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Romeo and Juliet

Act II, Scene 3

Friar Laurence's cell.
 
[Enter FRIAR LAURENCE, with a basket]
 
FRIAR LAURENCE
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      The grey-|eyed morn | smiles on | the frow|ning night,
        ,   2           ,          ,             ,           ,
      Checkering | the eas|tern clouds | with streaks | of light,
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      And fleck|ed dark|ness like | a drunk|ard reels
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      From forth | day's^path | and Ti|tan's fie|ry wheels:
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5     Now ere | the sun | advance | his bur|ning eye,
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      The day | to cheer | and night's | dank dew to dry,
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      I must | up-fill | this o|sier cage | of ours
             ,        ,          ,          ,        ,
      With bale|ful weeds | and pre|cious-juic|ed flowers.
            ,             ,         ,       ,         ,
      The earth | that's na|ture's mo|ther is | her tomb;
        ,            ,   2     ,           ,         ,
10    What is | her bu|rying grave | that is | her womb,
            ,          ,      ,                ,    ,
      And from | her womb | children | of di/vers kind
           ,       ,        ,        ,       ,
      We suck|ing on | her na|tural bo|som find,
       ,          ,     ,        ,      ,
      Many | for ma|ny vir|tues ex|cellent,
        ,              ,         ,     ,   ,
      None but | for some | and yet | all dif/ferent.
          ,      ,        ,    2     ,            ,
15    O mic|kle is | the pow|erful grace | that lies
           ,        ,       ,                   ,    ,
      In plants,| herbs, stones,/ and their | true qual/ities:
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      For nought | so vile | that on | the earth | doth live
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      But to | the earth | some spe|cial good | doth give,
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      Nor aught | so good | but strained | from that | fair* use
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20    Revolts | from true | birth, stum/bling on | abuse:
       ,           ,            ,      2    ,      ,
      Virtue | itself | turns vice,| being mis|applied;
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      And vice | sometimes | by ac|tion dig|nified.
          ,         ,        ,                ,      ,
      Within | the in|fant rind | of this / small flower
       ,             ,      ,         ,    2     ,
      Poison | hath res|idence | and med|icine power:
            ,      2     ,            ,            ,            ,
25    For this | being smelt,| with that | part cheers | each part;
        2    ,        ,          ,        ,          ,
      Being tas|ted slays | all sen|ses with | the heart.
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      Two such | oppo|sed kings | encamp | them still
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      In man | as well | as herbs,| grace and rude will;
            ,          ,       ,       ,     ,
      And where | the wor|ser is | predom|inant,
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30    Full soon | the can|ker death | eats^up | that plant.
 
[Enter ROMEO]
 
ROMEO
            ,        ,
      Good mor|row, fa|ther.
 
FRIAR LAURENCE
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                            Be|nedi|cite.
            ,        ,          ,        ,       ,
      What ear|ly tongue | so sweet | salu|teth me?
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      Young^son,| it ar|gues a / distem|pered head
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35    So soon | to bid | good mor|row to | thy bed:
        T    T    .    T         ,      ,           ,
      Care keeps his watch | in ev|ery old | man's^eye,
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      And where / care lod|ges, sleep | will ne|ver lie;
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      But where / unbruised | youth with | unstuffed brain
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      Doth couch | his limbs,| there gol|den sleep | doth reign:
             ,         ,      ,          ,       ,
40    Therefore | thy ear|liness | doth me | assure
            ,          ,          ,        ,    2   ,
      Thou art | up-roused | by some | distem|perature;
          ,        ,          ,       ,         ,
      Or if | not so,| then here | I hit | it right,
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      Our Ro|meo hath | not been | in bed | tonight.
 
ROMEO
             ,         ,          ,        ,          ,
      That last | is true;| the swee|ter rest | was mine.
 
FRIAR LAURENCE
           ,       ,           ,          ,     ,
45    God par|don sin:| wast thou | with Ro|saline?
 
ROMEO
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      With Ro|saline,| my ghost|ly fa|ther? 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 feas|ting with | mine^en|emy,
             ,      ,       ,           ,       ,
      Where on | a sud|den one | hath woun|ded me,
              ,        ,         ,         ,     ,
      That's by | me woun|ded: both | our rem|edies
           ,         ,         ,     ,        ,
      Within | thy help | and ho|ly phy|sic lies:
          ,        ,         ,       ,         ,
      I bear | no ha|tred, bles|sed man:| for lo
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55    My in|terces|sion like|wise steads | my foe.
 
FRIAR LAURENCE
           ,           ,          ,      ,         ,
      Be plain | good son,| and home|ly in | thy drift;
       ,             ,         ,          ,           ,
      Riddling | confes|sion finds | but rid|dling shrift.
 
ROMEO
             ,        ,         ,               ,        ,
      Then plain|ly know | my heart's | dear* love | is set
                 ,    ,              ,   ,    ,
      On the / fair daugh|ter of / rich Cap|ulet:
           ,         ,         ,        ,         ,
60    As mine | on hers,| so hers | is set | on mine;
           ,         ,            ,           ,         ,
      And all | combined,| save^what | thou must | combine
          ,     ,           ,          ,          ,
      By ho|ly mar|riage: when | and where | and how
          ,         ,           ,         ,         ,
      We met,| we wooed,| and made | exchange | of vow,
             ,          ,        ,          ,        ,
      I'll tell | thee as | we pass,| but this | I pray,
             ,         ,        ,      ,      ,
65    That thou | consent | to mar|ry us | today.
 
FRIAR LAURENCE
       ,             ,         ,         ,          ,
      Holy | Saint Fran|cis, what | a change | is here?
          ,     ,           ,            ,         ,
      Is Ro|saline | whom thou | didst love | so dear,
           ,        ,        ,             ,           ,
      So soon | forsa|ken? Young | men's love | then lies
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      Not tru|ly in | their hearts,| but in | their eyes.
       ,        ,      ,        ,         ,
70    Jesu | Mari|a, what | a deal | of brine
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      Hath washed | thy sal|low cheeks | for Ro|saline?
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      How* much salt wa|ter thrown | away | in waste,
          ,        ,          ,        ,          ,
      To sea|son love | that of | it doth | not taste.
           ,         ,          ,           ,         ,
      The sun | not yet | thy sighs | from hea|ven clears,
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75    Thy old | groans ring yet | in my an|cient ears;
           ,      ,          ,           ,           ,
      Lo here | upon | thy cheek | the stain | doth sit
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      Of an / old tear | that is not | washed off yet:
          ,           ,         ,          ,            ,
      If ere | thou wast | thyself | and these | woes^thine,
        ,                ,          ,         ,     ,
      Thou and | these woes | were all | for Ro|saline:
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80    And art | thou changed?| Pronounce | this sen|tence then,
       ,            ,            ,             ,          ,
      Women | may fall,| when there's | no strength | in men.
 
ROMEO
              ,         ,         ,       ,     ,
      Thou chidst | me oft | for lo|ving Ro|saline.
 
FRIAR LAURENCE
           ,        ,         ,       ,       ,
      For do|ting, not | for lo|ving pu|pil mine.
 
ROMEO
            ,         ,      ,
      And badst | me bu|ry love.
 
FRIAR LAURENCE
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85                              Not in | a grave,
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      To lay | one in,| ano|ther out | to have.
 
ROMEO
          ,           ,         ,     ,            ,
      I pray | thee chide | me not;| her I | love now
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      Doth grace | for grace | and love | for love | allow;
          ,       ,         ,
      The o|ther did | not so.
 
FRIAR LAURENCE
                                 ,           ,
90                            O she | knew^well
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      Thy love | did read | by rote | and could | not spell.
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      But come | young wav|erer,/ come go | with me,
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      In one | respect | I'll thy | assis|tant be;
            ,       ,       ,        ,       ,
      For this | alli|ance may | so hap|py prove,
           ,           ,           ,             ,    ,
95    To turn | your house|holds'^ran|cor to / pure love.
 
ROMEO
         ,         ,         ,         ,        ,
      O let | us hence;| I stand | on sud|den haste.
 
FRIAR LAURENCE
        ,            ,           ,              ,    ,
      Wisely | and slow;| they stum|ble that / run fast.
 
[Exeunt]

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