Nurse. Jesu! what h awhile? Do you not see that I am out Ju. How ta brea To say to me The excuse, (1 Is longer than fud an Is thy news good or ba Say either, and I'll stay » Let me be satisfied. Is 't go on t Aw not how to choose a Lian. howe; you Romeo! no. not any man's 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. Nurse. I am aweary; give me leave awhile: Fie, how my bones ache! What a jaunt have I had! Ju. I would, thou hadst my bones, and I thy news: 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 me, 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 SHAK. XIII. P |