Goddess No Longer

  1. Enter Juliet
    The clock strook nine when I did send the nurse; In half an hour she promised to return. Perchance she cannot meet him—that’s not so. O, she is lame! 

    Love’s heralds should be thoughts, Which ten times faster glides than the sun’s beams, Driving back shadows over low’ring hills; Therefore (that's why) do nimble-pinion’d doves draw Love, And therefore hath the wind-swift Cupid wings. 

    Now is the sun upon the highmost hill Of this day’s journey, and from nine till twelve, Is three long hours, yet she is not come. 

    Had she affections and warm youthful blood, She would be as swift in motion as a ball; My words would bandy her to my sweet love, And his to me. But old folks—many feign as they were dead, Unwieldy, slow, heavy, and pale as lead. 

    O God, she comes! O honey nurse, what news? Hast thou met with him? Send thy man away.
  2. (Nurse) Stay at the gate, Peter.
    (Juliet) Now, good sweet nurse—O Lord, why lookest thou sad? Though news be sad, yet tell them merrily; If good, (scolding) thou shamest the music of sweet news, By playing it to me with so sour a face (go down).
  3. (Nurse) I am a-weary, give me leave a while. Fie, how my bones ache! What a jaunce have I!
    (Juliet) I would thou hadst my bones, and I thy news. Nay, come, I pray thee speak, good, good nurse, speak.
  4. (Nurse) Jesu, what haste! Can you not stay a while? Do you not see that I am out of breath?
    (Juliet) 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, Is longer than the tale thou dost excuse. Is thy news good or bad? Answer to that. Say either, and I’ll stay the circumstance. Let me be satisfied, is’t good or bad?
  5. (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 talk’d on, yet they are past compare. He is not the flower of courtesy, but I’ll warrant him, as gentle as a lamb. (Push down apple and look at her) Go thy ways, wench, serve God. What, have you din’d at home?
    (Juliet) No, no! But all this did I know before. What says he of our marriage? What of that?
  6. (Nurse) Lord, how my head aches! What a head have I! It beats as it would fall in twenty pieces. My back a’ t’ other side—ah, my back, my back! Beshrew your heart for sending me about, To catch my death with jauncing up and down!
    (Juliet) I’ faith, I am sorry that thou art not well. Sweet, sweet, sweet nurse, tell me, what says my love?
  7. (Nurse) Your love says, like an honest gentleman, An’ a courteous, and a kind, and a handsome, And, I warrant, a virtuous—Where is your mother?
    (Juliet) Where is my mother! (Confused) Why, she is within, Where should she be? How oddly thou repliest! “Your love says, like an honest gentleman, ‘Where is your mother?’”
  8. (Nurse) O God’s lady dear! Are you so hot? Marry, come up, I trow; Is this the poultice for my aching bones? Henceforward do your messages yourself.
    (Juliet) Here’s such a coil! (Pause, slowly cuddle, dying) Come, what says Romeo?
  9. (Nurse) Have you got leave to go to shrift today?
    (Juliet) I have.
  10. (Nurse) Then hie you hence to Friar Lawrence’ 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. 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. I am the drudge, and toil in your delight; But you shall bear the burden soon at night. Go, I’ll to dinner, hie you to the cell.
    (Juliet) (turn her around, grab hand) Hie to high fortune! Honest nurse, farewell.
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Goddess No Longer