_Fri. L._ Benedicite![544] What early tongue so sweet saluteth me?[545] Young son, it argues a distemper'd head[546] So soon to bid good morrow to thy bed: Care keeps his watch in every old man's eye, 35 And where care lodges, sleep will never lie;[547] But where unbruised youth with unstuff'd brain[548] Doth couch his limbs, there golden sleep doth reign: Therefore thy earliness doth me assure Thou art up-roused by some distemperature;[549] 40 Or if not so, then here I hit it right, Our Romeo hath not been in bed to-night. _Rom._ That last is true; the sweeter rest was mine. _Fri. L._ God pardon sin! wast thou with Rosaline? _Rom._ With Rosaline, my ghostly father? no; 45 I have forgot that name and that name's woe. _Fri. L._ That's my good son: but where hast thou been then? _Rom._ I'll tell thee ere thou ask it me again. I have been feasting with mine enemy; Where on a sudden one hath wounded me, 50 That's by me wounded: both our remedies[550] Within thy help and holy physic lies: I bear no hatred, blessed man, for, lo, My intercession likewise steads my foe. _Fri. L._ Be plain, good son, and homely in thy drift;[551] 55 Riddling confession finds but riddling shrift. _Rom._ Then plainly know my heart's dear love is set On the fair daughter of rich Capulet:[552] As mine on hers, so hers is set on mine; And all combined, save what thou must combine 60 By holy marriage: when, and where, and how, We met, we woo'd and made exchange of vow, I'll tell thee as we pass; but this I pray,[553] That thou consent to marry us to-day. _Fri. L._ Holy Saint Francis, what a change is here![554] 65 Is Rosaline, that thou didst love so dear,[555] So soon forsaken? young men's love then lies Not truly in their hearts, but in their eyes. Jesu Maria, what a deal of brine[556] Hath wash'd thy sallow cheeks for Rosaline![557] 70 How much salt water thrown away in waste,[558] To season love, that of it doth not taste! The sun not yet thy sighs from heaven clears, Thy old groans ring yet in mine ancient ears;[559] Lo, here upon thy cheek the stain doth sit[560] 75 Of an old tear that is not wash'd off yet: If e'er thou wast thyself and these woes thine, Thou and these woes were all for Rosaline: And art thou changed? pronounce this sentence then:[561] Women may fall when there's no strength in men. 80 _Rom._ Thou chid'st me oft for loving Rosaline. _Fri. L._ For doting, not for loving, pupil mine. _Rom._ And bad'st me bury love. _Fri. L._ Not in a grave, To lay one in, another out to have.[562]