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- $Title{Romeo And Juliet: Act II, Scene VI}
- $Author{Shakespeare, William}
- $Subject{}
- $Log{Dramatis Personae*00450.TXT}
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- The Complete Works of William Shakespeare
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- ROMEO AND JULIET
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- ACT II
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- SCENE VI: Friar Laurence's cell.
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- {Enter FRIAR LAURENCE and ROMEO.}
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- FRIAR LAURENCE: So smile the heavens upon this holy act,
- That after hours with sorrow chide us not!
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- ROMEO: 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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- FRIAR LAURENCE: These violent delights have violent ends
- And in their triumph die, like fire and powder, 10
- 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.]
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- Here comes the lady: O, so light a foot
- Will ne'er 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. 20
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- JULIET: Good even to my ghostly confessor.
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- FRIAR LAURENCE: Romeo shall thank thee, daughter, for us both.
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- JULIET: As much to him, else is his thanks too much.
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- ROMEO: 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 imagined happiness that both
- Receive in either by this dear encounter.
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- JULIET: Conceit, more rich in matter than in words, 30
- 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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- FRIAR LAURENCE: 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.
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- [Exeunt.]
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