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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