Capulet's House.

Enter Father Capulet, Lady Capulet, Nurse, and Servingmen, two or three.

CAP:

So many guests invite as here are writ.

Exit a Servingman.

Sirrah, go hire me twenty cunning cooks.

SERV:

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

CAP:

How canst thou try them so?(5)

SERV:

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

CAP:

Go, begone.

Exit Servingman.

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

NURSE:

Ay, forsooth.

CAP:

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

Enter Juliet.

NURSE:

See where she comes from shrift with merry look.(15)

CAP:

How now, my headstrong? Where have you been
gadding?

JUL:

Where I have learnt me to repent the sin
Of disobedient opposition
To you and your behests, and am enjoin'd(20)
By holy Laurence to fall prostrate here
To beg your pardon. Pardon, I beseech you!
Henceforward I am ever rul'd by you.

CAP:

Send for the County. Go tell him of this.
I'll have this knot knit up to-morrow morning.(25)

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.

CAP:

Why, I am glad on't. This is well. Stand up.
This is as't should be. Let me see the County.(30)
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.

JUL:

Nurse, will you go with me into my closet
To help me sort such needful ornaments(35)
As you think fit to furnish me to-morrow?

LADY CAP:

No, not till Thursday. There is time enough.

CAP:

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

Exeunt Juliet and Nurse.

LADY CAP:

We shall be short in our provision.
'Tis now near night.(40)

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!(45)
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.