Scene II

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.