SC. III.
ROMEO AND JULIET
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And where care lodges, sleep will never lie; |
Rom. | That last is true; the sweeter rest was mine. |
Fri. | God pardon sin! wast thou with Rosaline? |
Rom. | With Rosaline, my ghostly father? no; 45 I have forgot that name, and that name's woe. |
Fri. | That's my good son: but where hast thou been, then? |
Rom. | I'll tell thee, ere thou ask it me again. I have been feasting with mine enemy, Where on a sudden one hath wounded me, 50 That's by me wounded: both our remedies[E 3] Within thy help and holy physic lies: I bear no hatred, blessed man; for, lo, My intercession likewise steads[E 4] my foe. |
Fri. | Be plain, good son, and[C 2] homely in thy drift; 55 Riddling confession finds but riddling shrift. |
Rom. | Then plainly know my heart's dear love is set On the fair daughter of rich Capulet: As mine on hers, so hers is set on mine; And all combined, save what thou must combine 60 |