ROMEO.
Nurse, commend me to thy lady and mistress. I protest unto
thee, —
NURSE.
Good heart, and i' faith I will tell her as much: Lord,
Lord, she will be a joyful woman.
ROMEO.
What wilt thou tell her, nurse? thou dost not mark me.
NURSE.
I will tell her, sir, — that you do protest: which, as I
take it, is a gentlemanlike offer.
ROMEO.
Bid her devise some means to come to shrift
This afternoon;
And there she shall at Friar Lawrence' cell
Be shriv'd and married. Here is for thy pains.
NURSE.
No, truly, sir; not a penny.
ROMEO.
Go to; I say you shall.
NURSE.
This afternoon, sir? well, she shall be there.
ROMEO.
And stay, good nurse, behind the abbey-wall:
Within this hour 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.
