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Act IV, Scene 2
1Hall in Capulet’s house.
2Enter Capulet, Lady Capulet, Nurse, and two Servingmen.
3CapuletSo many guests invite as here are writ. Exit First Servingman.
Sirrah, go hire me twenty cunning cooks.
4Second ServingmanYou shall have none ill, sir; for I’ll try if they can lick their fingers.
5CapuletHow canst thou try them so?
6Second ServingmanMarry, sir, ’tis an ill cook that cannot lick his own fingers: therefore he that cannot lick his fingers goes not with me.
7CapuletGo, be gone. Exit Second Servingman.
We shall be much unfurnish’d for this time.
What, is my daughter gone to Friar Laurence?
8NurseAy, forsooth.
9CapuletWell, he may chance to do some good on her:
A peevish self-will’d harlotry it is.
10NurseSee where she comes from shrift with merry look.
11Enter Juliet.
12CapuletHow now, my headstrong! where have you been gadding?
13JulietWhere I have learn’d me to repent the sin
Of disobedient opposition
To you and your behests, and am enjoin’d
By holy Laurence to fall prostrate here,
And beg your pardon: pardon, I beseech you!
Henceforward I am ever ruled by you.
14CapuletSend for the county; go tell him of this:
I’ll have this knot knit up to-morrow morning.
15JulietI met the youthful lord at Laurence’ cell;
And gave him what becomed love I might
Not stepping o’er the bounds of modesty.
16CapuletWhy, 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.
17JulietNurse, will you go with me into my closet,
To help me sort such needful ornaments
As you think fit to furnish me to-morrow?
18Lady CapuletNo, not till Thursday; there is time enough.
19CapuletGo, nurse, go with her: we’ll to church to-morrow. Exeunt Juliet and Nurse.
20Lady CapuletWe shall be short in our provision:
’Tis now near night.
21CapuletTush, 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. Exeunt.