SCENE V. Capulet’s Garden.Enter Juliet. JULIET.The clock struck nine when I did send the Nurse,In half an hour she promised to return.Perchance she cannot meet him. That’s not so.O, she is lame. Love’s heralds should be thoughts,Which ten times faster glides than the sun’s beams,Driving back shadows over lowering hills:Therefore do nimble-pinion’d doves draw love,And therefore hath the wind-swift Cupid wings.Now is the sun upon the highmost hillOf this day’s journey, and from nine till twelveIs three long hours, yet she is not come.Had she affections and warm youthful blood,She’d be as swift in motion as a ball;My words would