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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 |
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Capulet |
So many guests invite as here are writ. |
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Sirrah, go hire me twenty cunning cooks. |
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Second Servant |
You shall have none ill, sir; for I'll try if they |
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Capulet |
How canst thou try them so? |
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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? |
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Capulet |
Well, he may chance to do some good on her: |
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A peevish self-will'd harlotry it is. |
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Nurse |
See where she comes from shrift with merry look. |
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Capulet |
How now, my headstrong! where have you been gadding? |
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Juliet |
Where I have learn'd me to repent the sin |
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Of disobedient opposition |
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To you and your behests, and am enjoin'd |
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By holy Laurence to fall prostrate here, |
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And beg your pardon: pardon, I beseech you! |
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Henceforward I am ever ruled by you. |
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Capulet |
Send for the county; go tell him of this: |
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I'll have this knot knit up to-morrow morning. |
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Juliet |
I met the youthful lord at Laurence' cell; |
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And gave him what becomed love I might, |
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Not step o'er the bounds of modesty. |
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Capulet |
Why, I am glad on't; this is well: stand up: |
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This is as't should be. Let me see the county; |
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Ay, marry, go, I say, and fetch him hither. |
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Now, afore God! this reverend holy friar, |
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Our whole city is much bound to him. |
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Juliet |
Nurse, will you go with me into my closet, |
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To help me sort such needful ornaments |
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As you think fit to furnish me to-morrow? |
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Lady Capulet |
No, not till Thursday; there is time enough. |
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Capulet |
Go, nurse, go with her: we'll to church to-morrow. |
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Lady Capulet |
We shall be short in our provision: |
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Capulet |
Tush, I will stir about, |
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And all things shall be well, I warrant thee, wife: |
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Go thou to Juliet, help to deck up her; |
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I'll not to bed to-night; let me alone; |
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I'll play the housewife for this once. What, ho! |
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They are all forth. Well, I will walk myself |
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To County Paris, to prepare him up |
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Against to-morrow: my heart is wondrous light, |
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Since this same wayward girl is so reclaim'd. |
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