Being tasted, [slays] all senses with the heart.
Two such opposed kings [encamp them] still
In man as well as herbs,—grace and rude will;
And where the [worser] is predominant,
Full soon the [canker] death eats up that plant.
Enter Romeo
Romeo. Good morrow, father.
Friar Laurence. Benedicite!
What early tongue so sweet saluteth me?—