The Same. FRIAR LAURENCES 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! |
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, |
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, |
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; |
Too swift arrives as tardy as too slow. |
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Enter JULIET. |
Here comes the lady: O! so light a foot |
Will neer wear out the everlasting flint: |
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. |
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 heapd like mine, and that thy skill be more |
To blazon it, then sweeten with thy breath |
This neighbour air, and let rich musics tongue |
Unfold the imagind happiness that both |
Receive in either by this dear encounter. |
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 |
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. |
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