dealing.
ROMEO. Nurse, commend me to thy lady and mistress. I protest unto thee,—
NURSE.
Good heart, and i’faith I will tell her as much. Lord, Lord, she will be a joyful woman.
ROMEO.
What wilt thou tell her, Nurse? Thou dost not mark me.
NURSE.
I will tell her, sir, that you do protest, which, as I take it, is a gentlemanlike offer.
ROMEO.
Bid her devise
Some means to come to shrift this afternoon,
And there she shall at Friar Lawrence’ cell
Be shriv’d and married. Here is for thy pains.
NURSE.
No truly, sir; not a penny.