Acte 2 scène 6

SCENE VI. Friar Laurence's cell.     Enter FRIAR LAURENCE and ROMEO FRIAR LAURENCE     So smile the heavens upon this holy act,     That after hours with sorrow chide us not! 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. 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.     Enter JULIET     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. JULIET     Good even to my ghostly confessor. FRIAR LAURENCE     Romeo shall thank thee, daughter, for us both. 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. 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. 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