𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘥𝘦𝘦𝘱; 𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘣𝘺𝘯 𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘰𝘯.

𝘢𝘤𝘵 𝘐𝘐, 𝘴𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘦 𝘝𝘐; 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘪𝘧𝘶𝘭.

"May the heavens be happy with this holy act of marriage, so nothing unfortunate happens later to make us regret it." Friar Lawerence smiled.

"Amen, amen. But whatever misfortunes occur, they can't ruin the joy I feel with one look at her. All you have to do is join our hands with holy words, then love-destroying death can do whatever it pleases. It's enough for me if I can call her mine." Corbyn sighed, dreamily. 

"These sudden joys have sudden endings. They burn up in victory like fire and gunpowder. When they meet, as in a kiss, they explode." Friar Lawernece told him, "Therefore, love each other in moderation. That is the key to long-lasting love. Too fast is as bad as too slow."

I rushed towards them and embraced Corbyn, he held onto me tightly.

"Lovers are so light they can walk on a spiderweb floating on a summer breeze, and yet not fall. That's how flimsy and unreal pleasure is." Friar Lawernce smiled.

"Good evening, my spiritual confessor," I said.

"Corbyn will thank you, my girl, for both of us." Friar Lawerence nodded.

"I'll give him equal thanks, so we're even." I smiled. 

"Ah, Juliet if you're as happy as I am, and you're better with words, tell me about the happiness you imagine we'll have in our marriage." Corbyn grinned, taking my hands in his.

"I can imagine more than I can say- I have more on my mind than words. Anyone who can count how much he has is poor. My true love has made me so rich that I can't count even half of my wealth." I nodded.

"Come, come with me, and we'll do the job quickly. Because if you don't mind, I'm not leaving you two alone until you're united in marriage." Friar Lawerence said. 

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