SCENE II. _Hall in Capulet's House

_Enter_ CAPULET, LADY CAPULET, Nurse, _and two_ Servingmen

_Capulet._ So many guests invite as here are writ.-- [_Exit 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, be gone.-- [_Exit Servant._ We shall be much unfurnish'd for this time. 10 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.

_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 Laurence to fall prostrate here 20 And 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 Laurence' cell, And gave him what becomed love I might, Not stepping o'er the bounds of modesty.

_Capulet._ Why, I am glad on 't; this is well,--stand up. This is as 't should be.--Let me see the county; Ay, marry, go, I say, and fetch him hither.-- 30 Now, afore God! this reverend holy friar, All our whole city is much bound to him.

_Juliet._ Nurse, will you go with me into my closet, 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. 40 Go thou to Juliet, help to deck up her. 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, Since this same wayward girl is so reclaim'd. [_Exeunt._