Frair Lawrence (walks on the stage)
The smile heavns upon this holly act,that after-hours with sorrow chide us not.
Romeo (change his face expression)
Amen,amen! But come what sorrow can, it cannot countervail the exchange of joy that one a short minute gives me in her sight.
Friar Lawrence (was shock hands moving around )
These violent delights have violent ends and 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
Juliet (happy to see Romeo)
Good even to my ghostly confessor
Friar Lawrence (tells romeo to kiss Juliet )
Romeo shall thanks thee, daughter,for us both.
(There kiss again)
Juliet (has a smile on there face )
As much to him,else is thanks too much
Romeo ah,Juliet if the measure of thy joy be heap’like mine,and thy skill be more to blazon it then sweeten with thy breath.
Juliet (talking)