Gary Taylor, John Jowett, Terri Bourus, and Gabriel Egan (eds), The New Oxford Shakespeare: Critical Reference Edition, Vol. 1
Iu. The clocke strooke nine when I did send the Nurse,
2In halfe an houre she promised to returne,
3Perchance she cannot meete him, thats not so:
Critical Apparatus4Oh she is lame, loues heraulds should be thoughts,
Critical Apparatus5Which ten times faster glides then the Suns beames,
6Driuing backe shadowes ouer lowring hills.
7Therefore do nimble piniond doues draw loue,
8And therefore hath the wind swift Cupid wings:
9Now is the Sun vpon the highmost hill,
10Of this dayes iourney, and from nine till twelue,
Critical Apparatus11Is [three] long houres, yet she is not come,
12Had she affections and warme youthfull bloud,
F1r Link 13She would be as swift in motion as a ball,
pg 714Critical Apparatus14My words would bandie her to my sweete loue,
Critical Apparatus15[And] his to me,
16But old folks, many fain as they wer dead,
17Vnwieldie, slowe, heauie, and pale as lead.Enter Nurse.
18O God she comes, ô hony Nurse what newes?
19Hast thou met with him? send thy man away.20
Nur. Peter stay at the gate.21
Iu. Now good sweete Nurse, O Lord, why lookest thou sad?
22Though newes be sad, yet tell them merily.
23If good, thou shamest the musicke of sweete newes,
24By playing it to me, with so sower a face.25
Nur. I am a wearie, giue me leaue a while,
Critical Apparatus26Fie how my bones ake, what a iaunce haue I?27
Iu. I would thou hadst my bones, and I thy newes:
28Nay come I pray thee speake, good good Nurse speake.29
Nur. Iesu what haste, can you not stay a while?
30Do you not see that I am out of breath?31
Iu. How art thou out of breath, when thou hast breath
32To say to me, that thou art out of breath?
33The excuse that thou doest make in this delay,
34Is longer then the tale thou doest excuse.
35Is thy newes good or bad? answere to that,
36Say either, and ile stay the circumstance:
37Let me be satisfied, ist good or bad?38
Nur. Well, you haue made a simple choyse, you know not how to 39chuse a man: Romeo, no not he though his face be better then any Critical Apparatus40mans, yet his leg excels all mens, and for a hand and a foote and a body, 41though they be not to be talkt on, yet they are past compare: he is Critical Apparatus42not the flower of curtesie, but ile warrant him, as gentle as a lamme: 43go thy wayes wench, serue God. What haue you dinde at home?Critical Apparatus44
Iu. No, no. But all this did I know before.
45What sayes he of our marriage, what of that?46
Nur. Lord how my head akes, what a head haue I?
47It beates as it would fall in twentie peeces.
49Beshrewe your heart for sending me about
Critical Apparatus50To catch my death with iaunsing vp and downe.Critical Apparatus51
Iu. Ifaith I am sorrie that thou art not well.
52Sweete, sweete, sweete Nurse, tell me what sayes my loue?53
Nur. Your loue sayes like an honest gentleman,
Critical Apparatus54And a Courteous, and a kinde, and a handsome,
55And I warrant a vertuous, where is your mother?pg 715 Critical Apparatus56
Iu. Where is my mother, why she is within,
57Wher shuld she be? How odly thou repliest:
58Your loue sayes like an honest gentleman,
59Where is your mother?60
Nur. O Gods lady deare,
61Are you so hot, marrie come vp I trow,
62Is this the poultis for my aking bones:
63Henceforward do your messages your selfe.64
Iu. Heres such a coyle, come what saies Romeo?65
Nur. Haue you got leaue to go to shrift to day?66
Iu. I haue.67
Nur. Then high you hence to Frier Lawrence Cell,
68There stayes a husband to make you a wife:
69Now comes the wanton bloud vp in your cheekes,
70Theile be in scarlet straight at any newes:
71Hie you to Church, I must an other way,
72To fetch a Ladder by the which your loue
73Must climbe a birds neast soone when it is darke,
74I am the drudge, and toyle in your delight:
75But you shall beare the burthen soone at night.
Critical Apparatus76Go, ile to dinner, hie you to the Cell.77
Iuli. Hie to high fortune, honest Nurse farewell.Exeunt.