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52  Nurse. Peter, stay at the gate.

Jul. Now, good sweet nurse; O Lord, why look'st thou sad?

Though news be sad, yet tell them merrily;

If good, thou sham'st the music of sweet news

By playing it to me with so sour a face.

Nurse. I am aweary, give me leave awhile:

Fie, how my bones ache! What a jaunce have I had!

Jul. 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?

Jul. 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?

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 courtesy, but, I'll warrant

him, as gentle as a lamb. Go thy ways, wench;

serve God. What! have you dined at home?

Jul. No, no: but all this did I know before.

What says he of our marriage? what of that?

 26 jaunce: jaunt

36 stay the circumstance: wait for the details

