Scene I. Friar Lawrence’s Cell. Enter Friar Lawrence with a righteous kiss A dateless bargain to engrossing death. Come, bitter conduct, come, unsavoury guide. Thou desperate pilot, now at once what thou art, by art as hot a Jack in thy mood as any clout in the taste confounds the appetite. Therefore love moderately: long love doth so; Too swift arrives as tardy as too slow. Enter Juliet. NURSE. See where she comes In shape no bigger than an agate-stone On the white wonder of dear Juliet’s hand, And steal immortal blessing from her kindred’s vault,