Playing ShakespeareRomeo + Juliet

We still have known thee for a holy man. 5.3.269

O comfortable Friar, where is my lord?
I do remember well where I should be,
And there I am. Where is my Romeo? 5.3.148-150

All things that we ordained festival,
Turn from their office to black funeral:
Our instruments to melancholy bells,
Our wedding cheer to a sad burial feast;
Our solemn hymns to sullen dirges change,
Our bridal flowers serve for a buried corse,
And all things change them to the contrary. 4.5.84-90

Tell me not, Friar, that thou hearest of this,
Unless thou tell me how I may prevent it.
If in thy wisdom thou canst give no help,
Do thou but call my resolution wise,
And with this knife I’ll help it presently.
God join’d my heart and Romeo’s, thou our hands;
And ere this hand, by thee to Romeo seal’d,
Shall be the label to another deed,
Or my true heart with treacherous revolt
Turn to another, this shall slay them both.
Therefore, out of thy long-experienc’d time
Give me some present counsel, or behold:
‘Twixt my extremes and me this bloody knife
Shall play the umpire, arbitrating that
Which the commission of thy years and art
Could to no issue of true honour bring.
Be not so long to speak. I long to die
If what thou speak’st speaks not of remedy. 4.1.50-67

O lord, I could have stayed here all the night
To hear good counsel. O, what learning is. 3.3.158-9

O holy Friar, O, tell me, holy Friar,
Where is my lady’s lord, where’s Romeo? 3.3.81-82

Hang up philosophy.
Unless philosophy can make a Juliet,
Displant a town, reverse a Prince’s doom
It helps not, it prevails not. Talk no more. 3.3.57-60

How hast thou the heart,
Being a divine, a ghostly confessor,
A sin-absolver, and my friend profess’d,
To mangle me with that word ‘banished’? 3.3.48-51

Father, what news? What is the Prince’s doom?
What sorrow craves acquaintance at my hand
That I yet know not? 3.3.4-6

Amen, amen, but come what sorrow can,
It cannot countervail the exchange of joy
That on e 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 2.6.3-8

Then plainly know my heart’s dear love is set
On the fair daughter of rich Capulet.
As mine on hers, so hers is set on mine,
And all combin’d save what thou must combine
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,
That thou consent to marry us to-day. 2.3.53-6