JULIET: Oh my god. here she comes!
Oh sweet nurse, what news do you bring? Have you spoken to him? Send your man away.
NURSE: Peter, wait for me at the gate.
JULIET: Now, good sweet nurse—oh, Lord, why do you look so sad? Even if the news is sad, tell me with a smile on your face. And if the news is good, why, you spoil its sweet music by reciting it with such a sour face.
NURSE: I'm tired. Leave me alone for a minute.
Oh, my bones ache so much. I've been running all over the place.
JULIET: I wish you had my bones and I had your news!
Come now, I beg you, speak good nurse, speak!
NURSE: Sweet Jesus, you're in such a hurry! Can't you wait for a moment? Don't you see I'm out of breath?!?