Fri. L. Romeo shall thank thee, daughter, for us both.
Jul. As much to him, else is his thanks too much.[724]
Rom. Ah, Juliet, if the measure of thy joy[725]
Be heap'd like mine, and that thy skill be more 25
To blazon it, then sweeten with thy breath
This neighbour air, and let rich music's tongue[726]
Unfold the imagined happiness that both
Receive in either by this dear encounter.
Jul. Conceit, more rich in matter than in words, 30
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,[727]
I cannot sum up sum of half my wealth.[728]
Fri. L. Come, come with me, and we will make short work; 35
For, by your leaves, you shall not stay alone
Till holy church incorporate two in one.[729] [Exeunt.
FOOTNOTES:
[393] Act ii. Prologue. Enter Chorus. Chor.] Edd. Chorus. Qq Ff. Act ii. Scene i. Chorus. Rowe. Enter Chorus. Theobald.
[394] in] on Pope.
[395] for which] which Steevens (1793).]
groan'd for] groned Q5. groan'd sore Rowe.