NURSE: Romeo's a dishcloth compared to him. Madam, an eagle does not have eyes as green, as quick, and as fair as the eyes of Paris. Curse my very heart, but I think you should be happy in this second match. It is so much better than your first.
Well, even if it's not better, your first marriage is dead, and Romeo might as well be, living in Mantua where you cannot enjoy him.
JULIET: ...Do you say this from your heart?
NURSE: From my heart and from my soul, too. If not, curse them both.
JULIET: Well, you have given me great comfort.
Go and tell my mother that I've left. Having angered my father, I've gone to Friar Lawrence's cell to confess and be forgiven.
NURSE: Indeed, I will. A wise decision.