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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 . FRIAR LAWRENCE . 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 gossamers That idles in the wanton summer air And yet not fall ; so light is vanity . JULIET . Good even to my ghostly confessor . FRIAR LAWRENCE . 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 imagin’d 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 LAWRENCE . 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 . ] ACT III SCENE I . A public Place . Enter Mercutio , Benvolio , Page and Servants . BENVOLIO . I pray thee , good Mercutio , let’s retire : The day is hot , the Capulets abroad , And if we meet , we shall not scape a brawl , For now these hot days , is the mad blood stirring . MERCUTIO . Thou art like one of these fellows that , when he enters the confines of a tavern , claps me his sword upon the table , and says ‘ God send me no need of thee ! ’ and by the operation of the second cup draws him on the drawer , when indeed there is no need . BENVOLIO . Am I like such a fellow ? MERCUTIO . Come , come , thou art as hot a Jack in thy mood as any in Italy ; and as soon moved to be moody , and as soon moody to be moved . BENVOLIO . And what to ? MERCUTIO . Nay , an there were two such , we should have none shortly , for one would kill the other . Thou ? Why , thou wilt quarrel with a man that hath a hair more or a hair less in his beard than thou hast . Thou wilt quarrel with a man for cracking nuts , having no other reason but because thou hast hazel eyes . What eye but such an eye would spy out such a quarrel ? Thy head is as full of quarrels as an egg is full of meat , and yet thy head hath been beaten as addle as an egg for quarrelling . Thou hast quarrelled with a man for coughing in the street , because he hath wakened thy dog that hath lain asleep in the sun . Didst thou not fall out with a tailor for wearing his new doublet before Easter ? with another for tying his new shoes with an old riband ? And yet thou wilt tutor me from quarrelling !
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