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Friar Laurence's cell.
[Enter FRIAR LAURENCE and ROMEO]
FRIAR LAURENCE
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So smile | the heavens | upon | this ho|ly act,
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That aft|er hours,| with sor|row chide | us not.
ROMEO
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Amen,| amen,| but come | what sor|row can,
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It can|not count|ervail | the exchange | of joy
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That one | short minute gives | me in | her
sight:
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Do thou | but close | our hands | with ho|ly
words,
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Then love-|devour|ing death | do what | he dare,
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It is | enough,| I may | but call | her mine.
FRIAR LAURENCE
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These vi|olent | delights | have vi|olent^ends,
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And in their | triumph:| die like | fire and |
powder;
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Which as they | kiss con|sume. The | sweetest |
honey
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Is loath|some in | his own | deli|ciousness,
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And in | the taste | confounds | the ap|petite.
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Therefore | love mod/erately,| long^love |
doth^so, ??
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Too* swift | arrives | as tar|dy as / too slow.
[Enter JULIET]
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Here comes | the la|dy. Oh | so light | a foot
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Will nere | wear out | the ev|erlast|ing flint,
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A lov|er may | bestride | the gos|samer,
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That id|les in | the want|on sum|mer air,
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And yet not fall,| so light| is van|ity.
JULIET
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Good ev/en to | my ghost|ly confes|sor.
FRIAR LAURENCE
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Ro||meo | shall thank | thee daught|er for | us
both.
JULIET
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As much | to him,| else in | his thanks | too
much.
ROMEO
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Ah Jul|iet,| if the meas|ure of | thy joy
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Be heaped | like mine, and that | thy skill | be more
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To blaz|on it,| then sweet|en with | thy breath
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This neigh|bor air,| and let / rich mus|ic's
tongue,
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Unfold | the imag|ined hap|piness | that both
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Receive | in eith|er, by | this dear |
encoun||ter.
JULIET
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Conceit | more^rich | in mat|ter than | in words,
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Brags of | his sub|stance, not | of orn|ament:
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They are | but beg|gars that | can count | their
worth,
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But my / true love | is grown | to such | excess,
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I can|not sum | up sum | of half | my wealth.
FRIAR LAURENCE
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Come, come / with me,| and we will // make short work,
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For by | your leaves,| you shall | not stay |
alone,
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Till ho|ly church | incorp|orate two | in one.
[Exeunt]