_Nurse._ Your love says, like an honest gentleman,  
And a courteous, and a kind, and a handsome,  
And, I warrant, a virtuous,--Where is your mother?  
_Juliet._ Where is my mother! why, she is within;  
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;  
Is this the poultice for my aching bones?  
Henceforward do your messages yourself.  
_Juliet._ Here's such a coil!--come, what says Romeo?  
_Nurse._ Have you got leave to go to shrift to-day?  
_Juliet._ 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.  
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.  
Go; I'll to dinner; hie you to the cell.  
_Juliet._ Hie to high fortune!--Honest nurse, farewell.  
[_Exeunt._  

SCENE VI. _Friar Laurence's Cell__Enter_ FRIAR LAURENCE _and_ ROMEO  
_Friar Laurence._ So smile the heavens upon this holy act  
That after hours with sorrow chide us not!  
_Romeo._ Amen, amen! but come what sorrow can,  
It cannot countervail the exchange of joy  
That one short minute gives me in her sight.  
Do thou but close our hands with holy words,  
Then love--devouring death do what he dare,  
It is enough I may but call her mine.  
_Friar Laurence._ These violent delights have violent ends,  
And in their triumph die, like fire and powder,  
Which as they kiss consume; the sweetest honey  
Is loathsome in his own deliciousness,  
And in the taste confounds the appetite.  

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