CAPULET.
A jealous-hood, a jealous-hood! — Now, fellow,
[Enter Servants, with spits, logs and baskets.]
What's there?
1 Servant.
Things for the cook, sir; but I know not what.
CAPULET.
Make haste, make haste. [Exit 1 Servant.]
— Sirrah, fetch drier logs:
Call Peter, he will show thee where they are.
2 Servant.
I have a head, sir, that will find out logs
And never trouble Peter for the matter.
[Exit.]
CAPULET.
Mass, and well said; a merry whoreson, ha!
Thou shalt be logger-head. — Good faith, 'tis day.
The county will be here with music straight,
For so he said he would: — I hear him near.
[Music within.]
Nurse! — wife! — what, ho! — what, nurse, I say!
[Re-enter Nurse.]
Go, waken Juliet; go and trim her up;
I'll go and chat with Paris: — hie, make haste,
Make haste; the bridegroom he is come already:
Make haste, I say.
[Exeunt.]
