The Tragedy Of Romeo And Juliet

1 Enter Friar Lawrence with a basket.
2 FRIAR LAWRENCE.
3 The grey-ey’d morn smiles on the frowning night,
4 Chequering the eastern clouds with streaks of light;
5 And fleckled darkness like a drunkard reels
6 From forth day’s pathway, made by Titan’s fiery wheels
7 Now, ere the sun advance his burning eye,
8 The day to cheer, and night’s dank dew to dry,
9 I must upfill this osier cage of ours
10 With baleful weeds and precious-juiced flowers.
11 The earth that’s nature’s mother, is her tomb;
12 What is her burying grave, that is her womb:
13 And from her womb children of divers kind
14 We sucking on her natural bosom find.
15 Many for many virtues excellent,
16 None but for some, and yet all different.
17 O, mickle is the powerful grace that lies
18 In plants, herbs, stones, and their true qualities.
19 For naught so vile that on the earth doth live
20 But to the earth some special good doth give;
21 Nor aught so good but, strain’d from that fair use,
22 Revolts from true birth, stumbling on abuse.
23 Virtue itself turns vice being misapplied,
24 And vice sometime’s by action dignified.
25 Enter Romeo.
26 Within the infant rind of this weak flower
27 Poison hath residence, and medicine power:
28 For this, being smelt, with that part cheers each part;
29 Being tasted, slays all senses with the heart.
30 Two such opposed kings encamp them still
31 In man as well as herbs,—grace and rude will;
32 And where the worser is predominant,
33 Full soon the canker death eats up that plant.
34 ROMEO.
35 Good morrow, father.
36 FRIAR LAWRENCE.
37 Benedicite!
38 What early tongue so sweet saluteth me?
39 Young son, it argues a distemper’d head
40 So soon to bid good morrow to thy bed.
41 Care keeps his watch in every old man’s eye,
42 And where care lodges sleep will never lie;
43 But where unbruised youth with unstuff’d brain
44 Doth couch his limbs, there golden sleep doth reign.
45 Therefore thy earliness doth me assure
46 Thou art uprous’d with some distemperature;
47 Or if not so, then here I hit it right,
48 Our Romeo hath not been in bed tonight.
49 ROMEO.
50 That last is true; the sweeter rest was mine.
51 FRIAR LAWRENCE.
52 God pardon sin. Wast thou with Rosaline?
53 ROMEO.
54 With Rosaline, my ghostly father? No.
55 I have forgot that name, and that name’s woe.
56 FRIAR LAWRENCE.
57 That’s my good son. But where hast thou been then?
58 ROMEO.
59 I’ll tell thee ere thou ask it me again.
60 I have been feasting with mine enemy,
61 Where on a sudden one hath wounded me
62 That’s by me wounded. Both our remedies
63 Within thy help and holy physic lies.
64 I bear no hatred, blessed man; for lo,
65 My intercession likewise steads my foe.
66 FRIAR LAWRENCE.
67 Be plain, good son, and homely in thy drift;
68 Riddling confession finds but riddling shrift.
69 ROMEO.
70 Then plainly know my heart’s dear love is set
71 On the fair daughter of rich Capulet.
72 As mine on hers, so hers is set on mine;
73 And all combin’d, save what thou must combine
74 By holy marriage. When, and where, and how
75 We met, we woo’d, and made exchange of vow,
76 I’ll tell thee as we pass; but this I pray,
77 That thou consent to marry us today.
78 FRIAR LAWRENCE.
79 Holy Saint Francis! What a change is here!
80 Is Rosaline, that thou didst love so dear,
81 So soon forsaken? Young men’s love then lies
82 Not truly in their hearts, but in their eyes.
83 Jesu Maria, what a deal of brine
84 Hath wash’d thy sallow cheeks for Rosaline!
85 How much salt water thrown away in waste,
86 To season love, that of it doth not taste.
87 The sun not yet thy sighs from heaven clears,
88 Thy old groans yet ring in mine ancient ears.
89 Lo here upon thy cheek the stain doth sit
90 Of an old tear that is not wash’d off yet.
91 If ere thou wast thyself, and these woes thine,
92 Thou and these woes were all for Rosaline,
93 And art thou chang’d? Pronounce this sentence then,
94 Women may fall, when there’s no strength in men.
95 ROMEO.
96 Thou chidd’st me oft for loving Rosaline.
97 FRIAR LAWRENCE.
98 For doting, not for loving, pupil mine.
99 ROMEO.
100 And bad’st me bury love.
101 FRIAR LAWRENCE.
102 Not in a grave
103 To lay one in, another out to have.
104 ROMEO.
105 I pray thee chide me not, her I love now
106 Doth grace for grace and love for love allow.
107 The other did not so.
108 FRIAR LAWRENCE.
109 O, she knew well
110 Thy love did read by rote, that could not spell.
111 But come young waverer, come go with me,
112 In one respect I’ll thy assistant be;
113 For this alliance may so happy prove,
114 To turn your households’ rancour to pure love.
115 ROMEO.
116 O let us hence; I stand on sudden haste.
117 FRIAR LAWRENCE.
118 Wisely and slow; they stumble that run fast.
119 [_Exeunt._]