ACT IV. Scene II.
Capulet's house.
Enter Father Capulet, Mother, Nurse, and Servingmen,
two or three.
| CAP. | So many guests invite as here are writ.
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[Exit a Servingman.]
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Sirrah, go hire me twenty cunning cooks.
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| SERV. | You shall have none ill, sir; for I'll try if they can lick
their fingers.
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| CAP. | How canst thou try them so?
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| SERV. | Marry, sir, 'tis an ill cook that cannot lick his own
fingers. Therefore he that cannot lick his fingers goes not with
me.
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| CAP. | Go, begone.
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Exit Servingman.
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We shall be much unfurnish'd for this time.
What, is my daughter gone to Friar Laurence?
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| NURSE. | Ay, forsooth.
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| CAP. | Well, be may chance to do some good on her.
A peevish self-will'd harlotry it is.
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Enter Juliet.
| NURSE. | See where she comes from shrift with merry look.
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| CAP. | How now, my headstrong? Where have you been gadding?
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| JUL. | Where I have learnt me to repent the sin
Of disobedient opposition
To you and your behests, and am enjoin'd
By holy Laurence to fall prostrate here
To beg your pardon. Pardon, I beseech you!
Henceforward I am ever rul'd by you.
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| CAP. | Send for the County. Go tell him of this.
I'll have this knot knit up to-morrow morning.
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| JUL. | I met the youthful lord at Laurence' cell
And gave him what becomed love I might,
Not stepping o'er the bounds of modesty.
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| 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.
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| 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?
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| LADY CAPULET. | No, not till Thursday. There is time enough.
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| CAP. | Go, nurse, go with her. We'll to church to-morrow.
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Exeunt Juliet and Nurse.
| LADY CAPULET. | We shall be short in our provision.
'Tis now near night.
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| 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 wondrous light,
Since this same wayward girl is so reclaim'd.
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Exeunt.
Next
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ACT IV. Scene II.