The Same. FRIAR LAURENCE’S Cell. | |
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Enter FRIAR LAURENCE and ROMEO. | |
| Fri. L. So smile the heaven upon this holy act, | |
| That after hours with sorrow chide us not! | 4 |
| Rom. Amen, amen! but come what sorrow can, | |
| It cannot countervail the exchange of joy | |
| That one short minute gives me in her sight: | |
| Do thou but close our hands with holy words, | 8 |
| Then love-devouring death do what he dare; | |
| It is enough I may but call her mine. | |
| Fri. L. These violent delights have violent ends, | |
| And in their triumph die, like fire and powder, | 12 |
| Which, as they kiss consume: the sweetest honey | |
| Is loathsome in his own deliciousness | |
| And in the taste confounds the appetite: | |
| Therefore love moderately; long love doth so; | 16 |
| Too swift arrives as tardy as too slow. | |
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Enter JULIET. | |
| Here comes the lady: O! so light a foot | |
| Will ne’er wear out the everlasting flint: | 20 |
| A lover may bestride the gossamer | |
| That idles in the wanton summer air, | |
| And yet not fall; so light is vanity. | |
| Jul. Good even to my ghostly confessor. | 24 |
| Fri. L. Romeo shall thank thee, daughter, for us both. | |
| Jul. As much to him, else are his thanks too much. | |
| Rom. Ah! Juliet, if the measure of thy joy | |
| Be heap’d like mine, and that thy skill be more | 28 |
| To blazon it, then sweeten with thy breath | |
| This neighbour air, and let rich music’s tongue | |
| Unfold the imagin’d happiness that both | |
| Receive in either by this dear encounter. | 32 |
| Jul. Conceit, more rich in matter than in words, | |
| Brags of his substance, not of ornament: | |
| They are but beggars that can count their worth; | |
| But my true love is grown to such excess | 36 |
| I cannot sum up half my sum of wealth. | |
| Fri. L. Come, come with me, and we will make short work; | |
| For, by your leaves, you shall not stay alone | |
| Till holy church incorporate two in one. [Exeunt. | 40 |