Cap. How canst thou try them so?[1239] 5
Sec. Serv. Marry, sir, 'tis an ill cook that cannot lick[1238][1239]
his own fingers: therefore he that cannot lick his fingers[1239]
goes not with me.[1239]
Cap. Go, be gone.[1239][1240][1241] [Exit Sec. Servant.
We shall be much unfurnish'd for this time.[1241] 10
What, is my daughter gone to Friar Laurence?[1241]
Nurse. Ay, forsooth.
Cap. Well, he may chance to do some good on her:
A peevish self-will'd harlotry it is.[1242]
Enter Juliet.
Nurse. See where she comes from shrift with merry look.[1243]15
Cap. How now, my headstrong! where have you been gadding?[1244]
Jul. Where I have learn'd me to repent the sin[1245]
Of disobedient opposition
To you and your behests, and am enjoin'd[1246]
By holy Laurence to fall prostrate here, 20
To beg your pardon: pardon, I beseech you![1247]
Henceforward I am ever ruled by you.
Cap. Send for the county; go tell him of this:[1248]
I'll have this knot knit up to-morrow morning.