F：Young son,it is arguably a distempered head that
Bids good morning so soon to your bed.Or if that’s not it,then I guess right,
Our Romeo has not been in bed tonight.
R:That last part is true; my rest was the sweeter.
F:God pardon sin!Were you with Rosaline?
R:With Rosaline,my ghostly father?No!
I have forgotten that name,and that name's pain.
F:That's my good son,but where have you been then?
R:I have been feasting with my enemy;
Where,all of a sudden,one has wounded me That's by me also wounded.Both our remedies Lie within your help and holy physic.
F:Be plain,good son,and homely in your meaning;
Telling the truth in riddles finds forgiveness is in riddles.
R:Then plainly know my heart's dear love is set
On the fair daughter of rich Capulet.We met,wooed,and made exchange of vow,
I'll tell you as we walk; but this I beg,
That you consent to marry us today.
F:Holy Saint Francis!What a change this is!
Is Rosaline,who you did love so dearly,
So soon forsaken?Young men's love,then,lies
Not truly in their hearts,but in their eyes.
R:You often scolded me for loving Rosaline.
F:For doting,not for loving,my pupil.
R:Please don’t scold me.She whom I love now
Has grace for grace and love for love allowed.
The other one didn’t.
F:yes,she knew better,Your love was read by a heart that couldn’t spell.