So smile the heavens upon this holy act
That after-hours with sorrow chide us not.
So smile the heavens upon this holy act.
May heaven bless this sacred moment.
heaven bless this moment sacred holy
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.
Amen, amen, but come what sorrow can, It cannot equal the joy of this moment.
Yes, yes—and even if sorrow comes, nothing can match this happiness right now.
yes let sorrow come i don't care this is everything
Shakespeare could have shown us the wedding ceremony. He chose not to. Romeo and Juliet's marriage takes place in the space between an exit and a new scene — in the gap between Act 2 and Act 3. This is a deliberate structural choice, and it matters. By keeping the wedding offstage, Shakespeare ensures it is only ever approached, never arrived at. We are always in the threshold of it — the anticipation, the hope, the warning — never in the ceremony itself. The marriage is more powerful as an event-between-scenes than it would be as a staged ceremony. It exists in potential. And the play's next scene is the murder. So the wedding lives only in that gap, in that offstage space, untouched by what follows — and then followed by everything.
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.
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. Thbeforefore love moderately: long love does so; Too swift arrives as tardy as too slow.
these violent delights have violent ends, and in t...
these violent delights have violent ends, and in their trium
The Friar's warning — 'these violent delights have violent ends' — is often quoted as if it were simply a moral maxim. But it's also, in the context of 2-6, a specific technical observation. The Friar has just spent 2-3 explaining that poison and medicine coexist in every plant, that everything dual depends on use. Here he applies that principle to emotion: love of this intensity is indistinguishable from its own destruction. It is fire and powder; it consumes itself at the moment of greatest joy ('in their triumph die'). This is not a conservative warning against passion — it is an accurate physical description of what Romeo and Juliet's love actually does in the play. They die at the height of it: in the tomb, at the moment of reunion, at what would have been their triumphant return from exile. The Friar is not opposed to love. He is accurately predicting its physics.
Juliet's final speech before the wedding (2-6-015) is one of the most quietly radical things she says. Romeo asks her to express their shared happiness. Juliet refuses — not because she can't speak, but because she has an actual philosophical position: 'conceit more rich in matter than in words brags of his substance, not of ornament.' Real richness doesn't need language to display itself. Language is for people who are trying to demonstrate something. Those who truly have — like those who are truly rich — don't need to count it. This is a direct rebuke to Petrarchan love poetry, which is all about counting and cataloguing the beloved's virtues. Juliet says: my love has outgrown that. I cannot sum it up. The contrast with Romeo — who has spent the entire play reaching for metaphors — is exact. He lives in language; she has moved beyond it. She is already the more mature person in this marriage.
Good even to my ghostly confessor.
Good even to my ghostly confessor.
good even to my ghostly confessor.
good even to my ghostly confessor.
Romeo shall thank thee, daughter, for us both.
Romeo shall thank you, daughter, for us both.
romeo shall thank you, daughter, for us both.
romeo shall thank thee, daughter, for us both.
Act 2 ends with a wedding and three warnings that have gone unheeded. The Friar warned in 2-3: 'wisely and slow; they stumble that run fast.' He warned in 2-6: 'violent delights have violent ends.' Romeo has heard both and effectively said: I don't care. Juliet has said: my love is too large to be calculated or moderated. They are both right about what they feel. And they are both about to discover that feeling and consequence are different things. Act 3 opens with Tybalt's challenge, Mercutio's death, and Romeo's banishment — all within hours of the wedding. The play's timing is merciless: the marriage and the murder happen on the same afternoon. The Friar's fire-and-powder image is not metaphor. It is the schedule.
As much to him, else is his thanks too much.
As much to him, else is his thanks too much.
as much to him, else is his thanks too much.
as much to him, else is his thanks too much.
Ah, Juliet, 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 imagin’d happiness that both
Receive in either by this dear encounter.
Ah, Juliet, if the measure of your joy Be heap’d like mine, and that your skill be more To blazon it, then sweeten with your breath This neighbour air, and let rich music’s tongue Unfold the imagin’d happiness that both Receive in either by this dear encounter.
ah, juliet, if the measure of your joy be heap’d l...
ah, juliet, if the measure of thy joy be heap’d like mine, a
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.
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.
conceit more rich in matter than in words, brags o...
conceit more rich in matter than in words, brags of his subs
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.
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.
come, come with me, and we will make short work, f...
come, come with me, and we will make short work, for, by you
The Reckoning
The wedding takes place offstage — we never see it. Shakespeare gives us the threshold instead: the moment just before, full of warning and joy in equal measure. The Friar delivers the play's most concentrated statement of its central theme ('violent delights have violent ends'), and Romeo is so happy he essentially ignores it. Juliet arrives and in three speeches rejects the very idea of measuring her love in words. The scene ends with the Friar's brisk practicality — 'we will make short work' — which is the last time anything goes to plan.
If this happened today…
The night before a wedding, a wise older relative takes the groom aside and says: 'This is wonderful, but slow down — passion burns fast, and you haven't known her long.' The groom smiles, says 'nothing can touch this,' and walks out to meet his bride. The relative is right. The groom doesn't hear it. Neither of them is wrong.