Hall in Capulet’s house.
So many guests invite as here are writ. Exit First Servingman . Sirrah, go hire me twenty cunning cooks.
Go, be gone. Exit Second Servingman . We shall be much unfurnish’d for this time. What, is my daughter gone to Friar Laurence?
Well, he may chance to do some good on her: A peevish self-will’d harlotry it is.