some blocking for a rearrangement of a scene in romeo/juliet

Friar Lawrence’s cell.

<enter FL with a watering can. He waters some flowers as he speaks>

FRIAR LAWRENCE
The grey-ey’d morn smiles on the frowning night,
Check’ring the Eastern clouds with streaks of light,
And fleckled darkness like a drunkard reels
From forth day’s path and Titan’s fiery wheels.
Now ere the sun advance his burning eye,
The day to cheer and night’s dank dew to dry,
I must up-fill this osier cage of ours
With baleful weeds and precious-juiced flowers.

Enter Romeo.

ROMEO
Good morrow, father.

<FL turns to greet him>

FRIAR LAWRENCE
What early tongue so sweet saluteth me?
<begins to lecture>

Young son, it argues a distempered head
So soon to bid good morrow to thy bed.
Therefore thy earliness doth me assure
Thou art up-rous’d with some distemp’rature;
Or if not so, then here I hit it right—

<eyes widen with disapproval>
Our Romeo hath not been in bed tonight.

ROMEO
That last is true—the sweeter rest was mine.

<FL looks in shock>

FRIAR LAWRENCE
God pardon sin! Wast thou with Rosaline?

ROMEO
With Rosaline? My ghostly father, no;
I have forgot that name, and that name’s woe.

<partially relieved>
FRIAR LAWRENCE
That’s my good son, but where hast thou been then?

ROMEO
I’ll tell thee ere thou ask it me again.
I have been feasting with mine enemy,
Where on a sudden one hath wounded me
That’s by me wounded; both our remedies
Within thy help and holy physic lies.
I bear no hatred, blessed man, for lo
My intercession likewise steads my foe.

<a little annoyed but still concerned>

FRIAR LAWRENCE
Be plain, good son, and homely in thy drift,
Riddling confession finds but riddling shrift.

ROMEO
Then plainly know my heart’s dear love is set
On the fair daughter of rich Capulet.
As mine on hers, so hers is set on mine,
And all combin’d, save what thou must combine
By holy marriage. When and where and how
We met, we woo’d, and made exchange of vow,
I’ll tell thee as we pass, but this I pray,
That thou consent to marry us today

<clearly shocked>

FRIAR LAWRENCE
Holy Saint Francis, what a change is here!
Is Rosaline, that thou didst love so dear,
So soon forsaken? <tone turns patronizing> Young men’s love then lies
Not truly in their hearts, but in their eyes.
How much salt water thrown away in waste,
To season love, that of it doth not taste!
The sun not yet thy sighs from heaven clears,
Thy old groans yet ringing in mine ancient ears;
If e’er thou wast thyself and these woes thine,
Thou and these woes were all for Rosaline.
Art thou chang’d? Pronounce this sentence then:
Women may fall, when there’s no strength in men.

ROMEO
Thou chidst me oft for loving Rosaline.

FRIAR LAWRENCE
For doting, not for loving, pupil mine.

ROMEO
I pray thee chide me not. Her I love now
Doth grace for grace and love for love allow;
The other did not so.

FRIAR LAWRENCE
O, she knew well <rolls eyes>
Thy love did read by rote that could not spell.

<thinks for a minute before continuing>
But come, young waverer, come go with me,
In one respect I’ll thy assistant be;
For this alliance may so happy prove
To turn your households’ rancor to pure love.

ROMEO
O, let us hence, I stand on sudden haste.

<wisely>

FRIAR LAWRENCE
Wisely and slow, they stumble that run fast.

Exit Romeo

<sighs and turns back to flowers>

FRIAR LAWRENCE

Virtue itself turns vice, being misapplied,
And vice sometime by action dignified.

<takes a flower and examines it>
Within the infant rind of this weak flower
Poison hath residence and medicine power;
For this, being smelt, with that part cheers each part,
Being tasted, stays all senses with the heart.
Two such opposed kings encamp them still
In man as well as herbs, grace and rude will;
<takes another flower, speaks sadly>

And where the worser is predominant,
Full soon the canker death eats up that plant.