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106 ROMEO AND JULIET. Juliet. Give me, give me ! O, tell not me of fear ! Friar Laurence. Hold; get you gone, be strong and prosperous In this resolve : I'll send a friar with speed To Mantua with my letters to thy lord. Juliet. Love give me strength ! and strength shall help afford. Farewell, dear father ! \_Exeant. Scene II. Hall in Capnlefs House. Enter Capulet, Lady CAruLEX, Nurse, and two Serving- men. Caj)uh't. So many guests invite as here are writ. — \^E.vit iSemait. Sirrah, go hire me twenty cunning cooks. 2 Servant. You shall have none ill, sir, for I'll try if they can lick their lingers. Capxdet. 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 lingers goes not Avith me. Capulet.. Go, be gone. — \_E.vH Servant. We shall be much unfurnish'd for this time. What, is my daughter gone to Friar Laurence ? Nurse. Ay, forsooth. i|f|i 1^ ;^^ (i " # I J i\ if l' H 1