Romeo and Juliet: Act 4, Scene 2

Enter CAPULET, LADY CAPULET, Nurse, and two Servingmen.

CAPULET: So many guests invite as here are writ.
[Exit First Servant.]
Sirrah, go hire me twenty cunning cooks.

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

CAPULET: How canst thou try them so?

Second Servant: Marry, sir, 'tis an ill cook that cannot
lick his own fingers: therefore he that cannot lick his
fingers goes not with me.

CAPULET: Go, be gone.

[Exit Second Servant.]

We shall be much unfurnish'd for this time.        [10]
What, is my daughter gone to Friar Laurence?

Nurse: Ay, forsooth.

CAPULET: Well, he may chance to do some good on her:
A peevish self-will'd harlotry it is.

Nurse: See where she comes from shrift with merry look.

[Enter JULIET.]

CAPULET: How now, my headstrong! where have you been gadding?

JULIET: Where 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,        [20]
And beg your pardon: pardon, I beseech you!
Henceforward I am ever ruled by you.

CAPULET: Send for the county; go tell him of this:
I'll have this knot knit up to-morrow morning.

JULIET: I met the youthful lord at Laurence' cell;
And gave him what becomed love I might,
Not stepping o'er the bounds of modesty.

CAPULET: 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.        [30]
Now, afore God! this reverend holy friar,
All our whole city is much bound to him.

JULIET: 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?

LADY CAPULET: No, not till Thursday; there is time enough.

CAPULET: Good nurse, go with her: we'll to church to-morrow.

[Exeunt JULIET and Nurse.]

LADY CAPULET: We shall be short in our provision:
'Tis now near night.

CAPULET:              Tush, I will stir about,
And all things shall be well, I warrant thee, wife:        [40]
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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