Capulet's house.
Enter Father Capulet, Mother, Nurse, and Servingmen,
two or three. CAPULET So many guests invite as here are writ.
[Exit a Servingman.] Sirrah, go hire me twenty cunning cooks.
SERVANT You shall have none ill, sir;
for I'll try if they can
lick their fingers.
CAPULET How canst thou try them so?
SERVANR 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, begone.
Exit Servingman. We shall be much unfurnish'd for this time.
What, is my daughter gone to Friar Laurence?
NURSE Ay, forsooth.
CAPULET 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.
CAPULET How now, my headstrong? Where have you been gadding?
JULIET 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.
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.
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?
MOTHER No, not till Thursday. There is time enough.
CAPULET Go, nurse, go with her. We'll to church to-morrow.
Exeunt Juliet and Nurse. MOTHER 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.
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.