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 gossamers

That idles in the wanton summer air

And yet not fall; so light is vanity.


JULIET.

Good even to my ghostly confessor.


FRIAR LAWRENCE.

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 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.


JULIET.

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 sum of half my wealth.


FRIAR LAWRENCE.

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.]


ACT III
SCENE I. A public Place.
 Enter Mercutio, Benvolio, Page and

Servants.
BENVOLIO.

I pray thee, good Mercutio, let’s retire:

The day is hot, the Capulets abroad,

And if we meet, we shall not scape a brawl,

For now these hot days, is the mad blood stirring.


MERCUTIO.

Thou art like one of these fellows that, when he enters the confines of a

tavern, claps me his sword upon the table, and says ‘God send me no need

of thee!’ and by the operation of the second cup draws him on the drawer,

when indeed there is no need.


BENVOLIO.

Am I like such a fellow?


MERCUTIO.