within the infant rind of this weak
for this, being smelt, with that part cheers each part; being tasted, stays all senses with the heart. the boys follow the father as he moves out of the greenhouse and into an adjoining work area. the walls are lined with bottles of herbs and dried plants and a television flickers in the corner.
for naught so vile on the earth doth live, but to the earth some special good doth give;
nor aught so good but, strained from that fair use, revolts from true birth, stumbling on abuse.
two such opposed kings encamp them
benedicite! what early tongue so sweet saluteth me?
young son, it argues a distempered
god pardon sin! wast thou with rosaline?
that's my good son! but where hast thou been then?
be plain, good son, and homely in thy drift. riddling confession finds but riddling shrift.
holy saint francis! what a change is here! is rosaline, that thou didst love so dear, so soon foresaken? young men's love then lies not truly in their hearts, but in their eyes.
for doting, not for loving, pupil mine.
o, she knew well thy love did read by rote, that could not spell.
but come, young waverer, come, go with me. in one respect i'll thy assistant be. for this alliance may so happy
wisely and slow. they stumble that run fast.
these violent delights have violent ends!
the sweetest honey is loathsome in its own deliciousness, therefore love moderately.
long love doth so. too swift arrives as tardy as too slow. juliet pushes through the double doors at the far end of the church.
here comes the lady.
come, come, and we will make short work. for, by your leaves, you shall not stay alone till holy church incorporate two in one.
i thought thy disposition better tempered! thy juliet is alive, there art thou happy. the law that threatened death becomes thy friend and turns it to exile. there art thou happy. a pack of blessings light upon thy back.
go, get thee to thy love, as was decreed. ascend her chamber. hence and comfort her. but look thou stay not till the watch be set, for then thou canst not pass to mantua where thou shalt live till we can find a time to blaze your marriage, reconcile your friends, beg pardon of the prince and call thee back, with twenty hundred thousand times more joy than thou wentst forth in lamentation.
go hence. be gone by the break of
that's a certain text.
my leisure serves me, pensive daughter, now. we must entreat the time alone.
o juliet, i already know thy grief.
it strains me past the compass of my wits.
hold daughter!
i do spy a kind of hope, which craves as desperate an
to chide away this shame.
no warmth, no breath shall testify thou livest. each part, deprived of supple government, shall stiff and stark and cold appear, like death. now when the bridegroom in the
take thou this vial, being then in bed, and this distilling liquor drink thou off. i'll send my letters to thy lord with speed to mantua.
as the custom is, in all her best array bear her to church.
who bore my letter then to romeo?
by my brotherhood, unhappy fortune! the letter was of dear import. adieu.
now must i to the monument alone. within this hour will fair juliet awake.
saint francis be my speed tonight!
fear comes upon me. o, much i fear some ill unthrifty thing.
balthasar?
how long hath he been there?
romeo. the lady stirs.
the lady stirs!