NURSE.
Now God in heaven bless thee! — Hark you, sir.
ROMEO.
What say'st thou, my dear nurse?
NURSE.
Is your man secret? Did you ne'er hear say,
Two may keep counsel, putting one away?
ROMEO.
I warrant thee, my man's as true as steel.
NURSE.
Well, sir; my mistress is the sweetest lady. — Lord, Lord!
when 'twas a little prating thing, — O, there's a nobleman in
town, one Paris, that would fain lay knife aboard; but she, good
soul, had as lief see a toad, a very toad, as see 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?
