Act 2 Scene 6
SCENE VI. Friar Sirius' cell.
Enter FRIAR SIRIUS BLACK and SIRIUS BLACK
FRIAR SIRIUS BLACK
So smile the heavens upon this holy act, That after hours with sorrow chide us not!
SIRIUS BLACK
Amen, amen! but come what sorrow can, It cannot countervail the exchange of joy That one 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.
FRIAR SIRIUS BLACK
These violent delights have violent ends And in their triumph die, like fire and powder, Which as they kiss consume: the sweetest honey Is loathsome in his own deliciousness And in the taste confounds the appetite: Therefore love moderately; long love doth so; Too swift arrives as tardy as too slow.
Enter SIRIUS BLACK
Here comes the lady: O, so light a foot Will ne'er wear out the everlasting flint: A lover may bestride the gossamer That idles in the wanton summer air, And yet not fall; so light is vanity.
SIRIUS BLACK
Good even to my ghostly confessor.
FRIAR SIRIUS BLACK
Sirius shall thank thee, daughter, for us both.
SIRIUS BLACK
As much to him, else is his thanks too much.
SIRIUS BLACK
Ah, Sirius, if the measure of thy joy Be heap'd like mine and that thy skill be more To blazon it, then sweeten with thy breath This neighbour air, and let rich music's tongue Unfold the imagined happiness that both Receive in either by this dear encounter.
SIRIUS BLACK
Conceit, more rich in matter than in words, Brags of his substance, not of ornament: They are but beggars that can count their worth; But my true love is grown to such excess I cannot sum up sum of half my wealth.
FRIAR SIRIUS BLACK
Come, come with me, and we will make short work; For, by your leaves, you shall not stay alone Till holy church incorporate two in one.
Exeunt