Lecture by Alan Chadwick in New Market, Virginia, 1979
Lecture 1, Part 1.5 (Excerpt: Friar Lawrence's Soliloquy from Shakespeare's Romeo and Juliet.
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Here Shakespeare expresses reverence for the powerful and mysterious forces that are carried by plants, both the healing and the poisonous. He suggests that the same polarity also exists within the souls of human beings. Alan frequently quoted this passage from memory. He used it often as a subject for study in the elocution classes that he gave at Covelo and Virginia. Almost 40 years later, one apprentice could still recite this piece with remarkably few errors considering the lapse of time.
The text from Shakespeare (Act ii Scene iii of Romeo and Juliet) appears below to aid the reader and to compensate for the deficiencies in the audio recording of Alan's rendition.
(Enter Friar Lawrence:)
                "The  grey-eyed morn smiles on the frowning night, 
                Chequering  the eastern clouds with streaks of light, 
                And flecked  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.
                The earth  that's nature's mother is her tomb;
                What is her  burying grave that is her womb,
                And from her  womb children of divers kind
                We sucking  on her natural bosom find,
                Many for  many virtues excellent,
                None but for  some and yet all different.
                O, mickle is  the powerful grace that lies
                In herbs,  plants, stones, and their true qualities:
                For nought  so vile that on the earth doth live
                But to the  earth some special good doth give,
                Nor aught so  good but strain'd from that fair use
                Revolts from  true birth, stumbling on abuse:
                Virtue itself  turns vice, being misapplied;
                And vice  sometimes by action dignified.
                Within the  infant rind of this small flower
                Poison hath  residence and medicine power:
                For this,  being smelt, with that part cheers each part;
                Being  tasted, slays all senses with the heart.
                Two such  opposed kings encamp them still
                In man as  well as herbs, grace and rude will;
                And where  the worser is predominant,
              Full soon  the canker death eats up that plant."
              
