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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 frown|ing night,
        ,   2           ,          ,             ,           ,
      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,
          ,         ,          ,  2    ,         ,
      I must | up-fill | this os|ier cage | of ours,
             ,        ,          ,          ,        x
      With bale|ful weeds,| and pre|cious-juic|ed flowers,
            ,             ,          ,       ,         ,
      The earth | that's na|ture's moth|er, is | her tomb,
            ,        ,   2     ,           ,         ,
      What^is | her bu|rying grave | that is | her womb:
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      And from | her womb | children | of div|ers^kind
           ,       ,        ,        ,       ,
      We suck|ing on | her na|tural bos|om find:
       ,          ,     ,        ,      ,
      Many | for ma|ny vir|tues ex|cellent:
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      None but | for some,| and yet | all* dif|ferent.
          ,      ,         x         ,            ,
      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.
            ,          ,            ,             ,           ,
      Nor aught | so good,| but strained | from that | fair* use,
          ,            ,      ,      ,                ,
      Revolts | from true | birth, stum/bling on | abuse.
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      Virtue | itself turns vice,| being mis|applied,
            ,          ,         ,       ,      ,
      And vice | sometimes | by ac|tion dig|nified.
          ,         ,        ,                ,      x
      Within | the in|fant rind | of this / small flower,
       ,             ,      ,         ,    2     x
      Poison | hath res|idence,| and med|icine power:
            ,      2     ,            ,             ,            ,
      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:
            ,          ,       ,       ,     ,
      And where | the wor|ser is | predom|inant,
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      Full soon the cank|er death | eats^up | that plant.
 
ROMEO
            ,        ,
      Good mor|row fath|er.
 
FRIAR LAURENCE
                             ,    ,    ,
                            Ben|edic|ite.
            ,        ,          ,        ,       ,
      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,
                    ,   ,         ,           ,      ,
      And where / care lod|ges, sleep | will nev|er lie:
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      But where / unbruised | youth with | unstuffed brain
             ,           ,            ,        ,            ,
      Doth couch | his limbs,| there gold|en sleep | doth reign;
             ,          ,     ,          ,       ,
      Therefore | thy earl|iness | doth me | assure,
            ,          ,          ,        ,    2   ,
      Thou art | up-roused | by some | distemp|erature;
          ,         ,          ,       ,         ,
      Or if | not* so,| then here | I hit | it right.
           ,  2    ,          ,        ,        ,
      Our Rom|eo hath | not been | in bed | tonight.
 
ROMEO
             ,         ,          ,        ,          ,
      That last | is true,| the sweet|er rest | was mine.
 
FRIAR LAURENCE
            ,      ,           ,          ,     ,
      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
              ,         ,          ,            ,           ,
      That's^my | good son,| but where | hast thou | been then?  ??
 
ROMEO
             ,          ,          ,        ,      ,
      I'll tell | thee ere | thou ask | it me | again:
          ,           ,         ,          ,   ,
      I have | been feast|ing with | mine^en|emy,
             ,      ,       ,           ,       ,
      Where on | a sud|den one | hath woun|ded me,
              ,        ,         ,         ,     ,
      That's by | me wound|ed: both | our rem|edies
           ,         ,         ,      ,       ,
      Within | thy help | and ho|ly phys|ic lies:
          ,        ,         ,       ,         ,
      I bear | no hat|red, bles|sed man:| for lo
          ,     ,         ,          ,         ,
      My int|erces|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 daught|er of / rich Cap|ulet:
           ,         ,         ,        ,         ,
      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,
             ,         ,        ,      ,      ,
      That thou | consent | to mar|ry us | today.
 
FRIAR LAURENCE
       ,             ,         ,         ,          ,
      Holy | Saint Fran|cis, what | a change | is here?
          ,     ,           ,            ,         ,
      Is Ros|aline | whom thou | didst^love | so dear
           ,        ,        ,             ,           ,
      So soon | forsak|en? Young | men's love | then lies
           ,      ,            ,          ,           ,
      Not tru|ly in | their hearts,| but in | their eyes.
       ,        ,      ,        ,         ,
      Jesu | Mari|a, what | a deal | of brine
              ,          ,         ,          ,     ,
      Hath washed | thy sal|low cheeks | for Ros|aline?
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      How* much salt wat|er thrown | away | in waste,
          ,        ,          ,        ,          ,
      To seas|on love | that of | it doth | not^taste.
           ,         ,          ,           ,         ,
      The sun | not yet | thy sighs,| from heav|en clears,
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      Thy old | groans ring yet | in my an|cient ears:
            ,      ,          ,           ,           ,
      Lo* here | upon | thy cheek | the stain | doth sit,
               ,    ,        2    ,       T    T   T
      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.
           ,            ,            ,           ,          ,
      And art | thou changed?| Pronounce | this sent|ence then,
       ,            ,            ,             ,          ,
      Women | may fall,| when there's | no strength | in men.
 
ROMEO
              ,         ,         ,       ,     ,
      Thou chidst | me oft | for lov|ing Ros|aline.
 
FRIAR LAURENCE
           ,        ,         ,       ,       ,
      For dot|ing, not | for lov|ing pup|il mine.
 
ROMEO
            ,         ,      ,
      And badst | me bu|ry love.
 
FRIAR LAURENCE
                                 ,           ,
                                Not in | a grave,
          ,         ,      ,      ,         ,
      To lay | one^in,| anoth|er out | to have.
 
ROMEO
          ,           ,         ,     ,            ,
      I pray | thee chide | me not,| her I | love^now
             ,           ,           ,          ,       ,
      Doth grace | for grace,| and love | for love | allow:
           ,      ,         ,
      The oth|er did | not so.
 
FRIAR LAURENCE
                                 ,           ,
                              O she | knew^well,
            ,          ,         ,          ,           ,
      Thy love | did read | by rote,| and could | not spell:
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      But come | young wav|erer,| come* go | with me,
          ,         ,          ,        ,       ,
      In one | respect,| I'll thy | assist|ant be:
            ,       ,       ,        ,       ,
      For this | alli|ance may | so hap|py prove,
           ,           ,          ,            ,    ,
      To turn | your house|hold^ranc|or 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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