This Found Poem I'm Writing

I'm writing this found poem about Juliet and the Nurse's relationship in the play, Romeo and Juliet.
Two rules:
-I can change the format and where I break the lines all I want, but I cannot, I repeat, cannot have the words differ from the actual text.
-It has to be at least 15 lines.

And one disclaimer:
-Any and all thoughts on this are nice, as I can use them to improve... as long as it doesn't require breaking the two rules above.

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Now, I would like to know your thoughts on how well it flows, if it's clear about the purpose (Juliet and Nurse's relationship), If it seems logical in its organization, and if it has a clear sense of finality.

So, here it is:

Had she affections and warm youthful blood,
She would be as swift in motion as a ball;
My words would bandy her to my sweet love,
And his to me.
What devil art thou
Dost torment me thus?
If Romeo be slain, say “Ay,”
Or if not, “No.”
Brief sounds determine my weal or woe.
These griefs, these woes, these sorrows make me old.
You are to blame, my lord,
To rate her so.
Thou wast the prettiest babe
That ere I nursed.
My lady’s dead
O, weraday that ever I was born!