| Act 2 Scene 3 - Friar Lawrence's Cell |
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 | The grey-eyed morn smiles on the frowning night,... We sucking on her natural bosom find... Virtue itself turns vice, being misapplied,/ and vice sometime's by action diginified. | |
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| Enter Romeo (unseen by Friar Lawrence) |
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| Within the infant rind of this small flower/Poision hath residence, and medicine power;... and where the worser is predominant,/ Full soon the canker death eats up the plant. | |
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| Good Morrow, Father. | |
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| Benendicite!/ What realy tounge so sweet saluteth me?... or if not so, then here I hit it right/ Our romer hath not been in bed tonight. | |
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