_Nurse._ I am a-weary; give me leave awhile.[695] 25 Fie, how my bones ache! what a jaunce have I had![696] _Jul._ I would thou hadst my bones and I thy news: Nay, come, I pray thee, speak; good, good nurse, speak.[697] _Nurse._ Jesu, what haste? can you not stay awhile?[698][699] Do you not see that I am out of breath?[699][700] 30 _Jul._ How art thou out of breath, when thou hast breath[699] To say to me that thou art out of breath?[699] The excuse that thou dost make in this delay[699] Is longer than the tale thou dost excuse.[699] Is thy news good, or bad? answer to that;[701] 35 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[702] not how to choose a man: Romeo! no, not he; though his face[702] be better than any man's, yet his leg excels all men's; and[702][703] 40 for a hand, and a foot, and a body, though they be not to be[702][704] talked on, yet they are past compare: he is not the flower of[702] courtesy, but, I'll warrant him, as gentle as a lamb. Go thy[702][705] ways, wench; serve God. What, have you dined at home?[702] _Jul._ No, no: but all this did I know before.[706] 45 What says he of our marriage? what of that? _Nurse._ Lord, how my head aches! what a head have I! It beats as it would fall in twenty pieces. My back o' t' other side,--ah, my back, my back![707] Beshrew your heart for sending me about, 50 To catch my death with jauncing up and down![708] _Jul._ I' faith, I am sorry that thou art not well.[709] Sweet, sweet, sweet nurse, tell me, what says my love? _Nurse._ Your love says, like an honest gentleman, and[710] a courteous, and a kind, and a handsome, and, I warrant, a[710] 55 virtuous,--Where is your mother?[710] _Jul._ Where is my mother! why, she is within;[711] Where should she be? How oddly thou repliest![711] 'Your love says, like an honest gentleman, Where is your mother?' _Nurse._ O God's lady dear![712] 60 Are you so hot? marry, come up, I trow; Is this the poultice for my aching bones? Henceforward do your messages yourself. _Jul._ Here's such a coil! come, what says Romeo? _Nurse._ Have you got leave to go to shrift to-day? 65 _Jul._ I have.