Romeo and Juliet (Wisehouse Classics Edition). William Shakespeare

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Servant	God gi’ god-den. I pray, sir, can you read?
Romeo	Ay, mine own fortune in my misery.
Servant	Perhaps you have learned it without book: but, I pray, can you read any thing you see?
Romeo	Ay, if I know the letters and the language.
Servant	Ye say honestly: rest you merry!
Romeo	Stay, fellow; I can read.
Breads
	‘Signior Martino and his wife and daughters; County Anselme and his beauteous sisters; the lady widow of Vitravio; Signior Placentio and his lovely nieces; Mercutio and his brother Valentine; mine uncle Capulet, his wife and daughters; my fair niece Rosaline; Livia; Signior Valentio and his cousin Tybalt, Lucio and the lively Helena.’ A fair assembly: whither should they come?
Servant	Up.
Romeo	Whither?
Servant	To supper; to our house.
Romeo	Whose house?
Servant	My master’s.
Romeo	Indeed, I should have ask’d you that before.
Servant	Now I’ll tell you without asking: my master is the great rich Capulet; and if you be not of the house of Montagues, I pray, come and crush a cup of wine. Rest you merry!
Exit
Benvolio	At this same ancient feast of Capulet’sSups the fair Rosaline whom thou so lovest,With all the admired beauties of Verona:Go thither; and, with unattainted eye,Compare her face with some that I shall show,And I will make thee think thy swan a crow.
Romeo	When the devout religion of mine eyeMaintains such falsehood, then turn tears to fires;And these, who often drown’d could never die,Transparent heretics, be burnt for liars!One fairer than my love! the all-seeing sunNe’er saw her match since first the world begun.
Benvolio	Tut, you saw her fair, none else being by,

	Herself poised with herself in either eye:But in that crystal scales let there be weigh’dYour lady’s love against some other maidThat I will show you shining at this feast,And she shall scant show well that now shows best.
Romeo	I’ll go along, no such sight to be shown,But to rejoice in splendor of mine own.
Exeunt

Scene III. A Room in Capulet’s House.

Enter Lady Capulet and Nurse
Lady Capulet	Nurse, where’s my daughter? call her forth to me.
Nurse	Now, by my maidenhead, at twelve year old,I bade her come. What, lamb! what, ladybird!God forbid! Where’s this girl? What, Juliet!
Enter Juliet
Juliet	How now! who calls?
Nurse	Your mother.
Juliet	Madam, I am here. What is your will?
Lady Capulet	This is the matter:— Nurse, give leave awhile,We must talk in secret:— nurse, come back again;I have remember’d me, thou’s hear our counsel.Thou know’st my daughter’s of a pretty age.
Nurse	Faith, I can tell her age unto an hour.
Lady Capulet	She’s not fourteen.
Nurse	I’ll lay fourteen of my teeth —And yet, to my teeth be it spoken, I have but four —She is not fourteen. How long is it nowTo Lammas-tide?
Lady Capulet	A fortnight and odd days.
Nurse	Even or odd, of all days in the year,Come Lammas-eve at night shall she be fourteen.Susan and she — God rest all Christian souls! —Were of an age: well, Susan is with God;She was too good for me: but, as I said,On Lammas-eve at night shall she be fourteen;

	That shall she, marry; I remember it well.’Tis since the earthquake now eleven years;And she was wean’d — I never shall forget it —Of all the days of the year, upon that day:For I had then laid wormwood to my dug,Sitting in the sun under the dove-house wall;My lord and you were then at Mantua:—Nay, I do bear a brain:— but, as I said,When it did taste the wormwood on the nippleOf my dug and felt it bitter, pretty fool,To see it tetchy and fall out with the dug!Shake quoth the dove-house: ’twas no need, I trow,To bid me trudge:And since that time it is eleven years;For then she could stand alone; nay, by the rood,She could have run and waddled all about;For even the day before, she broke her brow:And then my husband — God be with his soul!A’ was a merry man — took up the child:‘Yea,’ quoth he, ‘dost thou fall upon thy face?Thou wilt fall backward when thou hast more wit;Wilt thou not, Jule?’ and, by my holidame,The pretty wretch left crying and said ‘Ay.’To see, now, how a jest shall come about!I warrant, an I should live a thousand years,I never should forget it: ‘Wilt thou not, Jule?’ quoth he;And, pretty fool, it stinted and said ‘Ay.’
Lady Capulet	Enough of this; I pray thee, hold thy peace.
Nurse	Yes, madam: yet I cannot choose but laugh,To think it should leave crying and say ‘Ay.’And yet, I warrant, it had upon its browA bump as big as a young cockerel’s stone;A parlous knock; and it cried bitterly:‘Yea,’ quoth my husband,’fall’st upon thy face?Thou wilt fall backward when thou comest to age;Wilt thou not, Jule?’ it stinted and said ‘Ay.’
Juliet	And stint thou too, I pray thee, nurse, say I.
Nurse	Peace, I have done. God mark thee to his grace!Thou wast the prettiest babe that e’er I nursed:An I might live to see thee married once,I have my wish.

Lady Capulet	Marry, that ‘marry’ is the very themeI 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 yearsThat 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 manAs 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 contentAnd what obscured in this fair volume liesFind 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 prideFor 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 eyeThan 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 every thing 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 a 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 spokeAfter 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, СКАЧАТЬ В начало < 1 2 3 4 5 6 > В конец