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  • Title: Romeo and Juliet (Modern)
  • Editor: Roger Apfelbaum
  • ISBN: 1-55058-299-2

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    Author: William Shakespeare
    Editor: Roger Apfelbaum
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    Romeo and Juliet (Modern)

    Enter Friar [Laurence] and Romeo.
    Friar Laurence So smile the heavens upon this holy act
    That after-hours with sorrow chide us not.
    1395Romeo 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,
    1400It 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
    1405And 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. Oh so light a foot
    1410Will 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.
    1415Friar 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 heaped like mine, and that thy skill be more
    To blazon it, then sweeten with thy breath
    1420This neighbor 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.
    1425They are but beggars that can count their worth,
    But my true love is grown to such excess
    I cannot sum up some 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
    1430Till Holy Church incorporate two in one.