The marriage of Romeo and Juliet
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- Amen, amen. But come what sorrow can,It cannot countervail the exchange of joyThat one short minute gives me in her sight.
- So smile the heavens upon this holy actThat after-hours with sorrow chide us not.
- And in their triumph die, like fire and powder,Which, as they kiss, consume. The sweetest honey
- Ah, Juliet, if the measure of thy joyBe heaped like mine, and that thy skill be moreTo blazon it, then sweeten with thy breath
- Here comes the lady.
- Good even to my ghostly confessor.
- This neighbor air, and let rich music’s tongueUnfold the imagined happiness that bothReceive in either by this dear encounter.
- Romeo comes to meet friar Lawrence to merry 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,
- they talk about marriage.
- Come, come with me, and we will make short work,For, by your leaves, you shall not stay aloneTill Holy Church incorporate two in one.
- But my true love is grown to such excessI cannot sum up sum of half my wealth.
- Juliet comes and the marriage begins.
- they both say how much they mean to each other and will love each other no matter what
- Juliet explains her love for Romeo is better than anything.
- they are happily married.
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