Romeo and Juliet
Act II, Scene 6
Friar Lawrence’s cell.
- Enter Friar Lawrence and Romeo.
Friar Lawrence1 - 2
- So smile the heavens upon this holy act,
- That after-hours with sorrow chide us not!
Romeo3 - 8
- 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.
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- 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.
- Enter Juliet.
- Here comes the lady. O, so light a foot
- Will ne’er wear out the everlasting flint;
- A lover may bestride the gossamers
- That idles in the wanton summer air,
- And yet not fall; so light is vanity.
- Good even to my ghostly confessor.
- Romeo shall thank thee, daughter, for us both.
- As much to him, else is his thanks too much.
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- Ah, Juliet, if the measure of thy joy
- Be heap’d like mine, and that thy skill be more
- To blazon it, then sweeten with thy breath
- This neighbor air, and let rich music’s tongue
- Unfold the imagin’d happiness that both
- Receive in either by this dear encounter.
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- 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 sum of half my wealth.
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- 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.