The Tragedy of Romeo and Juliet: ACT II
Introduction ACT I ACT II PROLOGUE SCENE I. A lane by the wall of Capulet's orchard. SCENE II. Capulet's orchard. SCENE III. Friar Laurence's cell. SCENE IV. A street. SCENE V. Capulet's orchard. SCENE VI. Friar Laurence's cell. ACT III ACT IV ACT V About the Play Feedback			Search: All the plays Hamlet Coriolanus Julius Caesar King Lear Macbeth Othello Romeo and Juliet Richard II Richard III Titus Andronicus Antony and Cleopatra Timon of Athens Henry IV Part 1 Henry IV Part 2 Henry the Fifth Henry VI Part 1 Henry VI Part 2 Henry VI Part 3 Henry VIII King John Pericles Troilus and Cressida All's Well... As You Like It The Comedy of Errors Cymbeline A Midsummer... Love's Labour's Lost Measure for Measure The Merry Wives... Much Ado about Nothing The Merchant of Venice Twelfth Night The Taming of... The Tempest The Two Gentlemen... The Winter's Tale    for: SCENE III. Friar Laurence's cell. Enter FRIAR LAURENCE, with a basket FRIAR LAURENCE       The grey-eyed morn smiles on the frowning night,       Chequering the eastern clouds with streaks of light,       And flecked darkness like a drunkard reels       From forth day's path and Titan's fiery wheels: 5     Now, ere the sun advance his burning eye,       The day to cheer and night's dank dew to dry,       I must up-fill this osier cage of ours       With baleful weeds and precious-juiced flowers.       The earth that's nature's mother is her tomb; 10    What is her burying grave that is her womb,       And from her womb children of divers kind       We sucking on her natural bosom find,       Many for many virtues excellent,       None but for some and yet all different. 15    O, mickle is the powerful grace that lies       In herbs, plants, stones, and their true qualities:       For nought so vile that on the earth doth live       But to the earth some special good doth give,       Nor aught so good but strain'd from that fair use 20    Revolts from true birth, stumbling on abuse:       Virtue itself turns vice, being misapplied;       And vice sometimes by action dignified.       Within the infant rind of this small flower       Poison hath residence and medicine power: 25    For this, being smelt, with that part cheers each part;       Being tasted, slays all senses with the heart.       Two such opposed kings encamp them still       In man as well as herbs, grace and rude will;       And where the worser is predominant, 30    Full soon the canker death eats up that plant. Enter ROMEO ROMEO       Good morrow, father. FRIAR LAURENCE       Benedicite!       What early tongue so sweet saluteth me?       Young son, it argues a distemper'd head 35    So soon to bid good morrow to thy bed:       Care keeps his watch in every old man's eye,       And where care lodges, sleep will never lie;       But where unbruised youth with unstuff'd brain       Doth couch his limbs, there golden sleep doth reign: 40    Therefore thy earliness doth me assure       Thou art up-roused by some distemperature;       Or if not so, then here I hit it right,       Our Romeo hath not been in bed to-night. ROMEO       That last is true; the sweeter rest was mine. FRIAR LAURENCE 45    God pardon sin! wast thou with Rosaline? ROMEO       With Rosaline, my ghostly father? no;       I have forgot that name, and that name's woe. FRIAR LAURENCE       That's my good son: but where hast thou been, then? ROMEO       I'll tell thee, ere thou ask it me again. 50    I have been feasting with mine enemy,       Where on a sudden one hath wounded me,       That's by me wounded: both our remedies       Within thy help and holy physic lies:       I bear no hatred, blessed man, for, lo, 55    My intercession likewise steads my foe. FRIAR LAURENCE       Be plain, good son, and homely in thy drift;       Riddling confession finds but riddling shrift. ROMEO       Then plainly know my heart's dear love is set       On the fair daughter of rich Capulet: 60    As mine on hers, so hers is set on mine;       And all combined, save what thou must combine       By holy marriage: when and where and how       We met, we woo'd and made exchange of vow,       I'll tell thee as we pass; but this I pray, 65    That thou consent to marry us to-day. FRIAR LAURENCE       Holy Saint Francis, what a change is here!       Is Rosaline, whom thou didst love so dear,       So soon forsaken? young men's love then lies       Not truly in their hearts, but in their eyes. 70    Jesu Maria, what a deal of brine       Hath wash'd thy sallow cheeks for Rosaline!       How much salt water thrown away in waste,       To season love, that of it doth not taste!       The sun not yet thy sighs from heaven clears, 75    Thy old groans ring yet in my ancient ears;       Lo, here upon thy cheek the stain doth sit       Of an old tear that is not wash'd off yet:       If e'er thou wast thyself and these woes thine,       Thou and these woes were all for Rosaline: 80    And art thou changed? pronounce this sentence then,       Women may fall, when there's no strength in men. ROMEO       Thou chid'st me oft for loving Rosaline. FRIAR LAURENCE       For doting, not for loving, pupil mine. ROMEO       And bad'st me bury love. FRIAR LAURENCE 85    Not in a grave,       To lay one in, another out to have. ROMEO       I pray thee, chide not; she whom I love now       Doth grace for grace and love for love allow;       The other did not so. FRIAR LAURENCE 90    O, she knew well       Thy love did read by rote and could not spell.       But come, young waverer, come, go with me,       In one respect I'll thy assistant be;       For this alliance may so happy prove, 95    To turn your households' rancour to pure love. ROMEO       O, let us hence; I stand on sudden haste. FRIAR LAURENCE       Wisely and slow; they stumble that run fast. Exeunt Return to top of page ... or ... Go to next scene