[Friar Laurence's cottage. 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
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
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.
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,
And yet not fall, so light is vanity.
Juliet
Good even to my ghostly confessor.
[Juliet kisses Romeo and the friar on the cheek as was the custom upon meeting someone. The men would be expected to kiss her in return as "thanks"]
Friar Laurence
Romeo shall thank thee, daughter, for us both.
[Romeo kisses Juliet twice]
Juliet
As much to him, else is his thanks too much.
[Juliet kisses Romeo again]
Romeo
Ah, Juliet, if the measure of thy joy
Be heaped like mine and that thy skill be more
To blazon it, then sweeten with thy breath
This neighbor air, and let rich music's tongue
Unfold the imagined happiness that both
Receive in either by this dear encounter.
Juliet
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
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.
[Exit]
