Lady.
Where's Juliet?

Nurse.
How should I know?

Lady.
Go and see.

Nurse.
Miss Juliet, ho! Miss Juliet! [Exit Nurse. Enter Juliet.

Juliet. (Pertly.)
—Who wants me?

Lady.
I do, my wench; where have you so long tarried?
I wish to learn if you will soon get married;
For know you're sought in wedlock by young Paris;
He'll fret to fiddlestrings if his suit miscarries;
And will you let him break his tender heart?

Juliet.
I dont care much about him for my part;
Sure wedlock now-a-days is made a trade of;
But I will mark and see what stuff he's made of. Enter a Servant.

Servant.
Make haste away, Miss July, and old Mistress,
The guests are come, and Master's in a distress:
I heard him calling on you twice or thrice.—

Lady.
Tell him we'll join him, sirrah, in a trice
And John!—(calling after him.)

Servant.
Yes madam.

Lady.
Get the cards and dice. [Exeunt.

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