Friar.
I hope thy lucky star will now preside,
And shine on thee and on thy bonny bride.

Romeo.
What! art thou mad? thy words are nonsense quite:
Who ever saw a star shine, but at night?
Oh, that the ceremony was begun!
I shan't be easy till the deed is done:
Not yet in sight! (Looking out at the door.)
I hope the old Nurse told her
That I was here, and longing to behold her.

Friar.
Be patient, man; why what the devil ails thee?
It seems thy grumbling spirit never fails thee:
But here the lady comes;—now prick your ears,—
And lay aside your groaning doubts and fears. (Enter Juliet.)

Juliet.
Good-morrow, Priest, so pious and so ghostly.

Friar.
Good-day.—Your business lies with Romeo, mostly. (Handing her over.)

Romeo.
O Juliet! plump faced virgin! if thy pleasure
Now equal mine in boundless weight and measnre,
Ope wide thy mouth and speak thy soul's delight.

Juliet.
I faint with joy, with bliss o'erpowered quite.

Friar.
Come, come, no jokes: alone you shant remain,
Till wedlock's knot in one has bound the twain. [Exeunt.

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