Scene II. Hall in Capulet's House.
[Enter Capulet, Lady Capulet, Nurse, and Servants.]
CAPULET.
So many guests invite as here are writ. —
[Exit first Servant.]
Sirrah, go hire me twenty cunning cooks.
2 SERVANT.
You shall have none ill, sir; for I'll try if they can
lick their fingers.
CAPULET.
How canst thou try them so?
2 SERVANT.
Marry, sir, 'tis an ill cook that cannot lick his own fingers:
therefore he that cannot lick his fingers goes not with me.
CAPULET.
Go, begone. —
[Exit second Servant.]
We shall be much unfurnish'd for this time. —
What, is my daughter gone to Friar Lawrence?
