𝘢𝘤𝘵 𝘐𝘝, 𝘴𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘦 𝘐𝘝; 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦.

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"Wait. Take these keys and get more spices, Nurse." Lady Capulet told her.

"They're calling for dates and quinces in the pastry kitchen." Nurse nodded. 

"Come on, wake up, wake up, wake up!" Capulet called, walking towards them, "The second cock crowed. The curfew-bell rang. It's three o'clock. Go get the baked meats, good Angelica. Don't worry about the cost."

"Go, you old housewife, go. Go to bed, dear. You'll be sick tomorrow because you've stayed up all night." Nurse told Angelica.

"No, not at all. What? I've stayed up all night many times before for less important matters, and I've never gotten sick." Capulet frowned.

"Yes, you've been a ladies' man in your time. But I'll make sure you don't stay up any later now." Lady Capulet raised her eyebrows. With that, she left, and so did Nurse.

"A jealous woman, a jealous woman!" Capulet scoffed just as a few serving men entered, "Now, fellow, what have you got there?"

"Things for the cook, sir. But I don't know what they are." One of them raised an eyebrow.

"Hurry up, hurry up." Capulet sighed before turning to the second servingman, "You, fetch logs that are drier than these. Call Thomas, he'll show you where they are."

"I'm smart enough to find the logs myself without bothering Thomas." He frowned.

"Right, and well said. That guy's funny. He's got a head full of logs. Goodness, it's daylight. The count will be here soon with music. At least he said he would. I hear him coming near." Capulet huffed. Then, music started to play, "Nurse! Wife! What? Hey, Nurse!" Nurse entered again, "Go wake Juliet. Go and get her dressed. I'll go and chat with Griffin. Hey, hurry up, hurry up! The bridegroom is already here. Hurry up, I say."


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