Nurse. Lord! how my head aches; what a head have I!
It beats as it would fall in twenty pieces.
My back o' t'other side; O! my back, my back!
Beshrew your heart for sending me about, 52
To catch my death with jauncing up and down.
Jul. I' faith, I am sorry that thou art not well.
Sweet, sweet, sweet nurse, tell me, what says my love?
Nurse. Your love says, like an honest gentle-
man, and a courteous, and a kind, and a hand-
some, and, I warrant, a virtuous,—Where is
your mother?
Jul. Where is my mother! why, she is within; 60
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; 64
Is this the poultice for my aching bones?
Henceforward do your messages yourself.
Jul. Here's such a coil! come, what says Romeo?
Nurse. Have you got leave to go to shrift to-day? 68
Jul. I have.
Nurse. Then hie you hence to Friar Laurence' 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. 73
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;
52 beshrew: ill luck to
64 Marry, come up: expression of disgust
67 coil: fuss
70 hie: hasten
