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 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?
NURSE.
Have you got leave to go to shrift to-day?
JULIET.
I have.
NURSE.
Then hie you hence to Friar Lawrence' cell;
There stays a husband to make you a wife:
Now comes the wanton blood up in your cheeks,
They'll be in scarlet straight at any news.
Hie you to church; I must another way,
To fetch a ladder, by the which your love
Must climb a bird's nest soon when it is dark:
I am the drudge, and toil in your delight;
But you shall bear the burden soon at night.
Go; I'll to dinner; hie you to the cell.
JULIET.
Hie to high fortune! — honest nurse, farewell.
[Exeunt.]
