NURSE.
And from my soul too;
Or else beshrew them both.
JULIET.
Amen!
NURSE.
What?
JULIET.
Well, thou hast comforted me marvellous much.
Go in; and tell my lady I am gone,
Having displeas'd my father, to Lawrence' cell,
To make confession and to be absolv'd.
NURSE.
Marry, I will; and this is wisely done.
[Exit.]
JULIET.
Ancient damnation! O most wicked fiend!
Is it more sin to wish me thus forsworn,
Or to dispraise my lord with that same tongue
Which she hath prais'd him with above compare
So many thousand times? — Go, counsellor;
Thou and my bosom henceforth shall be twain. —
I'll to the friar to know his remedy;
If all else fail, myself have power to die.
[Exit.]
