You shall have none ill, sir, for I’ll try if they can lick their fingers.
What, is my daughter gone to Friar Lawrence?
Well, he may chance to do some good on her. A peevish self-willed harlotry it is.
Send for the county. Go tell him of this. I’ll have this knot knit up tomorrow morning.
How now, my headstrong? Where have you been gadding?
Where I have learned me to repent the sin of disobedient opposition. To you and your behests, and am enjoined. By holy Lawrence to fall prostrate here. To beg your pardon. Pardon, I beseech you! Henceforward I am ever ruled by you.
I met the youthful lord at Lawrence' cell, and gave him what becomèd love I might, not stepping o'er the bounds of modesty.
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.
Nurse, will you go with me into my closet. To help me sort such needful ornaments. As you think fit to furnish me tomorrow?
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 tonight. Let me alone. I’ll play the housewife for this once.
We shall be short in our provision. 'Tis now near night.
—What, ho? They are all forth? Well, I will walk myself to County Paris, to prepare him up against tomorrow. My heart is wondrous light since this same wayward girl is so reclaimed.