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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 | 5 |
| 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. | 10 |
| 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. | 15 |
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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 | 20 |
| 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. | 25 |
| 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; | 30 |
| 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 | 35 |
| 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. | 40 |
| 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! | 45 |
| 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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