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    Act 4. Scene 2

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    SCENE II. Hall in Capulet's house.

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

    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.

    Go, be gone.

    Exit Second Servant

    We shall be much unfurnished for this time.
    What, is my daughter gone to Friar Laurence?

    Ay, forsooth.

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

    See where she comes from shrift with merry look.

    Enter JULIET

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

    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,
    And beg your pardon: pardon, I beseech you!
    Henceforward I am ever ruled by you.

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

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

    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,
    Our whole city is much bound to him.

    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?

    No, not till Thursday; there is time enough.

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

    Exeunt JULIET and Nurse

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

    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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