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Friar Lawrence (2.3.9- 14) The earth that’s nature’s mother is her tomb; What is her burying grave, that is her womb; And from her womb children of divers kind We sucking on her natural bosom find, Many for many virtues excellent, None but for some, and yet all different.

Friar Lawrence (2.3.9-14) The earth that’s nature’s mother is her tomb; What is her burying grave, that is her womb; And from her womb children of divers

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Friar Lawrence (2.3.9-14)

The earth that’s nature’s mother is her tomb;What is her burying grave, that is her womb;And from her womb children of divers kindWe sucking on her natural bosom find,Many for many virtues excellent,None but for some, and yet all different.

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Friar Lawrence (2.3.15-22)

O, mickle is the powerful grace that liesIn plants, herbs, stones, and their true qualities.For naught so vile that on the earth doth liveBut to the earth some special good doth give;Nor aught so good but, strained from that fair use,Revolts from true birth, stumbling on abuse.Virtue itself turns vice, being misapplied,And vice sometime by action dignified.

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Friar Lawrence (2.3.23-31)

Within the infant rind of this weak flowerPoison hath residence and medicine power:For this, being smelt, with that part cheers each part;Being tasted, stays all senses with the heart.Two such opposèd kings encamp them stillIn man as well as herbs—grace and rude will;And where the worser is predominant,Full soon the canker death eats up that plant.

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Mercutio (2.4.90-95)

Why is not this better now than groaning for love? Now are thou sociable, now art thou Romeo, now art thou what thou art […] For this driveling love is like a great natural that runs lolling up and down to hide his bauble in a hole.

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Friar Lawrence NurseReservations/doubts about Romeo and Juliet’s relationship

Reasons for helping

Reservations/doubts about Romeo and Juliet’s relationship

Reasons for helping

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Romeo (2.6.6-8)

Do thou but close our hands with holy words,Then love-devouring death do what he dare,It is enough I may but call her mine.

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Friar Lawrence (2.6.9-11)

These violent delights have violent endsAnd in their triumph die, like fire and powder,Which, as they kiss, consume. The sweetest honeyIs loathsome in his own deliciousnessAnd in the taste confounds the appetite.Therefore love moderately. Long love doth so.Too swift arrives as tardy as too slow.

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Juliet (2.6.32-34)

They are but beggars that can count their worth,But my true love is grown to such excessI cannot sum up sum of half my wealth.