Enter CAPULET, LADY CAPULET, Nurse, and two ServingmenCAPULET
So many guests invite as here are writ.Second Servant
Exit First Servant
Sirrah, go hire me twenty cunning cooks.
You shall have none ill, sir; for I'll try if theyCAPULET
can lick their fingers.
How canst thou try them so?Second Servant
Marry, sir, 'tis an ill cook that cannot lick hisCAPULET
own fingers: therefore he that cannot lick his
fingers goes not with me.
Go, be gone.Nurse
Exit Second Servant
We shall be much unfurnished for this time.
What, is my daughter gone to Friar Laurence?
Ay, forsooth.CAPULET
Well, he may chance to do some good on her:Nurse
A peevish self-will'd harlotry it is.
See where she comes from shrift with merry look.CAPULET
Enter JULIET
How now, my headstrong! where have you been gadding?JULIET
Where I have learn'd me to repent the sinCAPULET
Of disobedient opposition
To you and your behests, and am enjoin'd
By holy Laurence to fall prostrate here,
And beg your pardon: pardon, I beseech you!
Henceforward I am ever ruled by you.
Send for the county; go tell him of this:JULIET
I'll have this knot knit up to-morrow morning.
I met the youthful lord at Laurence' cell;CAPULET
And gave him what becomed love I might,
Not step o'er the bounds of modesty.
Why, I am glad on't; this is well: stand up:JULIET
This is as't should be. Let me see the county;
Ay, marry, go, I say, and fetch him hither.
Now, afore God! this reverend holy friar,
Our whole city is much bound to him.
Nurse, will you go with me into my closet,LADY CAPULET
To help me sort such needful ornaments
As you think fit to furnish me to-morrow?
No, not till Thursday; there is time enough.CAPULET
Go, nurse, go with her: we'll to church to-morrow.LADY CAPULET
Exeunt JULIET and Nurse
We shall be short in our provision:CAPULET
'Tis now near night.
Tush, I will stir about,
And all things shall be well, I warrant thee, wife:
Go thou to Juliet, help to deck up her;
I'll not to bed to-night; let me alone;
I'll play the housewife for this once. What, ho!
They are all forth. Well, I will walk myself
To County Paris, to prepare him up
Against to-morrow: my heart is wondrous light,
Since this same wayward girl is so reclaim'd.
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