Act 2 Scene 3 Flashcards
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The grey eyed morn smiles on the frowning night,
The grey eyed morn smiles on the frowning night,
Chequering the eastern clouds with streaks of light
Good Morrow Friar
Young son, it argues a distemper’d head
Young son, it argues a distemper’d head
So soon to bid good morrow to thy bed
So soon to bid good morrow to thy bed
Or if not so, then here I hit it right
Or if not so, then here I hit it right
Our Romeo hath not been in bed-to-night
The sweeter rest was mine
God pardon sin! wast thou with rosaline?
That thou consent to marry us to day
WHAT, Holy saint francis, what a change is here
WHAT, Holy saint francis, what a change is here
Is Rosaline whom thou didst love so dear
Is Rosaline whom thou didst love so dear
So soon forsaken? Young men’s love then lies
So soon forsaken? Young men’s love then lies
Not truly in their hearts, but in their eyes
Thou chidst me oft for loving Rosaline
For doting, not for loving pupil dear
The other did not so
O, she knew well
O, she knew well
Thy love dis read by rite and could not spell
Thy love dis read by rite and could not spell
But come, young waverer, come, go with me