FRIAR              Holy Saint Francis, what a change is here!                         Is Rosaline, that thou didst love so dear,                         So soon forsaken? Young men’s love then lies                         Not truly in their hearts, but in their eyes.                         Jesu Maria, what a deal of brine                         Hath washed thy sallow cheeks for Rosaline!                         How […]

ROMEO           Then plainly know, my heart’s dear love is set                         On the fair daughter of rich Capulet;                         As mine on hers, so hers is set on mine,                         And all combined, save what thou must combine                         By holy marriage. When and where and how                         We met, we wooed, and made exchange […]

ROMEO           I have been feasting with mine enemy,                         Where on a sudden one hath wounded me                         That’s by me wounded; both our remedies                         Within thy help and holy physic lies.                         I bear no hatred, blessèd man; for lo,                         My intercession likewise steads my foe. FRIAR              Be plain, good son, and […]

FRIAR              Therefore thy earliness doth me assure                         Thou art uproused with with some distemp’rature;                         Or if not so, then here I hit it right,                         Our Romeo hath not been in bed tonight. ROMEO           That last is true, the sweeter rest was mine. FRIAR              God pardon sin! wast thou with Rosaline? ROMEO           With […]

ROMEO           Good morrow, father. FRIAR                                                  Benedicite!                         What early tongue so sweet saluteth me?                         Young son, it argues a distempered head                         So soon to bid good morrow to thy bed:                         Care keeps his watch in every old man’s eye,                         And where care lodges, sleep will never lie;                         But where unbruisèd […]

Enter ROMEO. FRIAR              Within the infant rind of this weak flower                         Poison hath residence, and medicine power:                         For this, being smelt, with that part cheers each part,                         Being tasted, stays all senses with the heart.                         Two such opposèd kings encamp them still                         In man as well as herbs, grace and rude […]

FRIAR              The earth that’s nature’s mother is her tomb;                         What is her burying grave, that is her womb;                         And from her womb children of divers kind                         We sucking on her natural bosom find:                         Many for many virtues excellent,                         None but for some, and yet all different.                         O mickle is […]

Enter FRIAR [LAWRENCE] alone, with a basket. FRIAR              The grey-eyed morn smiles on the frowning night,                         Check’ring the eastern clouds with streaks of light;                         And fleckled darkness like a drunkard reels                         From forth day’s path and Titan’s fiery wheels:                         Now ere the sun advance his burning eye,                         The day to cheer, […]

JULIET                        Good night, good night! Parting is such sweet sorrow,                         That I shall say good night till it be morrow.         [Exit above] ROMEO           Sleep dwell upon thine eyes, peace in thy breast!                         Would I were sleep and peace, so sweet to rest!                         Hence will I to my ghostly sire’s close cell,                         […]

JULIET                        ’Tis almost morning, I would have thee gone:                         And yet no further than a wanton’s bird,                         That lets it hop a little from his hand,                         Like a poor prisoner in his twisted gyves,                         And with a silken thread plucks it back again,                         So loving-jealous of his liberty. ROMEO           I […]