Act 4, Scene 2

[Enter Capulet, Lady Capulet, Nurse, and two Servants]

Capulet

[To First Servant]
So many guests invite as here are writ.
[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?

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 Servant]
We shall be much unfurnished for this time.
[To Nurse]
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-willed 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 learned me to repent the sin
Of disobedient opposition
To you and your behests, and am enjoined
By holy Laurence to fall prostrate here,
To beg your pardon.
[Juliet kneels before her father.]
                                     Pardon, I beseech you!               
Henceforward I am ever ruled by you.

Capulet

Send for the County; go tell him of this.
I'll have this knot knit up tomorrow morning.

Juliet

I met the youthful lord at Laurence' cell,
And gave him what becomèd love I might,
Not stepping o'er the bounds of modesty.

Capulet

Why, I am glad on't, this is well. Stand up.
[Juliet stands]
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,
To help me sort such needful ornaments
As you think fit to furnish me tomorrow?

Lady Capulet

No, not till Thursday; there is time enough.

Capulet

Go, nurse, go with her; we'll to church tomorrow.
[Exit 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.                           
I'll not to bed tonight, 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 up him
Against tomorrow. My heart is wondrous light,
Since this same wayward girl is so reclaimed.
[Exit]