SCENE V. Juliet’s Chamber; Juliet on the bed.Enter Nurse. NURSE.Mistress! What, mistress! Juliet! Fast, I warrant her, she.Why, lamb, why, lady, fie, you slug-abed!Why, love, I say! Madam! Sweetheart! Why, bride!What, not a word? You take your pennyworths now.Sleep for a week; for the next night, I warrant,The County Paris hath set up his restThat you shall rest but little. God forgive me!Marry and amen. How sound is she asleep!I needs must wake her. Madam, madam, madam!Ay, let the County take you in your bed,He’ll fright you up, i’faith. Will it not be?What, dress’d, and in your clothes, and down