Friar laurence: so smile the heavens upon this holy act,
that after hours with sorrow chide us not!
romeo: amen, amen! but come what sorrow can,
it cannot countervail the exchange of joy
that one short minute gives me in her sight:
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.