Two in One

Friar: So smile the heavens upon this holy act,
 That after hours with sorrow chide us not.
 Romeo: Amen, amen, but come what sorrow can,
 It cannot countervail the exchange of joy
 That one short minute gives me in her sight:
 Do thou but close our hands with holy words,
 Then love-devouring death do what he dare,
 It is enough I may but call her mine.
 Friar: These violent delights have violent ends,
 And in their triumph die like fire and powder:
 Which as they kiss consume. The sweetest honey
 Is loathsome in his own deliciousness,
 And in their taste confounds the appetite.
 Therefore, love moderately, long love doth so,
 Too swift arrives, as tardy as too slow.
 Here comes the Lady. Oh so light a foot
 Will ne'er wear out the everlasting flint,
 A lover may bestride the gossamers,
 That idles in the wanton summer air,
 And yet not fall, so light is vanity.
 Juliet: Good even to my ghostly confessor.
 Friar: Romeo shall thank thee daughter for us both.
 Juliet: As much to him, else in his thanks too much.
 Romeo: Ah, Juliet, if the measure of thy joy
 Be heap'd like mine, and that thy skill be more
 To blazon it, then sweeten with thy breath
 This neighbour air, and let rich music's tongue
 Unfold the imagin'd happiness that both
 Receive in either, by this dear encounter.
 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,
 But thy true love is grown to such excess,
 I cannot sum up sum of half my wealth.
 Friar: Come, come with me, and we will make short work.
 For by your leaves, you shall not stay alone,
 Till holy Church incorporate two in one.