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  • Title: Romeo and Juliet (Folio 1, 1623)
  • Editor: Roger Apfelbaum

    • ISBN: 1-55058-299-2

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    Author: William Shakespeare
    Editor: Roger Apfelbaum
    Not Peer Reviewed

    Romeo and Juliet (Folio 1, 1623)

    Enter Frier and Romeo.
    Fri. So smile the heauens vpon this holy act,
    That after houres, with sorrow chide vs not.
    1395Rom. Amen, amen, but come what sorrow can,
    It cannot counteruaile the exchange of ioy
    That one short minute giues me in her sight:
    Do thou but close our hands with holy words.
    Then Loue-deuouring death do what he dare,
    1400It is inough. I may but call her mine.
    Fri. These violent delights haue violent endes,
    And in their triumph: die like fire and powder;
    Which as they kisse consume. The sweetest honey
    Is loathsome in his owne deliciousnesse,
    1405And in the taste confoundes the appetite.
    Therefore Loue moderately, long Loue doth so,
    Too swift arriues as tardie as too slow.
    Enter Iuliet.
    Here comes the Lady. Oh so light a foot
    1410Will nere weare out the euerlasting flint,
    ff2 A
    64 The Tragedie of Romeo and Juliet.
    A Louer may bestride the Gossamours,
    That ydles in the wanton Summer ayre,
    And yet not fall, so light is vanitie.
    Iul. Good euen to my ghostly Confessor.
    1415Fri. Romeo shall thanke thee Daughter for vs both.
    Iul. As much to him, else in his thanks too much.
    Fri. Ah Iuliet, if the measure of thy ioy
    Be heapt like mine, and that thy skill be more
    To blason it, then sweeten with thy breath
    1420This neighbour ayre, and let rich musickes tongue,
    Vnfold the imagin'd happinesse that both
    Receiue in either, by this deere encounter.
    Iul. Conceit more rich in matter then in words,
    Brags of his substance, not of Ornament:
    1425They are but beggers that can count their worth,
    But my true Loue is growne to such such excesse,
    I cannot sum vp some of halfe my wealth.
    Fri. Come, come with me, & we will make short worke,
    For by your leaues, you shall not stay alone,
    1430Till holy Church incorporate two in one.
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