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ROMEO (Exit Juliet.)
(Exit.)
I would I were thy bird.

JULIET

Sweet, so would I:
Yet I should kill thee with much cherishing.
Good night, good night. Parting is such sweet sorrow
That I shall say good night till it be morrow. [185]

ROMEO

Sleep dwell upon thine eyes, peace in thy breast.
Would I were sleep and peace so sweet to rest.
The grey - ey’d morn smiles on the frowning night,
Chequering the eastern clouds with streaks of light;
And darkness fleckled like a drunkard reels [190]
From forth day’s pathway, made by Titan’s wheels.
Hence will I to my ghostly Sire’s close cell,
His help to crave and my dear hap to tell.

Scene III IT

Enter Friar (Laurence) alone with a basket.

FRIAR LAURENCE

Now, ere the sun advance his burning eye
The day to cheer, and night’s dank dew to dry,
I must upfill this osier cage of ours
With baleful weeds and precious-juiced flowers.
The earth that’s nature’s mother is her tomb: [5]
What is her burying grave, that is her womb;
And from her womb children of divers kind
We sucking on her natural bosom find.
Many for many virtues excellent,
None but for some, and yet all different. [10]
O, mickle is the powerful grace that lies
In plants, herbs, stones, and their true qualities.
For naught so vile that on the earth doth live
But to the earth some special good doth give;