Scene 10 act 2, scene 3

[St. Peter's Church, dawn. FRIAR LAWRENCE with basket]

FRIAR 2.3.1
The grey-eyed morn smiles on the frowning night,
Check'ring the eastern clouds with streaks of light,
And fleckled darkness like a drunkard reels dappled, staggers
From forth day's path and Titan's fiery¹ wheels. out of the way of, burning²: sun-chariot
Now, ere the sun advance his burning eye, before, raises 2.3.5
The day to cheer and night's dank dew to dry,
I must up-fill this osier cage of ours basket
With baleful weeds and precious-juiced flowers. harmful
The earth that's nature's mother is her tomb;
What is her burying grave, that is her womb; is also 2.3.10
And from her womb children of divers kind diverse plants
We sucking on her natural bosom find
Many for many virtues excellent, many plants have healing powers
None but for some and yet all different. all good for something
O, mickle is the powerful grace that lies great, healing power 2.3.15
In plants, herbs, stones, and their true qualities. extracts

[examining a flower]
Within the infant rind of this weak flower frail 2.3.23
Poison hath residence and medicine power:
For this, being smelt, with that part cheers each part; makes you feel better
Being tasted, slays¹ all senses with the heart. stays²: kills you
Two such opposéd kings encamp them still enemy, always
In man as well as herbs, grace and rude will; good and evil
And where the worser is predominant, evil 2.3.30
Full soon the canker death eats up that plant. infection of

For naught so vile that on the earth doth live nothing is so evil 2.3.17
But to the earth some special good doth give, humankind
Nor aught so good but, strained from that fair use, anything, that cannot be
Revolts from true birth, stumbling on abuse. abused for harm
Virtue itself turns vice, being misapplied, becomes vice when misapplied
And vice sometimes by action dignified. can be good if the result is good

ROMEO [enter] 2.3.32
Good morrow, Father. morning

FRIAR Benedicité! bless you 2.3.33
What early tongue so sweet saluteth me? hails
Young son, it argues a distempered head suggests, disturbed mind
So soon to bid good morrow to thy bed. leaving your bed so early
Care keeps his watch in every old man's eye, worry stays on guard
And where care lodges, sleep will never lie; worry stays, lie down
But where unbruisèd youth with unstuffed brain trouble-free, clear minds
Doth couch his limbs, there golden sleep doth reign. rest 2.3.40
Therefore thy earliness doth me assure
Thou art up-roused by some distemperature; something upsetting
Or if not so, then here I hit it right:
Our Romeo hath not been in bed tonight. last night

ROMEO 2.3.46
That last is true. The sweeter rest was mine. I had an even sweeter rest

FRIAR 2.3.47
God pardon sin! Wast thou with Rosaline?

ROMEO 2.3.48
With Rosaline, my ghostly Father? No! spiritual
I have forgot that name and that name's woe.

FRIAR 2.3.50
That's my good son. But where hast thou been then?

ROMEO 2.3.52
I'll tell thee ere thou ask it me again. before
I have been feasting with mine enemy,
Where on a sudden one hath wounded me suddenly
That's by me wounded. Both our remedies who I had wounded, cures
Within thy help and holy physic lies. spiritual remedy
I bear no hatred, blessèd man, for lo, look
My intercession likewise steads my foe. my plea also helps my foe (Juliet)

FRIAR 2.3.59
Be plain, good son, and homely in thy drift. simple, speech
Riddling confession finds but riddling shrift. confessing in riddles, absolution

ROMEO 2.3.61
Then plainly know my heart's dear love is set
On the fair daughter of rich Capulet.
As mine on hers, so hers is set on mine,
And all combined, save what thou must combine we are combined except
By holy marriage. When and where and how
We met, we wooed and made exchange of vow,
I'll tell thee as we pass, but this I pray, walk
That thou consent to marry us today.

FRIAR 2.3.69
Holy Saint Francis, what a change is here!
Is Rosaline, whom¹ thou didst love so dear, that²
So soon forsaken? Young men's love then lies forgotten
Not truly in their hearts, but in their eyes.
Jesu Maria, what a deal of brine a lot of salt water
Hath washed thy sallow cheeks for Rosaline! yellow
How much salt water thrown² away in waste cast¹ 2.3.75
To season love, that of it doth not taste! to season a love you did not taste
The sun not yet thy sighs from heaven clears, dried the fog of your sighs
Thy old groans ring yet¹ in mine² ancient ears. yet ringing², my¹
Lo, here upon thy cheek the stain doth sit look
Of an old tear that is not washed off yet. 2.3.80
If e'er thou wast thyself and these woes thine,
Thou and these woes were all for Rosaline.
And art thou changed? Pronounce this sentence then: repeat this saying
"Women may fall when there's no strength in men. " fall from grace when

ROMEO men have no strength
Thou chide'st me oft for loving Rosaline. scolded me often 2.3.86

FRIAR 2.3.87
For doting, not for loving, pupil mine.

ROMEO 2.3.88
And bade'st me bury love. told

FRIAR Not in a grave 2.3.89
To lay one in, another out to have. and take another out

ROMEO 2.3.91
I pray thee, chide me not. Her I love now please don't scold me, the girl
Doth grace for grace and love for love allow. returns my joy and love
The other did not so.

FRIAR O, she knew well 2.3.94
Thy love did read by rote and¹ could not spell. recite from memory, that², read
But come, young waverer, come, go with me.
In one respect I'll thy assistant be, for one reason I'll help you
For this alliance may so happy prove marriage
To turn your households' rancor to pure love. families' hatred

ROMEO 2.3.100
O, let us hence! I stand on sudden haste! go, I cannot wait

FRIAR 2.3.101
Wisely and slow. They stumble that run fast.

[They exit]

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