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SCENE, changes to Capulet's Houfe.
Enter Capulet, Lady Capulet, Nurse, and two or three
as here are writ:
Sirrah, go hire me twenty cunning cooks. Serv. You fhall have none ill, Sir, for I'll try if they can lick their fingers.
Cap. How canft thou try them fo?
Serv. Marry, Sir, 'tis an ill cook that cannot lick his own fingers therefore he that cannot lick his fingers, goes not with me.
Cap. Go, be gone.
We fhall be much unfurnifh'd for this time:
Cap. Well, he may chance to do some good on her; A peevish felf-will'd harlotry it is.
Nurfe. See, where fhe comes from shrift with merry look. Cap. How now, my head-ftrong? where have you been gadding?
Jul. Where I have learnt me to repent the fin
To you and your Behefts; and am enjoin'd
And beg your pardon: Pardon, I befeech you!
Cap. Send for the Comtè, go, tell him of this,
Cap. Why, I am glad on't, this is well, ftand up!
Now, afore God, this reverend holy friar-
you think fit to furnish me to-morrow?
La. Cap. No, not 'till Thursday, there is time enough. Cap. Go nurfe, go with her; we'll to church to[Exeunt Juliet and Nurse. La. Cap. We fhall be fhort in our provision;
"Tis now near night.
Cap. Tufh, I will flir about,
And all things fhall be well, I warrant thee, wife:
I'll not to bed to-night, let me alone :
Against to-morrow. My heart's wondrous light,
[Exeunt Capulet and lady Capulet.
SCENE changes to Juliet's Chamber.
Enter Juliet and Nurfe.
Y, thofe attires are beft; but, gentle nurse,
For I have need of many orifons
To move the heav'ns to fmile upon my state,
Enter Lady Capulet.
La. Cap. What, are you bufy, do you need my help? Jul. No, Madam, we have cull'd fuch neceffaries As are behoveful for our fate to-morrow:
So please you, let me now be left alone,
And let the nurse this night fit up with you:
La. Cap. Good-night,
Get thee to bed and reft, for thou haft need. [Exeunt.
I'll call them back again to comfort me.
My dismal scene I needs must act alone:
Come, phial-What if this mixture do not work at all? Shall I of force be marry'd to the Count?
No, no, this fhall forbid it; lie thou there
[Pointing to a dagger.
I fear, it is; and yet, methinks, it should not,
Comes to redeem me? there's a fearful point!
To whofe foul mouth no healthfom air breathes in,
Or, if I live, is it not very like,
The horrible conceit of death and night,
So early waking, what with loathfom finells,
And in this rage, with fome great kinfman's bone,
[She throws herself on the bed.
SCENE changes to Capulet's Hall.
Enter Lady Capulet and Nurse.
La. Cap. HOld, take thefe keys and fetch more fpices,
Nurfe. They call for dates and quinces in the pastry.
Cap. Come, ftir, ftir, ftir, the fecond cock hath crow'd, The curfeu bell hath rung, 'tis three o'clock: Look to the bak'd meats, good Angelica.
Spare not for cost.
Nurfe. Go, go, you cot-quean, go;
Get you to bed; 'faith, you'll be fick to-morrow,
Cap. No, not a whit: what, I have watch'd ere now All night for a lefs caufe, and ne'er been fick.
La. Cap. Ay, you have been a moufe-hunt in your time, But I will watch you, from fuch watching, now. [Exeunt Lady Capulet and Nurse. Cap. A jealous-hood, a jealous-hood
Now fellow, what's there?
Enter three or four with fpits, and logs, and baskets.
Ser. Things for the cook, Sir, but I know not what. Cap. Make hafte, make hafte; firrah, fetch drier logs, Call Peter, he will fhew thee where they are.
Serv. I have a head, Sir, that will find out logs,
And never trouble Peter for the matter,
Cap. 'Mafs, and well faid, a merry whorefon, ha! Thou shalt be logger-head.-good faith, 'tis day. The Comte will be here with mufick ftraight,
For fo, he faid, he would. I hear him near.
Go, waken Juliet, go and trim her up,
I'll go and chat with Paris: hie, make hafte,
SCENE changes to Juliet's Chamber, Juliet
on a bed.
Nurfe.Iftrefs,what, miftrefs! Juliet-Faft, r
Why, lamb-why, Lady-Fy, you flug-a-bed
Why, love, I fay-Madam, fweet-heart-why, bride-
That you fhall reft but little-God forgive me
He'll fright you up, i'faith.
Will it not be?
What dreft, and in your cloaths-and down again!
O well-a-day, that ever I was born!
Enter Lady Capulet.
La. Cap. What noife is here?