[Enter Lady Capulet and Nurse]
Hold, take these keys and fetch more spices, nurse.
They call for dates and quinces in the pastry.
Come, stir, stir, stir! The second cock hath crowed,
The curfew-bell hath rung; 'tis three o'clock.
Look to the baked meats, good Angelica.
Get you to bed. Faith, you'll be sick tomorrow
For this night's watching.
No, not a whit. What, I have watched ere now
All night for lesser cause, and ne'er been sick.
Ay, you have been a mouse-hunt in your time;
But I will watch you from such watching now.
[Exit Lady Capulet and Nurse]
A jealous-hood, a jealous-hood!
[Enter three or four Servingmen, with spits, logs, and baskets]
Now, fellow, what is there?
Things for the cook, sir, but I know not what.
[Exit First Servant]
Sirrah, fetch drier logs.
Call Peter, he will show thee where they are.
I have a head, sir, that will find out logs,
And never trouble Peter for the matter.
Mass, and well said! A merry whoreson, ha!
Thou shalt be ‘loggerhead.’ Good faith, 'tis day.
The County will be here with music straight,
For so he said he would. I hear him near.
[Music off stage]
Nurse! Wife! What, ho! What, nurse, I say!
Go waken Juliet, go and trim her up;
I'll go and chat with Paris. Hie, make haste,
Make haste; the bridegroom he is come already.