Fri. L.
So smile the heavens 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 but close our hands with holy words,
Then love-devouring ^note death do what he ^note dare,
It is enough I ^note may but call her mine.

Fri. L.
These violent delights have violent ends
And in their triumph ^note die, like fire and powder
Which as they kiss ^note consume: the sweetest honey
Is loathsome ^note in his ^note 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 ^note in the wanton summer air,
And yet not fall; so ^note 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 is ^note his thanks too much.

Rom. ^note
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 ^note tongue
Unfold the imagined 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 ^note excess,
I cannot sum up sum of half my ^note 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. ^note

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