And beg your pardon. Pardon, I beseech you!
Henceforward I am ever rul'd by you.
Capulet. Send for the county; go tell him of this.
I'll have this knot knit up to-morrow morning.
Juliet. I met the youthful lord at Laurence' cell,
And gave him what [becomed] love I might,
Not stepping o'er the bounds of modesty.
Capulet. Why, I am glad on 't; this is well,—stand up.
This is as 't should be.—Let me see the county;
Ay, marry, go, I say, and fetch him hither.—