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ACT II - SCENE III. Friar Laurence's cell.
Enter FRIAR LAURENCE, with a basket

FRIAR LAURENCE
1    The grey-eyed morn smiles on the frowning night,
2    Chequering the eastern clouds with streaks of light,
3    And flecked darkness like a drunkard reels
4    From forth day's path and Titan's fiery wheels:
5    Now, ere the sun advance his burning eye,
6    The day to cheer and night's dank dew to dry,
7    I must up-fill this osier cage of ours
8    With baleful weeds and precious-juiced flowers.
9    The earth that's nature's mother is her tomb;
10   What is her burying grave that is her womb,
11   And from her womb children of divers kind
12   We sucking on her natural bosom find,
13   Many for many virtues excellent,
14   None but for some and yet all different.
15   O, mickle is the powerful grace that lies
16   In herbs, plants, stones, and their true qualities:
17   For nought so vile that on the earth doth live
18   But to the earth some special good doth give,
19   Nor aught so good but strain'd from that fair use
20   Revolts from true birth, stumbling on abuse:
21   Virtue itself turns vice, being misapplied;
22   And vice sometimes by action dignified.
23   Within the infant rind of this small flower
24   Poison hath residence and medicine power:
25   For this, being smelt, with that part cheers each part;
26   Being tasted, slays all senses with the heart.
27   Two such opposed kings encamp them still
28   In man as well as herbs, grace and rude will;
29   And where the worser is predominant,
30   Full soon the canker death eats up that plant.
Enter ROMEO

ROMEO
31   Good morrow, father.
FRIAR LAURENCE
32   Benedicite!
33   What early tongue so sweet saluteth me?
34   Young son, it argues a distemper'd head
35   So soon to bid good morrow to thy bed:
36   Care keeps his watch in every old man's eye,
37   And where care lodges, sleep will never lie;
38   But where unbruised youth with unstuff'd brain
39   Doth couch his limbs, there golden sleep doth reign:
40   Therefore thy earliness doth me assure
41   Thou art up-roused by some distemperature;
42   Or if not so, then here I hit it right,
43   Our Romeo hath not been in bed to-night.
ROMEO
44   That last is true; the sweeter rest was mine.
FRIAR LAURENCE
45   God pardon sin! wast thou with Rosaline?
ROMEO
46   With Rosaline, my ghostly father? no;
47   I have forgot that name, and that name's woe.
FRIAR LAURENCE
48   That's my good son: but where hast thou been, then?
ROMEO
49   I'll tell thee, ere thou ask it me again.
50   I have been feasting with mine enemy,
51   Where on a sudden one hath wounded me,
52   That's by me wounded: both our remedies
53   Within thy help and holy physic lies:
54   I bear no hatred, blessed man, for, lo,
55   My intercession likewise steads my foe.
FRIAR LAURENCE
56   Be plain, good son, and homely in thy drift;
57   Riddling confession finds but riddling shrift.
ROMEO
58   Then plainly know my heart's dear love is set
59   On the fair daughter of rich Capulet:
60   As mine on hers, so hers is set on mine;
61   And all combined, save what thou must combine
62   By holy marriage: when and where and how
63   We met, we woo'd and made exchange of vow,
64   I'll tell thee as we pass; but this I pray,
65   That thou consent to marry us to-day.
FRIAR LAURENCE
66   Holy Saint Francis, what a change is here!
67   Is Rosaline, whom thou didst love so dear,
68   So soon forsaken? young men's love then lies
69   Not truly in their hearts, but in their eyes.
70   Jesu Maria, what a deal of brine
71   Hath wash'd thy sallow cheeks for Rosaline!
72   How much salt water thrown away in waste,
73   To season love, that of it doth not taste!
74   The sun not yet thy sighs from heaven clears,
75   Thy old groans ring yet in my ancient ears;
76   Lo, here upon thy cheek the stain doth sit
77   Of an old tear that is not wash'd off yet:
78   If e'er thou wast thyself and these woes thine,
79   Thou and these woes were all for Rosaline:
80   And art thou changed? pronounce this sentence then,
81   Women may fall, when there's no strength in men.
ROMEO
82   Thou chid'st me oft for loving Rosaline.
FRIAR LAURENCE
83   For doting, not for loving, pupil mine.
ROMEO
84   And bad'st me bury love.
FRIAR LAURENCE
85   Not in a grave,
86   To lay one in, another out to have.
ROMEO
87   I pray thee, chide not; she whom I love now
88   Doth grace for grace and love for love allow;
89   The other did not so.
FRIAR LAURENCE
90   O, she knew well
91   Thy love did read by rote and could not spell.
92   But come, young waverer, come, go with me,
93   In one respect I'll thy assistant be;
94   For this alliance may so happy prove,
95   To turn your households' rancour to pure love.
ROMEO
96   O, let us hence; I stand on sudden haste.
FRIAR LAURENCE
97   Wisely and slow; they stumble that run fast.
Exeunt

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Scene Index
ACT I
  • PROLOGUE
  • SCENE I
  • SCENE II
  • SCENE III
  • SCENE IV
  • SCENE V


  • ACT II
  • PROLOGUE
  • SCENE I
  • SCENE II
  • SCENE III
  • SCENE IV
  • SCENE V
  • SCENE VI


  • ACT III
  • SCENE I
  • SCENE II
  • SCENE III
  • SCENE IV
  • SCENE V


  • ACT IV
  • SCENE I
  • SCENE II
  • SCENE III
  • SCENE IV
  • SCENE V


  • ACT V
  • SCENE I
  • SCENE II
  • SCENE III

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