Therefore love moderately, long love doth so;  
Too swift arrives as tardy as too slow.--_Enter_ JULIET  
Here comes the lady. O, so light a foot  
Will ne'er wear out the everlasting flint!  
A lover may bestride the gossamer  
That idles in the wanton summer air,  
And yet not fall, so light is vanity.  
_Juliet._ Good even to my ghostly confessor.  
_Friar Laurence._ Romeo shall thank thee, daughter, for us both.  
_Juliet._ As much to him, else is 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 my true love is grown to such excess  
I cannot sum up half my sum of wealth.  
_Friar Laurence._ 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.  
[_Exeunt._  

SCENE I. _A Public Place_  
_Enter_ MERCUTIO, BENVOLIO, Page, _and_ Servants  
_Benvolio._ I pray thee, good Mercutio, let's retire.  
The day is hot, the Capulets abroad,  
And if we meet we shall not scape a brawl;  
For now, these hot days, is the mad blood stirring.  
_Mercutio._ Thou art like one of those fellows that  
when he enters the confines of a tavern claps me his  
sword upon the table, and says 'God send me no  
need of thee!' and by the operation of the second  
cup draws him on the drawer, when indeed there is  
no need.  
_Benvolio._ Am I like such a fellow?  
_Mercutio._ Come, come, thou art as hot a Jack in  

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