Romeo and Juliet / Ромео и Джульетта. Уильям Шекспир

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СКАЧАТЬ I am proverb’d with a grandsire phrase,

      I’ll be a candle-holder and look on,

      The game was ne’er so fair, and I am done.

Mercutio

      Tut, dun’s the mouse, the constable’s own word:

      If thou art dun, we’ll draw thee from the mire

      Or save your reverence love, wherein thou stickest

      Up to the ears. Come, we burn daylight, ho.

Romeo

      Nay, that’s not so.

Mercutio

      I mean sir, in delay

      We waste our lights in vain, light lights by day.

      Take our good meaning, for our judgment sits

      Five times in that ere once in our five wits.

Romeo

      And we mean well in going to this mask;

      But ’tis no wit to go.

Mercutio

      Why, may one ask?

Romeo

      I dreamt a dream tonight.

Mercutio

      And so did I.

Romeo

      Well what was yours?

Mercutio

      That dreamers often lie.

Romeo

      In bed asleep, while they do dream things true.

Mercutio

      O, then, I see Queen Mab hath been with you.

      She is the fairies’ midwife, and she comes

      In shape no bigger than an agate-stone

      On the fore-finger of an alderman,

      Drawn with a team of little atomies

      Over men’s noses as they lie asleep:

      Her waggon-spokes made of long spinners’ legs;

      The cover, of the wings of grasshoppers;

      Her traces, of the smallest spider’s web;

      The collars, of the moonshine’s watery beams;

      Her whip of cricket’s bone; the lash, of film;

      Her waggoner, a small grey-coated gnat,

      Not half so big as a round little worm

      Prick’d from the lazy finger of a maid:

      Her chariot is an empty hazelnut,

      Made by the joiner squirrel or old grub,

      Time out o’ mind the fairies’ coachmakers.

      And in this state she gallops night by night

      Through lovers’ brains, and then they dream of love;

      O’er courtiers’ knees, that dream on curtsies straight;

      O’er lawyers’ fingers, who straight dream on fees;

      O’er ladies’ lips, who straight on kisses dream,

      Which oft the angry Mab with blisters plagues,

      Because their breaths with sweetmeats tainted are:

      Sometime she gallops o’er a courtier’s nose,

      And then dreams he of smelling out a suit;

      And sometime comes she with a tithe-pig’s tail,

      Tickling a parson’s nose as a lies asleep,

      Then dreams he of another benefice:

      Sometime she driveth o’er a soldier’s neck,

      And then dreams he of cutting foreign throats,

      Of breaches, ambuscados, Spanish blades,

      Of healths five fathom deep; and then anon

      Drums in his ear, at which he starts and wakes;

      And, being thus frighted, swears a prayer or two,

      And sleeps again. This is that very Mab

      That plats the manes of horses in the night;

      And bakes the elf-locks in foul sluttish hairs,

      Which, once untangled, much misfortune bodes:

      This is the hag, when maids lie on their backs,

      That presses them, and learns them first to bear,

      Making them women of good carriage:

      This is she,-

Romeo

      Peace, peace, Mercutio, peace,

      Thou talk’st of nothing.

Mercutio

      True, I talk of dreams,

      Which are the children of an idle brain,

      Begot of nothing but vain fantasy,

      Which is as thin of substance as the air,

      And more inconstant than the wind, who woos

      Even now the frozen bosom of the north,

      And, being anger’d, puffs away from thence,

      Turning his side to the dew-dropping south.

Benvolio

      This wind you talk of blows us from ourselves:

      Supper is done, and we shall come too late.

Romeo

      I fear too early: for my mind misgives

      Some consequence yet hanging in the stars,

      Shall bitterly begin his fearful date

      With this night’s revels; and expire the term

      Of a despised life, clos’d in my breast

      By some vile forfeit of untimely death.

      But he that hath the steerage of my course

      Direct my suit. On, lusty gentlemen!

Benvolio

      Strike, drum.

      [Exeunt.]

      Scene V

      A Hall in Capulet’s House. Musicians waiting. Enter Servants.

First servant

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