Romeo and Juliet / Ромео и Джульетта. Уильям Шекспир

swift arrives as tardy as too slow.

      Enter Juliet.

      Here comes the lady. O, so light a foot

      Will ne’er wear out the everlasting flint.

      A lover may bestride the gossamers

      That idles in the wanton summer air

      And yet not fall; so light is vanity.

Juliet

      Good even to my ghostly confessor.

Friar Lawrence

      Romeo shall thank thee, daughter, for us both.

Juliet

      As much to him, else is his thanks too much.

Romeo

      Ah, Juliet, if the measure of thy joy

      Be heap’d like mine, and that thy skill be more

      To blazon it, then sweeten with thy breath

      This neighbour air, and let rich music’s tongue

      Unfold the imagin’d happiness that both

      Receive in either by this dear encounter.

Juliet

      Conceit more rich in matter than in words,

      Brags of his substance, not of ornament.

      They are but beggars that can count their worth;

      But my true love is grown to such excess,

      I cannot sum up sum of half my wealth.

Friar Lawrence

      Come, come with me, and we will make short work,

      For, by your leaves, you shall not stay alone

      Till holy church incorporate two in one.

      [Exeunt.]

      Act III

      Scene I

      A public Place. Enter Mercutio, Benvolio,

      Page and Servants.

Benvolio

      I pray thee, good Mercutio, let’s retire:

      The day is hot, the Capulets abroad,

      And if we meet, we shall not scape a brawl,

      For now these hot days, is the mad blood stirring.

Mercutio

      Thou art like one of these fellows that, when he enters the confines of a tavern, claps me his sword upon the table, and says ‘God send me no need of thee!’ and by the operation of the second cup draws him on the drawer, when indeed there is no need.

Benvolio

      Am I like such a fellow?

Mercutio

      Come, come, thou art as hot a Jack in thy mood as any in Italy; and as soon moved to be moody, and as soon moody to be moved.

Benvolio

      And what to?

Mercutio

      Nay, an there were two such, we should have none shortly, for one would kill the other. Thou? Why, thou wilt quarrel with a man that hath a hair more or a hair less in his beard than thou hast. Thou wilt quarrel with a man for cracking nuts, having no other reason but because thou hast hazel eyes. What eye but such an eye would spy out such a quarrel? Thy head is as full of quarrels as an egg is full of meat, and yet thy head hath been beaten as addle as an egg for quarrelling. Thou hast quarrelled with a man for coughing in the street, because he hath wakened thy dog that hath lain asleep in the sun. Didst thou not fall out with a tailor for wearing his new doublet before Easter? with another for tying his new shoes with an old riband? And yet thou wilt tutor me from quarrelling!

Benvolio

      And I were so apt to quarrel as thou art, any man should buy the fee simple of my life for an hour and a quarter.

Mercutio

      The fee simple! O simple!

      Enter Tybalt and others.

Benvolio

      By my head, here comes the Capulets.

Mercutio

      By my heel, I care not.

Tybalt

      Follow me close, for I will speak to them.

      Gentlemen, good-den: a word with one of you.

Mercutio

      And but one word with one of us? Couple it with something; make it a word and a blow.

Tybalt

      You shall find me apt enough to that, sir, and you will give me occasion.

Mercutio

      Could you not take some occasion without giving?

Tybalt

      Mercutio, thou consortest with Romeo.

Mercutio

      Consort? What, dost thou make us minstrels? And thou make minstrels of us, look to hear nothing but discords. Here’s my fiddlestick, here’s that shall make you dance. Zounds, consort!

Benvolio

      We talk here in the public haunt of men.

      Either withdraw unto some private place,

      And reason coldly of your grievances,

      Or else depart; here all eyes gaze on us.

Mercutio

      Men’s eyes were made to look, and let them gaze.

      I will not budge for no man’s pleasure, I.

      Enter Romeo.

Tybalt

      Well, peace be with you, sir, here comes my man.

Mercutio

      But I’ll be hanged, sir, if he wear your livery.

      Marry, go before to field, he’ll be your follower;

      Your worship in that sense may call him man.

Tybalt

      Romeo, the love I bear thee can afford

      No better term than this: Thou art a villain.

Romeo

      Tybalt, the reason that I have to love thee

      Doth much excuse the appertaining rage

      To such a greeting. Villain am I none;

      Therefore farewell; I see thou know’st me not.

Tybalt

      Boy, this shall not excuse the injuries

      That thou hast done me, therefore turn and draw.

Romeo

      I do protest I never injur’d thee,

      But love thee better than thou canst devise

      Till thou shalt know the reason of my love.

      And so good Capulet, which name I tender

      As dearly as mine own, be satisfied.

Mercutio

      O calm, dishonourable, vile submission!

      [Draws.] Alla stoccata carries it away.

      Tybalt, you rat-catcher, will you walk?

Tybalt

      What wouldst thou have with me?

Mercutio

      Good King of Cats, nothing but one of your nine lives; that I mean to make bold withal, and, as you shall use me hereafter, dry-beat the rest of the eight. Will you pluck your sword out of his pilcher by the ears? Make haste, lest mine be about your ears ere it be out.

Tybalt

      [Drawing.] I am for you.

Romeo

      Gentle Mercutio, put thy rapier up.

Mercutio

      Come, sir, your passado.

      [They fight.]

Romeo

      Draw, Benvolio; beat down their weapons.

      Gentlemen, for shame, forbear this outrage,

      Tybalt, Mercutio, the Prince expressly hath

      Forbid this bandying in Verona streets.

      Hold, Tybalt! Good Mercutio!

      [Exeunt Tybalt with his Partizans.]

Mercutio

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