Lady Capulet: Hold, take these keys and fetch more spices, nurse.
Nurse: They call for dates and quinces in the pastry.
Capulet: Come, stir, stir, stir! The second clock hath crowed, THe curfew bell hath rung, 'tis three o'clock. Look to the baked meats, good Angelica; Spare not for cost.
Nurse: Go, you cot-quen, go, Get you to bed! Faith, you'll be sick tomorrow For this night's watching.
Capulet: Make haste, make haste. Sirrah, fetch drier logs. Call peter; he will show thee where they are.
first Servant: Things for the cook, sir; but i know not what.
Second Servant: I have a head, sir, that will find out logs And never trouble Peter for the matter.
Capulet: Mass;and well said, 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 near. Nurse! Wife! What, Ho! What, nurse, I say!