Act 2, Scene 3 Romeo and Juliet

[Outside Friar Laurence's cottage.  Enter Friar Laurence with a basket]

Friar Laurence

The grey-eyed morn smiles on the frowning night,

Chequering the eastern clouds with streaks of light;

And fleckled darkness, like a drunkard, reels

From forth day's path and Titan's burning wheels.

Now, ere the sun advance his burning eye,

The day to cheer and night's dank dew to dry,

I must upfill this osier cage of ours

With baleful weeds and precious-juicèd flowers.

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 diverse kind

We, sucking on her natural bosom, find;

Many for many virtues excellent,

None but for some, and yet all different.

O, mickle is the powerful grace that lies

In plants, herbs, stones, and their true qualities.

For nought so vile that on the earth doth live,

But to the earth some special good doth give;

Nor aught so good but, strained from that fair use,

Revolts from true birth, stumbling on abuse.               

Virtue itself turns vice, being misapplied;

And vice sometime, by action, dignified.

[Friar Laurence holds up a small flower]

Within the infant rind of this weak flower

Poison hath residence — and medicine power,

[He smells the flower]

                                          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 will;

And where the worser is predominant,

Full soon the canker death eats up that plant.              

[Enter Romeo]

Romeo

Friar Laurence

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 youth with unstuffed brain

Doth couch his limbs, there golden sleep doth reign.

Therefore thy earliness doth me assure

Thou art up-roused 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 Laurence

God pardon sin! Wast thou with Rosaline?

Romeo

With Rosaline, my ghostly father? No,

I have forgot that name and that name's woe.

Friar Laurence

That's my good son. But where hast thou been, then?

Romeo

I'll tell thee, ere thou ask it me again.

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 Laurence

Be plain, good son, and homely in thy drift;

Riddling confession finds but riddling shrift.

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 of vow,

I'll tell thee as we pass; but this I pray:

That thou consent to marry us today.

Friar Laurence

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 much salt water thrown away in waste

To season love that of it doth not taste.

The sun not yet thy sighs from heaven clears,

Thy old groans ring yet in my ancient ears —

Lo, here upon thy cheek the stain doth sit

Of an old tear that is not washed off yet.

If e'er thou wast thyself and these woes thine,

Thou and these woes were all for Rosaline.

And art thou changed? Pronounce this sentence then:

Women may fall when there's no strength in men.     

Romeo

Thou chid'st me oft for loving Rosaline.

Friar Laurence

For doting, not for loving, pupil mine.

Romeo

Friar Laurence

To lay one in, another out to have.

Romeo

I pray thee, chide me not. Her I love now

Doth grace for grace, and love for love allow;

Friar Laurence

Thy love did read by rote, that could not spell.

But come, young waverer, come, go with me.

In one respect I'll thy assistant be,                                 

For this alliance may so happy prove,

To turn your households' rancor to pure love.

Romeo

O, let us hence; I stand on sudden haste.

Friar Laurence

Wisely and slow; they stumble that run fast.

[Exit]

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