Romeo and Juliet / Ромео и Джульетта. Уильям Шекспир
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      You must contrary me! Marry, ’tis time.

      Well said, my hearts! – You are a princox; go:

      Be quiet, or-More light, more light! – For shame!

      I’ll make you quiet. What, cheerly, my hearts.

Tybalt

      Patience perforce with wilful choler meeting

      Makes my flesh tremble in their different greeting.

      I will withdraw: but this intrusion shall,

      Now seeming sweet, convert to bitter gall.

      [Exit.]

Romeo

      [To Juliet]

      If I profane with my unworthiest hand

      This holy shrine, the gentle sin is this,

      My lips, two blushing pilgrims, ready stand

      To smooth that rough touch with a tender kiss.

Juliet

      Good pilgrim, you do wrong your hand too much,

      Which mannerly devotion shows in this;

      For saints have hands that pilgrims’ hands do touch,

      And palm to palm is holy palmers’ kiss.

Romeo

      Have not saints lips, and holy palmers too?

Juliet

      Ay, pilgrim, lips that they must use in prayer.

Romeo

      O, then, dear saint, let lips do what hands do:

      They pray, grant thou, lest faith turn to despair.

Juliet

      Saints do not move, though grant for prayers’ sake.

Romeo

      Then move not while my prayer’s effect I take.

      Thus from my lips, by thine my sin is purg’d.

      [Kissing her.]

Juliet

      Then have my lips the sin that they have took.

Romeo

      Sin from my lips? O trespass sweetly urg’d!

      Give me my sin again.

Juliet

      You kiss by the book.

Nurse

      Madam, your mother craves a word with you.

Romeo

      What is her mother?

Nurse

      Marry, bachelor,

      Her mother is the lady of the house,

      And a good lady, and a wise and virtuous.

      I nurs’d her daughter that you talk’d withal.

      I tell you, he that can lay hold of her

      Shall have the chinks.

Romeo

      Is she a Capulet?

      O dear account! My life is my foe’s debt.

Benvolio

      Away, be gone; the sport is at the best.

Romeo

      Ay, so I fear; the more is my unrest.

Capulet

      Nay, gentlemen, prepare not to be gone,

      We have a trifling foolish banquet towards.

      Is it e’en so? Why then, I thank you all;

      I thank you, honest gentlemen; good night.

      More torches here! Come on then, let’s to bed.

      Ah, sirrah, by my fay, it waxes late,

      I’ll to my rest.

      [Exeunt all but Juliet and Nurse.]

Juliet

      Come hither, Nurse. What is yond gentleman?

Nurse

      The son and heir of old Tiberio.

Juliet

      What’s he that now is going out of door?

Nurse

      Marry, that I think be young Petruchio.

Juliet

      What’s he that follows here, that would not dance?

Nurse

      I know not.

Juliet

      Go ask his name. If he be married,

      My grave is like to be my wedding bed.

Nurse

      His name is Romeo, and a Montague,

      The only son of your great enemy.

Juliet

      My only love sprung from my only hate!

      Too early seen unknown, and known too late!

      Prodigious birth of love it is to me,

      That I must love a loathed enemy.

Nurse

      What’s this? What’s this?

Juliet

      A rhyme I learn’d even now

      Of one I danc’d withal.

      [One calls within, ‘Juliet’.]

Nurse

      Anon, anon!

      Come let’s away, the strangers all are gone.

      [Exeunt.]

      Act II

      Enter Chorus.

Chorus

      Now old desire doth in his deathbed lie,

      And young affection gapes to be his heir;

      That fair for which love groan’d for and would die,

      With tender Juliet match’d, is now not fair.

      Now Romeo is belov’d, and loves again,

      Alike bewitched by the charm of looks;

      But to his foe suppos’d he must complain,

      And she steal love’s sweet bait from fearful hooks:

      Being held a foe, he may not have access

      To breathe such vows as lovers use to swear;

      And she as much in love, her means much less

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