William Shakespeare's Romeo and Juliet tells the tale of two "star-crossed lovers", divided by family but united by love.
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Act II. Scene VI.

Scene VI.—The Same. FRIAR
LAURENCE'S Cell.

Enter FRIAR LAURENCE and ROMEO.

Fri. L. So smile the heaven upon this holy
act,
That after hours with sorrow chide us not!
Rom. 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 hut close our hands with holy words,
Then Jove-devouring death do what he dare;
It is enough I may but call her mine.
Fri. L. 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.
Jul. Good even to my ghostly confessor.
Fri. L. Romeo shall thank thee, daughter,
for us both.
Jul. As much to him, else are his thanks too
much.
Rom. 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.
Jul. 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 half my sum of wealth.
Fri. L. 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.
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