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  • Title: Romeo and Juliet (Quarto 2, 1599)
  • Editor: Roger Apfelbaum

    • ISBN: 1-55058-299-2

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    Author: William Shakespeare
    Editor: Roger Apfelbaum
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    Romeo and Juliet (Quarto 2, 1599)

    Enter Father Capulet, Mother, Nurse, and
    Seruing men, two or three.
    2425Ca. So many guests inuite as here are writ,
    Sirrah, go hire me twentie cunning Cookes.
    Ser. You shall haue none ill sir, for ile trie if they can lick their
    fingers.
    Capu. How canst thou trie them so?
    2430 Ser. Marrie sir, tis an ill Cooke that cannot lick his owne fin-
    gers: therefore hee that cannot lick his fingers goes not with
    me.
    Ca. Go be gone, we shall be much vnfurnisht for this time:
    What is my daughter gone to Frier Lawrence?
    2435Nur. I forsooth.
    Cap. Well, he may chance to do some good on her,
    A peeuish selfewieldhar lottry it is.
    Enter Iuliet.
    Nur. See where she comes from shrift with merie looke.
    Ca. How now my headstrong, where haue you bin gadding?
    Iu. Where I haue learnt me to repent the sin
    Of disobedient opposition,
    2445To you and your behests, and am enioynd
    By holy Lawrence, to fall prostrate here,
    To beg your pardon, pardon I beseech you,
    Henceforward I am euer rulde by you.
    Ca. Send for the Countie, go tell him of this,
    2450Ile haue this knot knit vp to morrow morning.
    Iu. I met the youthfull Lord at Lawrence Cell,
    And gaue him what becomd loue I might,
    Not stepping ore the bounds of modestie.
    Cap. Why I am glad ont, this is wel, stand vp,
    2455This is ast should be, let me see the Countie:
    I marrie go I say and fetch him hither.
    Now
    The most lamentable Tragedie
    Now afore God, this reuerend holy Frier,
    All our whole Citie is much bound to him.
    Iu. Nurse, will you go with me into my Closet,
    2460To helpe me sort such needfull ornaments,
    As you thinke fit to furnish me to morrow?
    Mo. No not till Thursday, there is time inough.
    Fa. Go Nurse, go with her, weele to Church to morrow.
    2465Exeunt.
    Mo. We shall be short in our prouision,
    Tis now neare night.
    Fa. Tush, I will stirre about,
    And all things shall be well, I warrant thee wife:
    2470Go thou to Iuliet, helpe to decke vp her,
    Ile not to bed to night, let me alone:
    Ile play the huswife for this once, what ho?
    They are all forth, well I will walke my selfe
    To Countie Paris, to prepare vp him
    2475Against to morrow, my heart is wondrous light,
    Since this same wayward Gyrle is so reclaymd.
    Exit.
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