Act IV, Scene 2

Hall in Capulet’s house.

[Enter CAPULET, LADY CAPULET, Nurse, and two Servingmen]

• Capulet. So many guests invite as here are writ. 2495
  [Exit First Servant]
  Sirrah, go hire me twenty cunning cooks.

• Second Servant. You shall have none ill, sir; for I'll try if they
  can lick their fingers.

• Capulet. How canst thou try them so? 2500

• Second 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, be gone.
  [Exit Second Servant] 2505
  We shall be much unfurnished for this time.
  What, is my daughter gone to Friar Laurence?

• Nurse. Ay, forsooth.

• Capulet. Well, he may chance to do some good on her:
  A peevish self-will'd harlotry it is. 2510

• 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 2515
  To you 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 ruled by you.

• Capulet. Send for the county; go tell him of this: 2520
  I'll have this knot knit up to-morrow morning.

• Juliet. I met the youthful lord at Laurence' cell;
  And gave him what becomed love I might,
  Not step o'er the bounds of modesty.

• Capulet. Why, I am glad on't; this is well: stand up: 2525
  This is as't should be. Let me see the county;
  Ay, marry, go, I say, and fetch him hither.
  Now, afore God! this reverend holy friar,
  Our whole city is much bound to him.

• Juliet. Nurse, will you go with me into my closet, 2530
  To help me sort such needful ornaments
  As you think fit to furnish me to-morrow?

• Lady Capulet. No, not till Thursday; there is time enough.

• Capulet. Go, nurse, go with her: we'll to church to-morrow.

[Exeunt JULIET and Nurse]

• Lady Capulet. We shall be short in our provision:
  'Tis now near night.

• Capulet. Tush, I will stir about,
  And all things shall be well, I warrant thee, wife:
  Go thou to Juliet, help to deck up her; 2540
  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 him up
  Against to-morrow: my heart is wondrous light, 2545
  Since this same wayward girl is so reclaim'd.

[Exeunt]