Cap.
So many guests invite as here &dagger2; are writ.— [to a Servant; who goes out.
Sirrah, go hire me twenty cunning cooks.

1. S.

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

Cap.

How canst thou try them so?

1. S.

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, begone.— ^note [Exit Servant.
We shall be much unfurnish'd for this time.—
What, is my daughter gone to friar Lawrence?

Nur.
Ay, forsooth.

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

Nur.
See, where she comes from shrift with merry look.

Cap.
How now, my head-strong? where have you been gadding?

Jul.
Where I have learnt me ^note to repent the sin
Of disobedient opposition
To you, and your behests; and am enjoin'd
By holy Lawrence to fall prostrate here,
To beg your pardon: Pardon, I beseech you!
Henceforward I am ever rul'd by you.

Cap.
Send for the county ^note, go, tell him of this;
I'll have this knot knit up to-morrow morning.

Jul.
I met the youthful lord at Lawrence' cell;
And gave him what becoming ^note love 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 holy reverend ^note 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.

L. C.
No, not 'till thursday; there is ^note time enough ^note

Cap.
Go, nurse, go with her; we'll to church to-morrow. [Exeunt Juliet, and Nurse.

L. C.
We shall be short in our provision ^note;
'Tis now near night.

Cap.
Tush! I will stir about,
And all things shall be well, I warr'nt 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 huswife for this once.—What ho!—
They are all forth: Well, I will walk myself
To county Paris, to prepare him up ^note
Against to-morrow: my heart is wondrous light,

Since this same wayward girl is so reclaim'd. [Exeunt.

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