• Enter FRIAR LAWRENCE and ROMEO

    FRIAR LAWRENCE

    So smile the heavens upon this holy act
    That after-hours with sorrow chide us not.

    ROMEO

    Amen, amen. But come what sorrow can,
    It cannot countervail the exchange of joy
    5That 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.

    FRIAR LAWRENCE

    These violent delights have violent ends
    10And 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.
    15Too swift arrives as tardy as too slow.
    Enter JULIET, somewhat fast, and embraceth ROMEO
    Here comes the lady. Oh, 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,
    20And yet not fall. So light is vanity.

    JULIET

    Good even to my ghostly confessor.

    FRIAR LAWRENCE

    Romeo shall thank thee, daughter, for us both.
  • FRIAR LAWRENCE and ROMEO enter.

    FRIAR LAWRENCE

    May the heavens be happy with this holy act of marriage, so nothing unfortunate happens later to make us regret it.

    ROMEO

    Amen, amen. But whatever misfortunes occur, they can’t ruin the joy I feel with one look at her. All you have to do is join our hands with holy words, then love-destroying death can do whatever it pleases. It’s enough for me if I can call her mine.

    FRIAR LAWRENCE

    These sudden joys have sudden endings. They burn up in victory like fire and gunpowder. When they meet, as in a kiss, they explode. Too much honey is delicious, but it makes you sick to your stomach. Therefore, love each other in moderation. That is the key to long-lasting love. Too fast is as bad as too slow.
    JULIET enters in a rush and embraces ROMEO.
    Here comes the lady. Oh,a footstep as light as hers will never endure the rocky road of life. Lovers are so light they can walk on a spiderweb floating on a summer breeze, and yet not fall. That’s how flimsy and unreal pleasure is.

    JULIET

    Good evening, my spiritual confessor.

    FRIAR LAWRENCE

    Romeo will thank you, my girl, for both of us.