romeo and juliet(罗蜜欧和朱丽叶)-第12节
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but married； Tybalt murdered； Doting like me； and like me banished； Then
mightst thou speak； then mightst thou tear thy hair； And fall upon the
ground； as I do now； Taking the measure of an unmade grave。 Knock
＇within＇。 Friar。 Arise； one knocks。 Good Romeo； hide thyself。 Rom。 Not I；
unless the breath of heartsick groans； Mist…like infold me from the search
of eyes。 Knock。 Friar。 Hark； how they knock！ Who's there？ Romeo； arise；
Thou wilt be taken。… Stay awhile！… Stand up； Knock。 Run to my study。…
By…and…by！… God's will； What simpleness is this。… I come； I come！ Knock。
Who knocks so hard？ Whence come you？ What's your will Nurse。 ＇within＇
Let me come in； and you shall know my errand。 I come from Lady Juliet。
Friar。 Welcome then。
Enter Nurse。
Nurse。 O holy friar； O； tell me； holy friar Where is my lady's lord；
where's Romeo？ Friar。 There on the ground； with his own tears made
drunk。 Nurse。 O； he is even in my mistress' case； Just in her case！ Friar。 O
woeful sympathy！ Piteous predicament！ Nurse。 Even so lies she；
Blubb'ring and weeping； weeping and blubbering。 Stand up； stand up！
Stand； an you be a man。 For Juliet's sake； for her sake； rise and stand！ Why
should you fall into so deep an O？ Rom。 （rises） Nurse… Nurse。 Ah sir！ ah
sir！ Well； death's the end of all。 Rom。 Spakest thou of Juliet？ How is it
with her？ Doth not she think me an old murtherer； Now I have stain'd the
childhood of our joy With blood remov'd but little from her own？ Where is
she？ and how doth she！ and what says My conceal'd lady to our cancell'd
love？ Nurse。 O； she says nothing； sir； but weeps and weeps； And now falls
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on her bed； and then starts up； And Tybalt calls； and then on Romeo cries；
And then down falls again。 Rom。 As if that name； Shot from the deadly
level of a gun； Did murther her； as that name's cursed hand Murder'd her
kinsman。 O； tell me； friar； tell me； In what vile part of this anatomy Doth
my name lodge？ Tell me； that I may sack The hateful mansion。 ＇Draws his
dagger。＇ Friar。 Hold thy desperate hand。 Art thou a man？ Thy form cries
out thou art； Thy tears are womanish； thy wild acts denote The
unreasonable fury of a beast。 Unseemly woman in a seeming man！ Or ill…
beseeming beast in seeming both！ Thou hast amaz'd me。 By my holy order；
I thought thy disposition better temper'd。 Hast thou slain Tybalt？ Wilt thou
slay thyself？ And slay thy lady that in thy life lives； By doing damned hate
upon thyself？ Why railest thou on thy birth； the heaven； and earth？ Since
birth and heaven and earth； all three do meet In thee at once； which thou at
once wouldst lose。 Fie； fie； thou shamest thy shape； thy love； thy wit；
Which； like a usurer； abound'st in all； And usest none in that true use
indeed Which should bedeck thy shape； thy love； thy wit。 Thy noble shape
is but a form of wax Digressing from the valour of a man； Thy dear love
sworn but hollow perjury； Killing that love which thou hast vow'd to
cherish； Thy wit； that ornament to shape and love； Misshapen in the
conduct of them both； Like powder in a skilless soldier's flask； is get afire
by thine own ignorance； And thou dismemb'red with thine own defence。
What； rouse thee； man！ Thy Juliet is alive； For whose dear sake thou wast
but lately dead。 There art thou happy。 Tybalt would kill thee； But thou
slewest Tybalt。 There art thou happy too。 The law； that threat'ned death；
becomes thy friend And turns it to exile。 There art thou happy。 A pack of
blessings light upon thy back； Happiness courts thee in her best array； But；
like a misbhav'd and sullen wench； Thou pout'st upon thy fortune and thy
love。 Take heed； take heed； for such die miserable。 Go get thee to thy love；
as was decreed； Ascend her chamber； hence and comfort her。 But look
thou stay not till the watch be set； For then thou canst not pass to Mantua；
Where thou shalt live till we can find a time To blaze your marriage；
reconcile your friends； Beg pardon of the Prince； and call thee back With
twenty hundred thousand times more joy Than thou went'st forth in
lamentation。 Go before； nurse。 Commend me to thy lady； And bid her
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hasten all the house to bed； Which heavy sorrow makes them apt unto。
Romeo is coming。 Nurse。 O Lord； I could have stay'd here all the night To
hear good counsel。 O； what learning is！ My lord； I'll tell my lady you will
come。 Rom。 Do so； and bid my sweet prepare to chide。 Nurse。 Here is a
ring she bid me give you； sir。 Hie you； make haste； for it grows very late。
Exit。 Rom。 How well my comfort is reviv'd by this！ Friar。 Go hence； good
night； and here stands all your state： Either be gone before the watch be set；
Or by the break of day disguis'd from hence。 Sojourn in Mantua。 I'll find
out your man； And he shall signify from time to time Every good hap to
you that chances here。 Give me thy hand。 'Tis late。 Farewell； good night。
Rom。 But that a joy past joy calls out on me； It were a grief so brief to part
with thee。 Farewell。 Exeunt。
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SCENE IV。 Capulet's house
Enter Old Capulet； his Wife； and Paris。
Cap。 Things have fall'n out； sir； so unluckily That we have had no
time to move our daughter。 Look you； she lov'd her kinsman Tybalt dearly；
And so did I。 Well； we were born to die。 'Tis very late； she'll not come
down to…night。 I promise you； but for your company； I would have been
abed an hour ago。 Par。 These times of woe afford no tune to woo。 Madam；
good night。 Commend me to your daughter。 Lady。 I will； and know her
mind early to…morrow； To…night she's mew'd up to her heaviness。 Cap。 Sir
Paris； I will make a desperate tender Of my child's love。 I think she will be
rul'd In all respects by me； nay more； I doubt it not。 Wife； go you to her
ere you go to bed； Acquaint her here of my son Paris' love And bid her
（mark you me？） on Wednesday next… But； soft！ what day is this？ Par。
Monday； my lord。 Cap。 Monday！ ha； ha！ Well； Wednesday is too soon。
Thursday let it be… a Thursday； tell her She shall be married to this noble
earl。 Will you be ready？ Do you like this haste？ We'll keep no great ado… a
friend or two； For hark you； Tybalt being slain so late； It may be thought
we held him carelessly； Being our kinsman； if we revel much。 Therefore
we'll have some half a dozen friends； And there an end。 But what say you
to Thursday？ Par。 My lord； I would that Thursday were to…morrow。 Cap。
Well； get you gone。 A Thursday be it then。 Go you to Juliet ere you go to
bed； Prepare her； wife； against this wedding day。 Farewell； My lord。… Light
to my chamber； ho！ Afore me； It is so very very late That we may call it
early by…and…by。 Good night。 Exeunt
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SCENE V。 Capulet's orchard。
Enter Romeo and Juliet aloft； at the Window。
Jul。 Wilt thou be gone？ It is not yet near day。 It was the nightingale；
and not the lark； That pierc'd the fearful hollow of thine ear。 Nightly she
sings on yond pomegranate tree。 Believe me； love； it was the nightingale。
Rom。 It was the lark； the herald of the morn； No nightingale。 Look； love；
what envious streaks Do lace the severing clouds in yonder East。 Night's
candles are burnt out； and jocund day Stands tiptoe on the misty mountain
tops。 I must be gone and live； or stay and die。 Jul。 Yond light is not
daylight； I know it； I。 It is some meteor that the sun exhales To be to thee
this night a torchbearer And light thee on the way to Mantua。 Therefore
stay yet； thou need'st not to be gone。 Rom。 Let me be ta'en； let me be put
to death。 I am content； so thou wilt have it so。 I'll say yon grey is not the
morning's eye； 'Tis but the pale reflex of Cynthia's brow； Nor that is not
the lark whose notes do beat The vaulty heaven so high above our heads。 I
have more care to stay than will to go。 Come； death； and we
