ACT IV.
2. Scene II. Hall in Capulet's House.
[Enter Capulet, Lady Capulet, Nurse, and Servants.]
Capulet.
So many guests invite as here are writ.--
[Exit first Servant.]
Sirrah, go hire me twenty cunning cooks.
2 Servant.
You shall have none ill, sir; for I'll try if they can
lick their fingers.
Capulet.
How canst thou try them so?
2 Servant.
Marry, sir, 'tis an ill cook that cannot lick his own fingers:
therefore he that cannot lick his fingers goes not with me.
Capulet.
Go, begone.--
[Exit second Servant.]
We shall be much unfurnish'd for this time.--
What, is my daughter gone to Friar Lawrence?
Nurse.
Ay, forsooth.
Capulet.
Well, be may chance to do some good on her:
A peevish self-will'd harlotry it is.
Nurse.
See where she comes from shrift with merry look.
[Enter Juliet.]
Capulet.
How now, my headstrong! where have you been gadding?
Juliet.
Where I have learn'd me to repent the sin
Of disobedient opposition
To you and your behests; and am enjoin'd
By holy Lawrence to fall prostrate here,
To beg your pardon:--pardon, I beseech you!
Henceforward I am ever rul'd by you.
Capulet.
Send for the county; go tell him of this:
I'll have this knot knit up to-morrow morning.
Juliet.
I met the youthful lord at Lawrence' cell;
And gave him what becomed love I might,
Not stepping o'er the bounds of modesty.
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