TPTT 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.
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ACT IV
ACT V
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SCENE VI. Friar Laurence's cell.
Enter FRIAR LAURENCE and ROMEO
FRIAR LAURENCE
      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
5     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.
FRIAR LAURENCE
      These violent delights have violent ends
10    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;
15    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 gossamer
      That idles in the wanton summer air,
20    And yet not fall; so light is vanity.
JULIET
      Good even to my ghostly confessor.
FRIAR LAURENCE
      Romeo shall thank thee, daughter, for us both.
JULIET
      As much to him, else is his thanks too much.
ROMEO
      Ah, Juliet, if the measure of thy joy
25    Be heap'd like mine and that thy skill be more
      To blazon it, then sweeten with thy breath
      This neighbour air, and let rich music's tongue
      Unfold the imagined happiness that both
      Receive in either by this dear encounter.
JULIET
30    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.
FRIAR LAURENCE
35    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.
Exeunt
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