FRIAR LAWRENCE: Oh, a footstep as light as hers will never wear out the stony path of life. Lovers may walk on spider webs idling in the breeze—that's how light and unreal their pleasure is.
JULIET: Good evening, my spiritual confessor.
FRIAR LAWRENCE: Romeo will thank you, my girl, for both of us.
JULIET: I'll give him equal thanks. So we're even.
ROMEO: Ah, Juliet, if your joy is as great as mine, and your eloquence greater, tell me about the happiness you imagine we'll have.
JULIET: My fantasies are richer than my words. Only beggars can count how much they have. My love has grown to such excess, I cannot count even half my wealth.
FRIAR LAWRENCE: Come, come with me, and we'll do the job quickly. If you don't mind, I'm not leaving you two alone until you're united in marriage.