Hall in Capulet's house.

	[Enter CAPULET, LADY  CAPULET, Nurse, and two
	Servingmen]

CAPULET:
	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 Second Servant]

	We shall be much unfurnished for this time.
	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,
	And beg your pardon: 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 to-morrow morning.

JULIET:
	I met the youthful lord at Laurence' cell;
	And gave him what becomed love I might,
	Not step 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.
	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 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:
	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]