| [Enter CAPULET, LADY CAPULET, Nurse, and two Servingmen] |
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| CAPULET | So many guests invite as here are writ. |
| [Exit First Servant] | |
| Sirrah, go hire me twenty cunning cooks. | |
| Second Servant | You shall have none ill, sir; for I'll try if they can lick their fingers. |
| CAPULET | How canst thou try them so? |
| Second Servant | Marry, sir, 'tis an ill cook that cannot lick his own fingers: therefore he that cannot lick his fingers goes not with me. |
| CAPULET | Go, be gone. |
| [Exit Second Servant] | |
| We shall be much unfurnished for this time. What, is my daughter gone to Friar Laurence? |
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| Nurse | Ay, forsooth. |
| CAPULET | Well, he may chance to do some good on her: A peevish self-will'd harlotry it is. |
| Nurse | See where she comes from shrift with merry look. |
| [Enter JULIET] | |
| CAPULET | How now, my headstrong! where have you been gadding? |
| JULIET | Where I have learn'd me to repent the sin 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. |
| CAPULET | Send for the county; go tell him of this: I'll have this knot knit up to-morrow morning. |
| JULIET | I met the youthful lord at Laurence' cell; And gave him what becomed love I might, Not step o'er the bounds of modesty. |
| CAPULET | Why, I am glad on't; this is well: stand up: 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. |
| JULIET | Nurse, will you go with me into my closet, To help me sort such needful ornaments As you think fit to furnish me to-morrow? |
| LADY CAPULET | No, not till Thursday; there is time enough. |
| CAPULET | Go, nurse, go with her: we'll to church to-morrow. |
| [Exeunt JULIET and Nurse] | |
| LADY CAPULET | We shall be short in our provision: 'Tis now near night. |
| CAPULET | 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. |
| [Exeunt] |