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The big hall in the Capulet house. This is the same room in which the dance was held, only it is now decorated for a wedding. |
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Enter LADY CAPULET and NURSE |
| Lady Capulet |
Hold, take these keys, and fetch more spices, nurse. |
| Nurse |
They call for dates and quinces in the pastry. |
| Capulet |
Come, stir, stir, stir! the second cock hath crow'd, |
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The curfew-bell hath rung, 'tis three o'clock: |
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Look to the baked meats, good Angelica: |
| Nurse |
Go, you cot-quean, go, |
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Get you to bed; faith, You'll be sick to-morrow |
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For this night's watching. |
| Capulet |
No, not a whit: what! I have watch'd ere now |
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All night for lesser cause, and ne'er been sick. |
| Lady Capulet |
Ay, you have been a mouse-hunt in your time; |
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But I will watch you from such watching now. |
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Exeunt LADY CAPULET and NURSE |
| Capulet |
A jealous hood, a jealous hood! |
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Enter three or four Servingmen, with spits, logs, and baskets |
| First Servant |
Things for the cook, sir; but I know not what. |
| Capulet |
Make haste, make haste. |
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Sirrah, fetch drier logs: |
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Call Peter, he will show thee where they are. |
| Second Servant |
I have a head, sir, that will find out logs, |
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And never trouble Peter for the matter. |
| Capulet |
Mass, and well said; a merry whoreson, ha! |
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Thou shalt be logger-head. Good faith, 'tis day: |
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The county will be here with music straight, |
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For so he said he would: I hear him near. |
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Nurse! Wife! What, ho! What, nurse, I say! |
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Go waken Juliet, go and trim her up; |
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I'll go and chat with Paris: hie, make haste, |
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Make haste; the bridegroom he is come already: |
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