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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."

[Enter FRIAR LAURENCE and ROMEO]

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."

FRIAR LAURENCE: "So smile the heavens upon this holy act, That after hours with sorrow chide us not!"

FRIAR LAURENCE: "Romeo shall thank thee, daughter, for us both."

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."

[Enter JULIET]

JULIET: "Good even to my ghostly confessor."

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."

JULIET: "As much to him, else is his thanks too much."

ROMEO: "Ah, Juliet, if the measure of thy joy Be heap'd like mine and that thy skill be more To blazon it, then sweeten with thy breath This neighbour air, and let rich music's tongue Unfold the imagined happiness that both Receive in either by this dear encounter."

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."

[Exeunt]