward following Tybalt's death,
'Romeo is banished,' to speak that word,
Is father, mother, Tybalt, Romeo, Juliet,
All slain, all dead. 'Romeo is banished!'
At that place is no finish, no limit, measure out, bound,
In that word'southward expiry; no words can that woe sound.
Where is my father, and my female parent, nurse?
Nurse. Weeping and wailing over Tybalt's corse:
Will yous get 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'southward adjournment.
Take up those cords: poor ropes, you are beguiled,
Both you and I; for Romeo is exiled:
He fabricated you for a highway to my bed;
But I, a maid, die maiden-widowed.
Come, cords, come, nurse; I'll to my wedding-bed;
And death, not Romeo, have 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 here at dark:
I'll to him; he is hid at Laurence' jail cell.
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III,3,1954
Friar Laurence. Hark, how they knock! Who's there? Romeo, arise;
1000 wilt exist taken. Stay awhile! Stand up up;
[Knocking]
Run to my study. By and by! God's will,
What simpleness is this! I come up, I come!
[Knocking]
Who knocks so difficult? whence come you? what's your will?
Nurse. [Inside] Let me come up in, and y'all 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'southward lord, where'due south Romeo?
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3,3,1962
Friar Laurence. There on the basis, with his own tears made drunk.
Nurse. O, he is even in my mistress' case,
Simply in her case! O woful sympathy!
Piteous predicament! All the same lies she,
Blubbering and weeping, weeping and blubbering.
Stand, stand up; stand, and you be a homo:
For Juliet'southward sake, for her sake, rise and stand up;
Why should you autumn into so deep an O?
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III,3,1970
Romeo. Nurse!
Nurse. Ah sir! ah sir! Well, death'south the end of all.
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III,3,1977
Romeo. Spakest one thousand of Juliet? how is it with her?
Doth she non recollect me an old murderer,
Now I have stain'd the childhood of our joy
With blood removed just little 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 zilch, sir, but weeps and weeps;
And at present falls on her bed; and then starts upwardly,
And Tybalt calls; and then on Romeo cries,
And then down falls again.
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Friar Laurence. Hold thy desperate hand:
Fine art thou a man? thy class cries out one thousand art:
Thy tears are womanish; thy wild acts denote
The unreasonable fury of a animate being:
Unseemly woman in a seeming human being!
Or ill-beseeming beast in seeming both!
Chiliad hast amazed me: by my holy order,
I idea thy disposition better atmosphere'd.
Hast thou slain Tybalt? wilt 1000 slay thyself?
And stay thy lady too that lives in thee,
Past doing damned hate upon thyself?
Why rail'st 1000 on thy birth, the sky, and globe?
Since birth, and heaven, and earth, all three do meet
In thee at once; which yard at in one case wouldst lose.
Fie, fie, 1000 shamest thy shape, thy dearest, thy wit;
Which, like a usurer, abound'st in all,
And usest none in that truthful use indeed
Which should bedeck thy shape, thy love, thy wit:
Thy noble shape is but a class of wax,
Digressing from the valour of a man;
Thy love love sworn only hollow perjury,
Killing that honey which thou hast vow'd to cherish;
Thy wit, that decoration to shape and dear,
Misshapen in the conduct of them both,
Like powder in a skitless soldier's flask,
Is set afire by thine ain ignorance,
And thou dismember'd with thine own defence.
What, rouse thee, man! thy Juliet is alive,
For whose love sake k wast but lately dead;
There fine art one thousand happy: Tybalt would kill thee,
Just 1000 slew'st Tybalt; in that location are 1000 happy too:
The police force that threaten'd death becomes thy friend
And turns it to exile; in that location art g happy:
A pack of blessings lights up upon thy dorsum;
Happiness courts thee in her best array;
Merely, similar a misbehaved and sullen wench,
G frown'st upon thy fortune and thy love:
Take heed, take heed, for such die miserable.
Go, become thee to thy honey, as was decreed,
Arise her chamber, hence and comfort her:
Just await thou stay not till the watch be ready,
For and then thou canst non pass to Mantua;
Where thou shalt alive, till nosotros can find a time
To blaze your wedlock, reconcile your friends,
Beg pardon of the prince, and call thee back
With xx hundred thou times more than joy
Than one thousand went'st forth in lamentation.
Get 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 dark
To hear skillful 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 sugariness prepare to chide.
Nurse. Here, sir, a ring she bid me give you, sir:
Hie yous, make haste, for it grows very belatedly.
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(stage directions). [Enter Nurse, to the bedroom]
Nurse. Madam!
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Juliet. Nurse?
Nurse. Your lady mother is coming to your chamber:
The solar day is broke; be wary, wait about.
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Capulet. Hang thee, immature baggage! disobedient wretch!
I tell thee what: become thee to church o' Thursday,
Or never later look me in the face:
Speak not, reply not, do not answer me;
My fingers itch. Wife, we deficient thought us blessed
That God had lent the states but this simply child;
But now I see this one is ane too much,
And that we take a expletive in having her:
Out on her, hilding!
Nurse. God in sky bless her!
You are to blame, my lord, to rate her so.
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Capulet. And why, my lady wisdom? concord your natural language,
Good prudence; smatter with your gossips, go.
Nurse. I speak no treason.
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Capulet. O, God ye god-den.
Nurse. May non 1 speak?
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Juliet. O God!—O nurse, how shall this be prevented?
My hubby is on earth, my organized religion in heaven;
How shall that faith render again to earth,
Unless that hubby send it me from heaven
By leaving world? comfort me, counsel me.
Alack, alack, that heaven should practise stratagems
Upon and so soft a subject every bit myself!
What say'st grand? hast thou not a word of joy?
Some comfort, nurse.
Nurse. Faith, here it is.
Romeo is blackball'd; and all the globe to nada,
That he dares ne'er come back to challenge you;
Or, if he do, it needs must exist past stealth.
Then, since the case and then stands as now information technology doth,
I retrieve it best you married with the county.
O, he's a lovely admirer!
Romeo's a dishclout to him: an eagle, madam,
Hath not so green, so quick, and so fair an eye
As Paris hath. Beshrew my very heart,
I think you are happy in this second match,
For it excels your first: or if it did not,
Your first is expressionless; or 'twere as proficient he were,
Equally living hither and you no apply of him.
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Juliet. Speakest yard from thy center?
Nurse. And from my soul too;
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.
Become in: and tell my lady I am gone,
Having displeased my father, to Laurence' cell,
To make confession and to be absolved.
Nurse. Ally, I will; and this is wisely washed.
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Capulet. Go, be gone.
[Exit Second Retainer]
We shall be much unfurnished for this time.
What, is my girl gone to Friar Laurence?
Nurse. Ay, forsooth.
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Capulet. Well, he may chance to exercise some expert on her:
A peevish self-volition'd harlotry it is.
Nurse. See where she comes from shrift with merry look.
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Lady Capulet. Concord, take these keys, and fetch more spices, nurse.
Nurse. They call for dates and quinces in the pastry.
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Capulet. Come up, stir, stir, stir! the second erect hath crow'd,
The curfew-bell hath rung, 'tis three o'clock:
Wait to the baked meats, practiced Angelica:
Spare not for the cost.
Nurse. Go, you lot cot-quean, go,
Get you to bed; faith, You'll exist sick to-morrow
For this night'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, you slug-a-bed!
Why, love, I say! madam! sweet-heart! why, bride!
What, not a word? you have your pennyworths at present;
Sleep for a week; for the next nighttime, I warrant,
The County Paris hath set up his remainder,
That you shall rest merely petty. God forgive me,
Marry, and amen, how sound is she asleep!
I must needs wake her. Madam, madam, madam!
Ay, permit the county have yous in your bed;
He'll fright y'all up, i' organized religion. Will it not exist?
[Undraws the curtains]
What, dress'd! and in your clothes! and downwardly again!
I must needs wake you; Lady! lady! lady!
Alas, alas! Help, help! my lady's dead!
O, well-a-day, that ever I was built-in!
Some aqua vitae, ho! My lord! my lady!
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Lady Capulet. What noise is here?
Nurse. O lamentable day!
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Lady Capulet. What is the matter?
Nurse. Expect, look! O heavy day!
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Capulet. For shame, bring Juliet forth; her lord is come up.
Nurse. She's dead, deceased, she's dead; alack the 24-hour interval!
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Capulet. Ha! let me see her: out, alas! she'southward common cold:
Her claret is settled, and her joints are strong;
Life and these lips accept long been separated:
Death lies on her like an untimely frost
Upon the sweetest flower of all the field.
Nurse. O lamentable day!
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Lady Capulet. Accursed, unhappy, wretched, hateful 24-hour interval!
Most miserable hour that ever time saw
In lasting labour of his pilgrimage!
Just one, poor ane, one poor and loving child,
Merely one thing to rejoice and solace in,
And cruel death hath catch'd it from my sight!
Nurse. O woe! O woful, woful, woful 24-hour interval!
Most lamentable day, about woful day,
That ever, always, I did yet behold!
O day! O 24-hour interval! O day! O hateful twenty-four hour period!
Never was seen so black a mean solar day as this:
O woful solar day, O woful day!
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Get-go Musician. Religion, we may put up our pipes, and be gone.
Nurse. Honest goodfellows, ah, put up, put up;
For, well yous know, this is a pitiful instance.
Source: https://www.opensourceshakespeare.org/views/plays/characters/charlines.php?CharID=nurse-rj&WorkID=romeojuliet&cues=1
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