Enter Father [Dougal] and John.
Father: So smile the heavens upon this holy act
That afterhours with sorrow chide us not!
John Williams: Amen, amen! But come what sorrow can,
It cannot countervail the exchange of joy
That one short minute gives me in her sight.
Do you but close our hands with holy words,
Then love devouring death do what he dare
It is enough I may but call her my.
Father: 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 do so;
Too swift arrives as tardy as too slow.