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FRIAR LAWRENCE: Speak plainly—make your meaning clear, my son. A jumbled confession can only receive jumbled absolution.
ROMEO: I love rich Capulet's daughter, and she loves me. We're bound to each other in every possible way, except we need you to marry us.
I'll tell you all about when and where and how we met, wooed, and exchanged our vows as we walk, but I beg you: please, consent to marry us today.
FRIAR LAWRENCE: Holy St. Francis. This is a drastic change! Have you given up so quickly on Rosaline, whom you loved so much?
Then young men love with their eyes, not their hearts.
Jesus and Mary, how many tears did you cry for Rosaline? How many tears did you waste to salt a love that you never tasted?!?
The groans you used to make are still ringing in my old ears!
There's still a stain on your cheek from an old tear that hasn't been washed off yet.
If you were ever yourself, and the sadness was yours, you and your sadness were all for Rosaline.
