Act 4 Scene 2
SCENE II. Hall in Black's house.
Enter SIRIUS BLACK, LADY SIRIUS BLACK, SIRIUS BLACK, and two Servingmen
SIRIUS BLACK
So many guests invite as here are writ.
Exit SIRIUS BLACK
Sirrah, go hire me twenty cunning cooks.
SIRIUS BLACK
You shall have none ill, sir; for I'll try if they can lick their fingers.
SIRIUS BLACK
How canst thou try them so?
SIRIUS BLACK
Marry, sir, 'tis an ill cook that cannot lick his own fingers: therefore he that cannot lick his fingers goes not with me.
SIRIUS BLACK
Go, be gone.
Exit SIRIUS BLACK
We shall be much unfurnished for this time. What, is my daughter gone to Friar Sirius?
SIRIUS BLACK
Ay, forsooth.
SIRIUS BLACK
Well, he may chance to do some good on her: A peevish self-will'd harlotry it is.
SIRIUS BLACK
See where she comes from shrift with merry look.
Enter SIRIUS BLACK
SIRIUS BLACK
How now, my headstrong! where have you been gadding?
SIRIUS BLACK
Where I have learn'd me to repent the sin Of disobedient opposition To you and your behests, and am enjoin'd By holy Sirius to fall prostrate here, And beg your pardon: pardon, I beseech you! Henceforward I am ever ruled by you.
SIRIUS BLACK
Send for the county; go tell him of this: I'll have this knot knit up to-morrow morning.
SIRIUS BLACK
I met the youthful lord at Sirius' cell; And gave him what becomed love I might, Not step o'er the bounds of modesty.
SIRIUS BLACK
Why, I am glad on't; this is well: stand up: This is as't should be. Let me see the county; Ay, marry, go, I say, and fetch him hither. Now, afore God! this reverend holy friar, Our whole city is much bound to him.
SIRIUS BLACK
Sirius, will you go with me into my closet, To help me sort such needful ornaments As you think fit to furnish me to-morrow?
LADY SIRIUS BLACK
No, not till Thursday; there is time enough.
SIRIUS BLACK
Go, Sirius, go with her: we'll to church to-morrow.
Exeunt SIRIUS BLACK and SIRIUS BLACK
LADY SIRIUS BLACK
We shall be short in our provision: 'Tis now near night.
SIRIUS BLACK
Tush, I will stir about, And all things shall be well, I warrant thee, wife: Go thou to Sirius, help to deck up her; I'll not to bed to-night; let me alone; I'll play the housewife for this once. What, ho! They are all forth. Well, I will walk myself To County Sirius, to prepare him up Against to-morrow: my heart is wondrous light, Since this same wayward girl is so reclaim'd.
Exeunt