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Nurse. Peter, stay at the gate.
[Exit Peter. Ju. Now, good sweet nurse,
O lord! why look'st thou sad ? Though news be sad, yet tell them merrily. If good, thou shamest the music of sweet news By playing it to me with so sour a face.
Nurse. I am aweary; give me leave a while : Fie, how my bones ache! What a jaunt have I
had! Ju. I would, thou hadst my bones, and I thy
Nay, come, I pray thee, speak; good, good nurse,
speak. Nurse. Jesu! what haste ? can you not stay
awhile ? Do you not see that I am out of breath? Ju. How art thou out of breath, when thou hast
breath To say
to that thou art out of breath? The
excuse, that thou dost make in this delay,
Nurse. Well, you have made a simple choice; you know not how to choose a man. Romeo! no, not he; though his face be better than any man's, yet his leg excels all men's; and for a hand, and a foot, and a body,—though they be not to be talked on, yet they are past compare : he is not the flower of