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Friar Laurence's cell.
[Enter FRIAR LAURENCE, with a basket]
FRIAR LAURENCE
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The grey-eyed morn | smiles on | the frown|ing
night,
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Checkering | the east|ern 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 Tit|an's fie|ry
wheels:
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Now^ere | the sun | advance | his burn|ing 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 os|ier cage | of ours,
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With bale|ful weeds,| and pre|cious-juic|ed
flowers,
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The earth | that's na|ture's moth|er, is
| her tomb,
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What^is | her bu|rying grave | that is | her
womb:
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And from | her womb | children | of div|ers^kind
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We suck|ing on | her na|tural bos|om find:
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Many | for ma|ny vir|tues ex|cellent:
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None but | for some,| and yet | all* dif|ferent.
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O mick|le is | the power|ful grace | that lies
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In plants,| herbs, stones,/ and their | true
qualities:
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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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Revolts | from true | birth, stum/bling on |
abuse.
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Virtue | itself turns vice,| being mis|applied,
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And vice | sometimes | by ac|tion dig|nified.
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Within | the in|fant rind | of this / small
flower,
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Poison | hath res|idence,| and med|icine power:
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For this | being smelt,| with that | part*
cheers | each part,
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Being tasted | slays all sens|es with | the
heart.
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Two* such | oppos|ed kings | encamp | them still,
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In man | as well | as herbs,| grace and rude
will:
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And where | the wor|ser is | predom|inant,
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Full soon the cank|er death | eats^up | that plant.
ROMEO
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Good mor|row fath|er.
FRIAR LAURENCE
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Ben|edic|ite.
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What ear|ly tongue | so sweet | salut|eth me?
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Young son, it arg|ues a / distemp|ered head,
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So soon | to bid | good mor|row to | thy bed;
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Care keeps his watch | in eve|ry old | man's^eye,
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And where / care lod|ges, sleep | will nev|er
lie:
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But where / unbruised | youth with | unstuffed
brain
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Doth couch | his limbs,| there gold|en sleep |
doth reign;
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Therefore | thy earl|iness | doth me | assure,
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Thou art | up-roused | by some | distemp|erature;
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Or if | not* so,| then here | I hit | it right.
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Our Rom|eo hath | not been | in bed | tonight.
ROMEO
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That last | is true,| the sweet|er rest | was
mine.
FRIAR LAURENCE
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God pard|on sin:| wast thou | with Ros|aline?
ROMEO
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With Ros|aline,| my ghost|ly fath|er? No,
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I have | forgot | that name,| and that name's woe.
FRIAR LAURENCE
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That's^my | good son,| but where | hast thou |
been then? ??
ROMEO
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I'll tell | thee ere | thou ask | it me | again:
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I have | been feast|ing with | mine^en|emy,
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Where on | a sud|den one | hath woun|ded me,
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That's by | me wound|ed: both | our rem|edies
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Within | thy help | and ho|ly phys|ic lies:
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I bear | no hat|red, bles|sed man:| for lo
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My int|erces|sion like|wise^steads | my foe.
FRIAR LAURENCE
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Be plain | good son,| and home|ly in | thy drift,
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Riddling | confes|sion, finds | but rid|dling
shrift.
ROMEO
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Then plain|ly know | my heart's | dear* love | is
set,
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On the / fair daught|er of / rich Cap|ulet:
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As mine | on hers,| so hers | is set | on mine;
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And all | combined,| save^what | thou must |
combine
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By ho|ly mar|riage: when | and where,| and how,
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We met,| we wooed,| and made | exchange | of vow:
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I'll tell | thee as | we pass,| but this | I
pray,
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That thou | consent | to mar|ry us | today.
FRIAR LAURENCE
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Holy | Saint Fran|cis, what | a change | is here?
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Is Ros|aline | whom thou | didst^love | so dear
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So soon | forsak|en? Young | men's love | then
lies
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Not tru|ly in | their hearts,| but in | their
eyes.
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Jesu | Mari|a, what | a deal | of brine
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Hath washed | thy sal|low cheeks | for Ros|aline?
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How* much salt wat|er thrown | away | in waste,
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To seas|on love | that of | it doth | not^taste.
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The sun | not yet | thy sighs,| from heav|en
clears,
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Thy old | groans ring yet | in my an|cient
ears:
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Lo* here | upon | thy cheek | the stain | doth sit,
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Of an / old tear | that is not | washed off yet.
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If ere | thou wast | thyself,| and these woes thine,
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Thou and these woes,| were all | for Ros|aline.
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And art | thou changed?| Pronounce | this sent|ence
then,
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Women | may fall,| when there's | no strength |
in men.
ROMEO
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Thou chidst | me oft | for lov|ing Ros|aline.
FRIAR LAURENCE
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For dot|ing, not | for lov|ing pup|il mine.
ROMEO
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And badst | me bu|ry love.
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Not in | a grave,
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To lay | one^in,| anoth|er out | to have.
ROMEO
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I pray | thee chide | me not,| her I | love^now
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Doth grace | for grace,| and love | for love |
allow:
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The oth|er did | not so.
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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 | assist|ant be:
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For this | alli|ance may | so hap|py prove,
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To turn | your house|hold^ranc|or to / pure love.
ROMEO
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O let | us hence,| I stand | on sud|den haste.
FRIAR LAURENCE
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Wisely | and slow,| they stum|ble that / run
fast.
[Exeunt]