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2 Sero. You shall have none ill, sir; for I'll try if they can lick their fingers.
Cap. How canst thou try them so?
2 Sero. 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.
[Erit Servant. We shall be much unfurnish'd for this time.What, is my daughter gone to friar Laurence?
Nurse. Ay, forsooth.
Enter Juliet. Nurse. See, where she comes from shrift with
Cap. How now, my headstrong? where have you
? been gadding? Jul. Where I have learn’d me to repent the sin Of disobedient opposition
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 rul'd by you.
Cap. Send for the county; go tell him of this; I'll have this knot knit up to-morrow morning.
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
This is as't should be. Let me see the county;
Jul. Nurse, will you go with me into my closet,
think fit to furnish me to-morrow? La. 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. La. Cap. We shall be short in our provision; 'Tis now near night. 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!They are all forth: Well, I will walk myself To county Paris, to prepare
up Against to-morrow: my heart is wond'rous light, Since this same wayward girl is so reclaim'd.
Enter Juliet and Nursc. Jul. Ay, those attires are best:- But, gentle
nurse, I pray thee, leave me to myself to-night;
For I have need of many orisons
Enter Lady Capulet. La. Cap. What, are you busy? do you need my
[Exeunt Lady Capulet and Nurse. Jul. Farewel!-God knows, when we shall meet
again. I have a faint cold fear thrills through my veins, That almost freezes up the heat of life: I'll call them back again to comfort me;Nurse!-- What should she do here? My dismal scene I needs must act alone. Come, phial. What if this mixture do not work at all? Must I of force be married to the county?No, no;-this shall forbid it:-lie thou there.
[Laying down a dagger. What if it be a poison, which the friar Subtly hath minister'd to have me dead; Lest in this marriage he should be dishonour'd,
Because he married me before to Romeo?
Romeo, I come! this do I drink to thee.
[She throws herself on the bed.
Enter Lady Capulet and Nurse. La. Cap. Hold, take these keys, and fetch more
spices, nurse. Nurse. They call for dates and quinces in the pastry.
Go, go, you cot-quean, go, Get you to bed; 'faith, you'll be sick to-morrow For this night's watching.
Cap. No, not a whit; What! I have watch'd
All night for lesser cause, and ne'er been sick.
[Exeunt Lady Capulet and Nurse. Cap. A jealous-hood, a jealous-hood !-Now,
fellow, What's there!