Cap.
So many guests invite as here are writ.— [Exit Servant.

Sirrah, go hire me twenty cunning cooks^{2 note}

2 Serv.

You shall have none ill, sir; for I'll try if they can lick their fingers.

Cap.

How canst thou try them so?

2 Serv.

Marry, sir, 'tis an ill cook that cannot lick his own fingers^{3 note}

: therefore he, that cannot lick his fingers, goes not with me.

Cap.
Go, begone.— [Exit Servant.

We shall be much unfurnish'd for this time.—

What, is my daughter gone to Friar Laurence^{4 note}




?

Nurse.
Ay, forsooth.

Cap.
Well, he may chance to do some good on her:
A peevish self-will'd harlotry it is. Enter Juliet.

Nurse.
See, where she comes from shrift^{5 note}

Cap.
How now, my headstrong? where have you been gadding^{6 note}?

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^{7 note}






















,
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^{8 note} I might,
Not stepping o'er the bounds of modesty.

Cap.
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,
All our whole city is much bound to him^{9 note}

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?

La. 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.

La. Cap.
We shall be short^{1 note} in our provision:
'Tis now near night^{2 note}

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 wond'rous light,
Since this same wayward girl is so reclaim'd. [Exeunt

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