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• Romeo and Juliet: Dramatis PersonÆ.
• Prologue.
• Act I.
• Scene I.—: Verona. a Public Place.
• Scene II.—: The Same. a Street.
• Scene III.—: The Same. a Room Incapulet’shouse.
• Scene IV.—: The Same. a Street.
• Scene V.—: The Same. a Hall Incapulet’shouse.
• Prologue.
• Act II.
• Scene I.—: Verona. a Lane By the Wall Ofcapulet’sorchard.
• Scene II.—: The Same.capulet’sorchard.
• Scene III.—: The Same.friar Laurence’scell.
• Scene IV.—: The Same. a Street.
• Scene V.—: The Same.capulet’sgarden.
• Scene VI.—: The Same.friar Laurence’scell.
• Act III.
• Scene I.—: Verona. a Public Place.
• Scene II.—: The Same.capulet’sorchard.
• Scene III.—: The Same.friar Laurence’scell.
• Scene IV.—: The Same. a Room Incapulet’shouse.
• Scene V.—: The Same.juliet’schamber.
• Act IV.
• Scene I.—: Verona.friar Laurence’scell.
• Scene II.—: The Same. Hall Incapulet’shouse.
• Scene III.—: The Same.juliet’schamber.
• Scene IV.—: The Same. Hall Incapulet’shouse.
• Scene V.—: The Same.juliet’schamber.
• Act V.
• Scene I.—: Mantua. a Street.
• Scene II.—: Verona.friar Laurence’scell.
• Scene III.—: The Same. a Churchyard; In It a Monument Belonging to Thecapulets.

Scene VI.—

The Same.Friar Laurence’sCell.

EnterFriar LaurenceandRomeo.

Fri. L.

So smile the heaven 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 death do what he dare;

It is enough I may but call her mine.

Fri. L.

These violent delights have violent ends,

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.

EnterJuliet.

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 in the wanton summer air,

And yet not fall; so 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 are his thanks too much.

Rom.

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.

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 excess

I cannot sum up half my sum of 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.

ACT III.