The Same. Hall in CAPULET'S House. |
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Enter CAPULET, LADY CAPULET, Nurse, and Servingmen. |
Cap. So many guests invite as here are writ. [Exit Servant. |
Sirrah, go hire me twenty cunning cooks. |
Sec. Serv. You shall have none ill, sir; for |
I'll try if they can lick their fingers. |
Cap. How canst thou try them so? |
Sec. Serv. Marry, sir, 'tis an ill cook that cannot lick his own fingers: therefore he that cannot lick his fingers goes not with me. |
Cap. Go, be gone. [Exit Second Servant. |
We shall be much unfurnish'd for this time. |
What! is my daughter gone to Friar Laurence? |
Nurse. Ay, forsooth. |
Cap. 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. |
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Enter JULIET. |
Cap. How now, my headstrong! where have you been gadding? |
Jul. 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 rul'd by you. |
Cap. Send for the county; go tell him of this: |
I'll have this knot knit up to-morrow morning. |
Jul. I met the youthful lord at Laurence' cell; |
And gave him what becomed love I might, |
Not stepping o'er the bounds of modesty. |
Cap. Why, I'm 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, |
All our whole city is much bound to him. |
Jul. 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 Cap. No, not till Thursday; there is time enough. |
Cap. Go, nurse, go with her. We'll to church to-morrow. [Exeunt JULIET and Nurse. |
Lady Cap. We shall be short in our provision: |
'Tis now near night. |
Cap. 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. |
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