Scene IV

Come, stir, stir, stir! the second cock hath crow’d,
The curfew-bell hath rung, ’tis three o’clock:
Look to the baked meats, good Angelica:
Spare not for cost.

Go, you cot-queana mocking term for a man who busies himself with household work, go,
Get you to bed; faith, You’ll be sick to-morrow
For this night’s watching.

No, not a whit: what! I have watch’d ere now
All night for lesser cause, and ne’er been sick.

Ay, you have been a mouse-hunta man who pursues women in your time;
But I will watch you from such watching now. Exeunt Lady Capulet and Nurse.

Now, fellow,
What’s there?

Make haste, make haste. Exit First Servingman. Sirrah, fetch drier logs:
Call Peter, he will show thee where they are.

I have a head, sir, that will find out logs,
And never trouble Peter for the matter. Exit.

Mass, and well said; a merry whoreson, ha!
Thou shalt be logger-heada blockhead or fool; here, a joke about the servant finding logs. 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!

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.