[Sc. X.]
Enter Romeo, Frier.
Rom: Now Father Laurence, in thy holy grant
Consists the good of me and Iuliet.
Fr: Without more words I will doo all I may,
To make you happie if in me it lye.
Rom: This morning here she pointed we should meet, 5
And consumate those neuer parting bands,
Witnes of our harts loue by ioyning hands.
And come she will.
Fr: I gesse she will indeed,
Youths loue is quicke, swifter than swiftest speed. 10
Enter Iuliet somewhat fast, and embraceth Romeo.
See where she comes.
So light of foote nere hurts the troden flower:
Of loue and ioy, see see the soueraigne power.
Iul: Romeo.
Rom: My Iuliet welcome. As doo waking eyes 15
(Cloasd in Nights mysts) attend the frolicke Day,
So Romeo hath expected Iuliet,
And thou art come.