Romeo. Thou chidd'st me oft for loving Rosaline.
Friar Laurence. For doting, not for loving, pupil mine.
Romeo. And bad'st me bury love.
Friar Laurence. Not in a grave,
To lay one in, another out to have.
Romeo. I pray thee, chide not; she whom I love now
Doth grace for grace and love for love allow,
The other did not so.
Friar Laurence. O, she knew well
Thy love [did read by rote] and could not spell.