ACT IV. Scene IV. 

Come, stir, stir, stir! The second cock hath crow'd,
The curfew bell hath rung, 'tis three o'clock.
Look to the bak'd meats, good Angelica;
Spare not for cost.

No, not a whit. What, I have watch'd ere now
All night for lesser cause, and ne'er been sick.

A jealous hood, a jealous hood!

What is there? Now, fellow,

Make haste, make haste. [Exit Fellow.] Sirrah, fetch drier logs.
Call Peter; he will show thee where they are.

Mass, and well said; a merry whoreson, ha!
Thou shalt be loggerhead. [Exit Fellow.] Good faith, 'tis day.
The County will be here with music straight,
For so he said he would

I hear him near.
Nurse! Wife! What, ho! What, nurse, I say!

Go waken Juliet; go and trim her up.
I'll go and chat with Paris. Hie, make haste,
Make haste! The bridegroom he is come already:
Make haste, I say.