Romeo and Juliet / Ромео и Джульетта. Уильям Шекспир

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СКАЧАТЬ I might live to see thee married once, I have my wish.

Lady Capulet

      Marry, that marry is the very theme

      I came to talk of. Tell me, daughter Juliet,

      How stands your disposition to be married?

Juliet

      It is an honour that I dream not of.

Nurse

      An honour! Were not I thine only Nurse,

      I would say thou hadst suck’d wisdom from thy teat.

Lady Capulet

      Well, think of marriage now: younger than you,

      Here in Verona, ladies of esteem,

      Are made already mothers. By my count

      I was your mother much upon these years

      That you are now a maid. Thus, then, in brief;

      The valiant Paris seeks you for his love.

Nurse

      A man, young lady! Lady, such a man

      As all the world-why he’s a man of wax.

Lady Capulet

      Verona’s summer hath not such a flower.

Nurse

      Nay, he’s a flower, in faith a very flower.

Lady Capulet

      What say you, can you love the gentleman?

      This night you shall behold him at our feast;

      Read o’er the volume of young Paris’ face,

      And find delight writ there with beauty’s pen.

      Examine every married lineament,

      And see how one another lends content;

      And what obscur’d in this fair volume lies,

      Find written in the margent of his eyes.

      This precious book of love, this unbound lover,

      To beautify him, only lacks a cover:

      The fish lives in the sea; and ’tis much pride

      For fair without the fair within to hide.

      That book in many’s eyes doth share the glory,

      That in gold clasps locks in the golden story;

      So shall you share all that he doth possess,

      By having him, making yourself no less.

Nurse

      No less, nay bigger. Women grow by men.

Lady Capulet

      Speak briefly, can you like of Paris’ love?

Juliet

      I’ll look to like, if looking liking move:

      But no more deep will I endart mine eye

      Than your consent gives strength to make it fly.

      Enter a Servant.

Servant

      Madam, the guests are come, supper served up, you called, my young lady asked for, the Nurse cursed in the pantry, and everything in extremity. I must hence to wait, I beseech you follow straight.

Lady Capulet

      We follow thee.

      [Exit Servant]

      Juliet, the County stays.

Nurse

      Go, girl, seek happy nights to happy days.

      [Exeunt.]

      Scene IV

      A Street. Enter Romeo, Mercutio, Benvolio, with five or six Maskers; Torch-bearers and others.

Romeo

      What, shall this speech be spoke for our excuse?

      Or shall we on without apology?

Benvolio

      The date is out of such prolixity:

      We’ll have no Cupid hoodwink’d with a scarf,

      Bearing a Tartar’s painted bow of lath,

      Scaring the ladies like a crow-keeper;

      Nor no without-book prologue, faintly spoke

      After the prompter, for our entrance:

      But let them measure us by what they will,

      We’ll measure them a measure, and be gone.

Romeo

      Give me a torch, I am not for this ambling;

      Being but heavy I will bear the light.

Mercutio

      Nay, gentle Romeo, we must have you dance.

Romeo

      Not I, believe me, you have dancing shoes,

      With nimble soles, I have a soul of lead

      So stakes me to the ground I cannot move.

Mercutio

      You are a lover, borrow Cupid’s wings,

      And soar with them above a common bound.

Romeo

      I am too sore enpierced with his shaft

      To soar with his light feathers, and so bound,

      I cannot bound a pitch above dull woe.

      Under love’s heavy burden do I sink.

Mercutio

      And, to sink in it, should you burden love;

      Too great oppression for a tender thing.

Romeo

      Is love a tender thing? It is too rough,

      Too rude, too boisterous; and it pricks like thorn.

Mercutio

      If love be rough with you, be rough with love;

      Prick love for pricking, and you beat love down.

      Give me a case to put my visage in: [Putting on a mask.]

      A visor for a visor. What care I

      What curious eye doth quote deformities?

      Here are the beetle-brows shall blush for me.

Benvolio

      Come, knock and enter; and no sooner in

      But every man betake him to his legs.

Romeo

      A torch for me: let wantons, light of heart,

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