ROMEO & JULIET. Уильям Шекспир

And, but thou love me, let them find me here.

       My life were better ended by their hate

       Than death prorogued, wanting of thy love.

       Juliet.

       By whose direction found’st thou out this place?

       Romeo.

       By love, that first did prompt me to enquire;

       He lent me counsel, and I lent him eyes.

       I am no pilot; yet, wert thou as far

       As that vast shore wash’d with the furthest sea,

       I would adventure for such merchandise.

       Juliet.

       Thou knowest the mask of night is on my face;

       Else would a maiden blush bepaint my cheek

       For that which thou hast heard me speak tonight.

       Fain would I dwell on form,fain, fain deny

       What I have spoke; but farewell compliment!

       Dost thou love me, I know thou wilt say Ay;

       And I will take thy word: yet, if thou swear’st,

       Thou mayst prove false; at lovers’ perjuries,

       They say Jove laughs. O gentle Romeo,

       If thou dost love, pronounce it faithfully:

       Or if thou thinkest I am too quickly won,

       I’ll frown, and be perverse, and say thee nay,

       So thou wilt woo: but else, not for the world.

       In truth, fair Montague, I am too fond;

       And therefore thou mayst think my ‘haviour light:

       But trust me, gentleman, I’ll prove more true

       Than those that have more cunning to be strange.

       I should have been more strange, I must confess,

       But that thou overheard’st, ere I was ‘ware,

       My true-love passion: therefore pardon me;

       And not impute this yielding to light love,

       Which the dark night hath so discovered.

       Romeo.

       Lady, by yonder blessed moon I swear,

       That tips with silver all these fruit-tree tops,—

       Juliet.

       O, swear not by the moon, the inconstant moon,

       That monthly changes in her circled orb,

       Lest that thy love prove likewise variable.

       Romeo.

       What shall I swear by?

       Juliet.

       Do not swear at all;

       Or if thou wilt, swear by thy gracious self,

       Which is the god of my idolatry,

       And I’ll believe thee.

       Romeo.

       If my heart’s dear love,—

       Juliet.

       Well, do not swear: although I joy in thee,

       I have no joy of this contract tonight;

       It is too rash, too unadvis’d, too sudden;

       Too like the lightning, which doth cease to be

       Ere one can say It lightens. Sweet, good night!

       This bud of love, by summer’s ripening breath,

       May prove a beauteous flower when next we meet.

       Good night, good night! as sweet repose and rest

       Come to thy heart as that within my breast!

       Romeo.

       O, wilt thou leave me so unsatisfied?

       Juliet.

       What satisfaction canst thou have tonight?

       Romeo.

       The exchange of thy love’s faithful vow for mine.

       Juliet.

       I gave thee mine before thou didst request it;

       And yet I would it were to give again.

       Romeo.

       Would’st thou withdraw it? for what purpose, love?

       Juliet.

       But to be frank and give it thee again.

       And yet I wish but for the thing I have;

       My bounty is as boundless as the sea,

       My love as deep; the more I give to thee,

       The more I have, for both are infinite.

       I hear some noise within: dear love, adieu!—

       [Nurse calls within.]

       Anon, good nurse!—Sweet Montague, be true.

       Stay but a little, I will come again.

       [Exit.]

       Romeo.

       O blessed, blessed night! I am afeard,

       Being in night, all this is but a dream,

       Too flattering-sweet to be substantial.

       [Enter Juliet above.]

       Juliet.

       Three words, dear Romeo, and good night indeed.

       If that thy bent of love be honourable,

       Thy purpose marriage, send me word tomorrow,

       By one that I’ll procure to come to thee,

       Where and what time thou wilt perform the rite;

       And all my fortunes at thy foot I’ll lay

       And follow thee, my lord, throughout the world.

       Nurse.

       [Within.] Madam!

       Juliet.

       I come anon.— But if thou meanest not well,

       I do beseech thee,—

       Nurse.

       [Within.] Madam!

       Juliet.

       By-and-by I come:—

       To cease thy suit and leave me to my grief:

       Tomorrow will I send.

       Romeo.

       So thrive my soul,—

       Juliet.

       A thousand times good night!

       [Exit.]

       Romeo.

       A thousand times the worse, to want thy light!—

       Love goes toward love as schoolboys from their books;

       But love from love, towards school with heavy looks.

       [Retirong slowly.]

       [Re-enter Juliet, above.]

       Juliet.

       Hist! Romeo, hist!—O for a falconer’s voice

       To lure this tassel-gentle back again!

       Bondage is hoarse and may not speak aloud;

       Else would I tear the cave where Echo lies,

       And make her airy tongue more hoarse than mine

       With repetition of my Romeo’s name.

       Romeo.

       It is my soul that calls upon my name:

       How silver-sweet sound lovers’ tongues by night,

       Like softest music to attending ears!

       Juliet.

       Romeo!