Jul: Nurse, will you go with me to my Closet,
To sort such things as shall be requisite
Against to morrrow, 30
Moth: I pree thee doo, good Nurse goe in with her,
Helpe her to sort Tyres, Rebatoes, Chaines,
And I will come vnto you presently,
Nur: Come sweet hart, shall we goe:
Iul: I pree thee let vs. 35
Exeunt Nurse and Iuliet.
Moth: Me thinks on Thursday would be time enough.
Capo: I say I will haue this dispatcht to morrow,
Goe one and certefie the Count thereof.
Moth: I pray my Lord, let it be Thursday.
Capo: I say to morrow while shees in the mood. 40
Moth: We shall be short in our prouision.