NURSE: Then hurry you from here to Friar Lawrence's cell. There waits a husband to make you his wife.
Now I see the blood rushing to your cheeks.
You blush bright red as soon as you hear any news.
Get yourself to church. I must go to fetch a ladder, which your love will use to climb up to your bird's nest once it's dark.
I drudge and toil for your love now, but soon you will do the wife's work–all night long.
Go. I'll go to lunch. You go to Friar Lawrence's cell.
JULIET: Wish me luck. Thank you, dear nurse!