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- The nurse is still infuriated by Mercutio and threatens him. After she calms down she warns Romeo not to trick Juliet as it would be an evil thing to do as she is so young. Romeo makes sure that the nurse trusts him and asks the nurse to inform Juliet about meeting him at Frair Lawrence's cell to get married.
- (II, iv, 124-125, Nurse)I pray you, sir, what saucy merchant was this that was so full of his ropery?
- (II, iv, 126-127, Romeo)A gentleman, Nurse, that loves to hear himself talk, and will speak more in a minute than he will stand to in a month.
- (II, iv, 143-146, Nurse)if you should deal double with her, truly it were an ill thing to be offered to any gentlewoman, and very weak dealing.
- (II, iv, 156-157, Romeo)And there she shall at Friar Lawrence' cell Be shrived and married.
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- Juliet has been waiting for a while and the nurse enters with Peter. Juliet wants to know the news urgently. the nurse claims to be tired and sore and eventually tells her about the marriage that Romeo had planned
- (II, v, 52-53, Juliet)I' faith, I am sorry that thou art not well. Sweet, sweet, sweet Nurse, tell me, what says my love?
- (II, v, 67-68, Nurse)Hie you hence to Friar Lawrence's cell. There stays a husband to make you a wife.
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- Romeo and Juliet are about to be married. Romeo cheerfully tells Frair Lawrence that no misfortune can ruin his joy at the moment. Frair Lawrence reminds him that sudden joy can have sudden endings. Juliet enters and they both speak of their love poetically.
- (II, vi, 24-29, Romeo)Ah, Juliet, if the measure of thy joyBe heaped like mine, and that thy skill be more To blazon it, then sweeten with thy breath This neighbor air, and let rich music's tongueUnfold the imagined happiness that both Receive in either by this dear encounter.
- (II, vi, 9-10, Frair Lawrence)These violent delights have violent ends And in their triumph die, like fire and powder,
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- (II, v, 18, Juliet)O God, she comes.- O honey Nurse, what news?
- (II, v, 25-26, Nurse)I am aweary. Give me leave awhile. Fie, how my bones ache! What a jaunt have I!
- (II, vi, 30-34, Juliet)Conceit, more rich in matter than in words, Brags of his substance, not of ornament. They are but beggars that can count their worth. But my true love is grown to such excess I cannot sum up sum of half my wealth.
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