Enter olde Capolet, his Wife, Nurse, and Seruingman.
Capo: Where are you sirra?
Ser: Heere forsooth.
Capo: Goe, prouide me twentie cunning Cookes.
Ser: I warrant you Sir, let me alone for that. Ile knowe
them by licking their fingers. 5
Capo: How canst thou know them so?
Ser: Ah sir, tis an ill Cooke cannot licke his owne fingers.
Capo: Well get you gone.
Exit Seruingman.