Hall in Capulet's House
Enter Capulet, Lady Capulet, Nurse, and two Servingmen
Capulet. So many guests invite as here are writ.— [Exit Servant.
Sirrah, go hire me [twenty cunning cooks].
2 Servant. You shall have none ill, sir, for I'll try if they can lick their fingers.
Capulet. How canst thou try them so?
2 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 Servant.
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We shall be much unfurnish'd for this time.
What, is my daughter gone to Friar Laurence?