Enter FRIAR LAWRENCE and
So smile the heavens upon this holy act
That after-hours with sorrow chide us not.
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.
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
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.
Good even to my ghostly confessor.
Romeo shall thank thee, daughter, for us both.