But wheres this Head-strong?
Moth: Shees gone (my Lord) to Frier Laurence Cell
To be confest.
Capo: Ah, he may hap to doo some good of her,
A headstrong selfewild harlotrie it is.
Enter Iuliet.
Moth: See here she commeth from Confession, 15
Capo: How now my Head-strong, where haue you bin
gadding?
Iul: Where I haue learned to repent the sin
Of froward wilfull opposition
Gainst you and your behests, and am enioynd 20
By holy Laurence to fall prostrate here,
And craue remission of so foule a fact.
She kneeles downe.
Moth: Why thats well said.
Capo: Now before God this holy reuerent Frier
All our whole Citie is much bound vnto. 25
Goe tell the Countie presently of this,
For I will haue this knot knit vp to morrow.