[Outside Friar Laurence's cottage. Enter Friar Laurence with a basket] Friar LaurenceThe grey-eyed morn smiles on the frowning night, Chequering the eastern clouds with streaks of light; And fleckled darkness, like a drunkard, reels From forth day's path and Titan's burning wheels. Now, ere the sun advance his burning eye, The day to cheer and night's dank dew to dry, I must upfill this osier cage of ours With baleful weeds and precious-juicèd flowers. The earth that's nature's mother is her tomb; What is her burying grave, that is her womb. And from her womb children of diverse kind We, sucking on her natural bosom, find; Many for many virtues excellent, None but for some, and yet all different. O, mickle is the powerful grace that lies In plants, herbs, stones, and their true qualities. For nought so vile that 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. Virtue itself turns vice, being misapplied; And vice sometime, by action, dignified. [Friar Laurence holds up a small flower] Within the infant rind of this weak flower Poison hath residence — and medicine power, [He smells the flower] with that part cheers each part; Being tasted, stays all senses with the heart. Two such opposèd kings encamp them still In man as well as herbs — grace and rude will; And where the worser is predominant, Full soon the canker death eats up that plant. [Enter Romeo] RomeoFriar LaurenceWhat early tongue so sweet saluteth me? Young son, it argues a distempered head So soon to bid good morrow to thy bed. Care keeps his watch in every old man's eye, And where care lodges, sleep will never lie; But where unbruisèd youth with unstuffed brain Doth couch his limbs, there golden sleep doth reign. Therefore thy earliness doth me assure Thou art up-roused with some distemp'rature; Or if not so — then here I hit it right, Our Romeo hath not been in bed tonight. RomeoThat last is true; the sweeter rest was mine. Friar LaurenceGod pardon sin! Wast thou with Rosaline? RomeoWith Rosaline, my ghostly father? No, I have forgot that name and that name's woe. Friar LaurenceThat's my good son. But where hast thou been, then? RomeoI'll tell thee, ere thou ask it me again. I have been feasting with mine enemy, Where, on a sudden, one hath wounded me That's by me wounded. Both our remedies Within thy help and holy physic lies. I bear no hatred, blessèd man, for, lo, My intercession likewise steads my foe. Friar LaurenceBe plain, good son, and homely in thy drift; Riddling confession finds but riddling shrift. RomeoThen 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 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: That thou consent to marry us today. Friar LaurenceHoly Saint Francis, what a change is here! Is Rosaline, that thou didst love so dear, So soon forsaken? Young men's love then lies Not truly in their hearts, but in their eyes. Jesu Maria, what a deal of brine Hath washed thy sallow cheeks for Rosaline! How much salt water thrown away in waste To season love that of it doth not taste. The sun not yet thy sighs from heaven clears, Thy old groans ring yet in my ancient ears — Lo, here upon thy cheek the stain doth sit Of an old tear that is not washed off yet. 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: Women may fall when there's no strength in men. RomeoThou chid'st me oft for loving Rosaline. Friar LaurenceFor doting, not for loving, pupil mine. RomeoFriar LaurenceTo lay one in, another out to have. RomeoI pray thee, chide me not. Her I love now Doth grace for grace, and love for love allow; Friar LaurenceThy 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 prove, To turn your households' rancor to pure love. RomeoO, let us hence; I stand on sudden haste. Friar LaurenceWisely and slow; they stumble that run fast. [Exit] What happens in Act 2 Scene 3 of Romeo and Juliet?In Act 2, Scene 3 of Romeo and Juliet, Romeo goes to see his priest Friar Laurence and asks him to marry him to his new love, Juliet. The priest agrees in an effort to end the feud between Romeo and Juliet's warring families.
What are some quotes from Romeo and Juliet Act 2?ROMEO: "My life were better ended by their hate Than death proogoed, wanting of thy love." circumstances: Romeo would be rather be caught and killed by Juliet's family than live without her love. JULIET: "O, swear not by the moon, th' inconstant moon.
What does Friar Laurence say in Act 2 Scene 3?Friar Laurence
All have some power, many of them have beneficial properties, and each one is different. Oh, the healing power that lies in herbs, plants, and stones is great. None are here uselessly, all have some benefit, yet there is no natural remedy so good that it cannot be used for ill either.
What are 3 quotes from Romeo and Juliet?You'll probably recognize most of these often-quoted Romeo and Juliet quotes.. " Parting is such sweet sorrow.” — ... . " But soft, what light through yonder window breaks? ... . “ Do you bite your thumb at us, sir?" — ... . " What, drawn, and talk of peace? ... . " My only love sprung from my only hate!" — ... . “ ... . " ... . |