[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.
Spare not for the cost.
Go, you cotquean, go,
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's there?
Things for the cook, sir, but I know not what.
Make haste, make haste.
[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.
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.
Make haste, I say.