Lady.
What, is she gone to gossip with the Friar?

Nurse.
She is.

Capulet.
Why that's stale news; I'll hang the cryer;
Tis nonsense to repeat things o'er and o'er;
You've told us so a dozen times before.
I hope he'll make the peevish chit consent.

Nurse.
See, here she comes, more gaily than she went. Enter Juliet, dancing and singing to the tune of Del Caro's Hornpipe.

Capulet.
Pray, where hast thou been gadding, thou young headstrong?

Juliet.
Where one has taught me that I have been led wrong,
In having thus opposed thy high behests:
Recall thy angry words.

Capulet.
They were but jests.
Send for the Count,—to-morrow you shall wed.

Juliet.
He's gone to take a walk, for so he said: (Dancing about.)
I saw him at the Friar's an hour ago,—
He bowed, and then, of course, I curtsied low.

Capulet.
That's a good girl.—We'll after Paris search;—
To-morrow you shall trip it off to church.
Fal, lal, la, &c. [Exeunt, dancing.

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