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Hall in Capulet's house. This is the same room where the party was earlier held. |
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Enter CAPULET, LADY CAPULET, Nurse, and two Servingmen |
| Capulet |
So many guests invite as here are writ. |
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Sirrah, go hire me twenty cunning cooks. |
| Second Servant |
You shall have none ill, sir; for I'll try if they |
| Capulet |
How canst thou try them so? |
| Second Servant |
Marry, sir, 'tis an ill cook that cannot lick his |
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own fingers: therefore he that cannot lick his |
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fingers goes not with me. |
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We shall be much unfurnished for this time. |
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What, is my daughter gone to Friar Laurence? |
| Capulet |
Well, he may chance to do some good on her: |
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A peevish self-will'd harlotry it is. |
| Nurse |
See where she comes from shrift with merry look. |
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