SCENE IV
Hall in Capulet’s house.
[Enter LADY CAPULET and Nurse]
LADY CAPULET
Hold, take these keys, and fetch more spices, nurse.
Hold, take these keys, and fetch more spices, nurse.
Nurse
They call for dates and quinces in the pastry.
They call for dates and quinces in the pastry.
[Enter CAPULET]
CAPULET
Come, stir, stir, stir! the second cock hath crow’d,
The curfew-bell hath rung, ’tis three o’clock:
Look to the baked meats, good Angelica:
Spare not for the cost.
Come, stir, stir, stir! the second cock hath crow’d,
The curfew-bell hath rung, ’tis three o’clock:
Look to the baked meats, good Angelica:
Spare not for the cost.
Nurse
Go, you cot-quean, go,
Get you to bed; faith, You’ll be sick to-morrow
For this night’s watching.
Go, you cot-quean, go,
Get you to bed; faith, You’ll be sick to-morrow
For this night’s watching.
CAPULET
No, not a whit: what! I have watch’d ere now
All night for lesser cause, and ne’er been sick.
No, not a whit: what! I have watch’d ere now
All night for lesser cause, and ne’er been sick.
LADY CAPULET
Ay, you have been a mouse-hunt in your time;
But I will watch you from such watching now.
Ay, you have been a mouse-hunt in your time;
But I will watch you from such watching now.
[Exeunt LADY CAPULET and Nurse]
CAPULET
A jealous hood, a jealous hood!
A jealous hood, a jealous hood!
[Enter three or four Servingmen, with spits, logs, and baskets]
| Now, fellow, |
First Servant
Things for the cook, sir; but I know not what.
Things for the cook, sir; but I know not what.
CAPULET
Make haste, make haste.
Make haste, make haste.
[Exit First Servant]
| Sirrah, fetch drier logs: |
Second Servant
I have a head, sir, that will find out logs,
And never trouble Peter for the matter.
I have a head, sir, that will find out logs,
And never trouble Peter for the matter.
[Exit]
CAPULET
Mass, and well said; a merry whoreson, ha!
Thou shalt be logger-head. Good faith, ’tis day:
The county will be here with music straight,
For so he said he would: I hear him near.
Mass, and well said; a merry whoreson, ha!
Thou shalt be logger-head. Good faith, ’tis day:
The county will be here with music straight,
For so he said he would: I hear him near.
[Music within]
Nurse! Wife! What, ho! What, nurse, I say!
[Re-enter Nurse]
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.
I’ll go and chat with Paris: hie, make haste,
Make haste; the bridegroom he is come already:
Make haste, I say.
[Exeunt]
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