FRIAR LAWRENCE: Heaven gave you this fair maid, and now Heaven has taken her back. She is in a better place. You made her mortal, but heaven will keep its bargain and give her eternal life.
Your dearest hope was that she would marry well and rise in society. And yet you weep now that she has risen as high as heaven itself? This love is madness—you grieve at her good fortune. As they say. Long marriages are not good marriages—the wife who dies young has the best of the lot.
Dry up your tears, and put your rosemary on this beautiful corpse. Then, as is custom, dress her in her finest clothes and carry her to church.
Our foolish natures make us weep...
...But our intellects should be happy for her.