_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._ 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. _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. _Capo_: Let me alone for that, goe get you in, Now before God my heart is passing light, To see her thus conformed to our will. _Exeunt._ [Sidenote: [SC. XVIII.]] _Enter Nurse, Iuliet._ _Nur_: Come, come, what need you anie thing else? _Iul_: Nothing good Nurse, but leaue me to my selfe: For I doo meane to lye alone to night. _Nur_: Well theres a cleane smocke vnder your pillow, and so good night. _Exit._ _Enter Mother._ _Moth_: What are you busie, doo you need my helpe? _Iul_: No Madame, I desire to lye alone, For I haue manie things to thinke vpon. _Moth_: Well then good night, be stirring _Iuliet_, The Countie will be earlie here to morrow. _Exit._ 10