Gary Taylor, John Jowett, Terri Bourus, and Gabriel Egan (eds), The New Oxford Shakespeare: Modern Critical Edition
Editor’s NoteEnter Friar Laurence alone with a basketEditor’s Note1
friar laurence The grey-eyed morn smiles on the frowning night,
Editor’s Note2Chequ'ring the eastern clouds with streaks of light,
Editor’s Note3And fleckled darkness like a drunkard reels
Editor’s Note4From forth day's path and Titan's fiery wheels.
5Now, ere the sun advance his burning eye
6The day to cheer and night's dank dew to dry,
Editor’s Note7I must up-fill this osier cage of ours
8With baleful weeds and precious-juicèd flowers.
Editor’s Note9The earth, that's nature's mother, is her tomb.
10What is her burying grave, that is her womb,
Editor’s Note11And from her womb children of divers kind
12We sucking on her natural bosom find,
Editor’s Note13Many for many virtues excellent,
Editor’s Note14None but for some, and yet all different.
Editor’s Note15O mickle is the powerful grace that lies
16In plants, herbs, stones, and their true qualities;
18But to the earth some special good doth give;
Editor’s Note19Nor aught so good but, strained from that fair use,
Editor’s Note20Revolts from true birth, stumbling on abuse.
21Virtue itself turns vice being misapplied,
22And vice sometime's by action dignified.Editor’s NoteEnter Romeo
23Within the infant rind of this weak flower
Editor’s Note24Poison hath residence, and medicine power;
pg 1028Editor’s Note25For this, being smelt, with that part cheers each part;
Editor’s Note26Being tasted, stays all senses with the heart.
Editor’s Note27Two such opposèd kings encamp them still
Editor’s Note28In man as well as herbs—grace and rude will;
29And where the worser is predominant,
Editor’s Note30Full soon the canker death eats up that plant.Editor’s Note31
romeo Good morrow, father.
friar laurence Benedicite.
32What early tongue so sweet saluteth me?
Editor’s Note33Young son, it argues a distempered head
34So soon to bid good morrow to thy bed.
35Care keeps his watch in every old man's eye,
36And where care lodges, sleep will never lie,
37But where unbruisèd youth with unstuffed brain
38Doth couch his limbs, there golden sleep doth reign.
39Therefore thy earliness doth me assure
40Thou art uproused with some distemp'rature;
41Or if not so, then here I hit it right:
42Our Romeo hath not been in bed tonight.43
romeo That last is true; the sweeter rest was mine.44
friar laurence God pardon sin! Wast thou with Rosaline?45
romeo With Rosaline, my ghostly father? No,
46I have forgot that name and that name's woe.47
friar laurence That's my good son. But where hast thou been then?48
romeo I'll tell thee ere thou ask it me again:
49I have been feasting with mine enemy,
50Where on a sudden one hath wounded me
Link 51That's by me wounded. Both our remedies
Editor’s Note52Within thy help and holy physic lies.
53I bear no hatred, blessèd man, for lo,
Editor’s Note54My intercession likewise steads my foe.55
friar laurence Be plain, good son, and homely in thy drift;
Editor’s Note56Riddling confession finds but riddling shrift.57
romeo Then plainly know my heart's dear love is set
58On the fair daughter of rich Capulet.
59As mine on hers, so hers is set on mine,
60And all combined, save what thou must combine
61By holy marriage. When and where and how
62We met, we wooed, and made exchange of vow
63I'll tell thee as we pass; but this I pray,
64That thou consent to marry us today.Editor’s Note65
friar laurence Holy Saint Francis, what a change is here!
66Is Rosaline, that thou didst love so dear,
67So soon forsaken? Young men's love then lies
69Jesu Maria, what a deal of brine
70Hath washed thy sallow cheeks for Rosaline!
71How much salt water thrown away in waste,
Editor’s Note72To season love, that of it doth not taste!
Editor’s Note73The sun not yet thy sighs from heaven clears;
74Thy old groans yet ring in mine ancient ears.
75Lo, here upon thy cheek the stain doth sit
76Of an old tear that is not washed off yet.
77If ere thou wast thyself, and these woes thine,
78Thou and these woes were all for Rosaline.
Editor’s Note79And art thou changed? Pronounce this sentence then:
Editor’s Note80Women may fall when there's no strength in men.81
romeo Thou chidd'st me oft for loving Rosaline.82
friar laurence For doting, not for loving, pupil mine.83
romeo And bad'st me bury love.
friar laurence Not in a grave
84To lay one in, another out to have.85
romeo I pray thee chide me not. Her I love now
Link 86Doth grace for grace, and love for love allow;
87The other did not so.
friar laurence O, she knew well
Editor’s Note88Thy love did read by rote, that could not spell.
89But come, young waverer, come, go with me,
90In one respect I'll thy assistant be;
91For this alliance may so happy prove
92To turn your household's rancour to pure love.Editor’s Note93
romeo O, let us hence! I stand on sudden haste.94
friar laurence Wisely and slow, they stumble that run fast.Exeunt