romeo and juliet(罗蜜欧和朱丽叶)-第13节
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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 welcome！ Juliet
wills it so。 How is't； my soul？ Let's talk； it is not day。 Jul。 It is； it is！ Hie
hence； be gone； away！ It is the lark that sings so out of tune； Straining
harsh discords and unpleasing sharps。 Some say the lark makes sweet
division； This doth not so； for she divideth us。 Some say the lark and
loathed toad chang'd eyes； O； now I would they had chang'd voices too；
Since arm from arm that voice doth us affray； Hunting thee hence with
hunt's…up to the day！ O； now be gone！ More light and light it grows。 Rom。
More light and light… more dark and dark our woes！ Enter Nurse。
Nurse。 Madam！ Jul。 Nurse？ Nurse。 Your lady mother is coming to
your chamber。 The day is broke； be wary； look about。 Jul。 Then； window；
let day in； and let life out。 ＇Exit。＇ Rom。 Farewell； farewell！ One kiss； and
I'll descend。 He goeth down。 Jul。 Art thou gone so； my lord； my love； my
friend？ I must hear from thee every day in the hour； For in a minute there
are many days。 O； by this count I shall be much in years Ere I again
behold my Romeo！ Rom。 Farewell！ I will omit no opportunity That may
convey my greetings； love； to thee。 Jul。 O； think'st thou we shall ever meet
again？ Rom。 I doubt it not； and all these woes shall serve For sweet
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discourses in our time to come。 Jul。 O God； I have an ill…divining soul！
Methinks I see thee； now thou art below； As one dead in the bottom of a
tomb。 Either my eyesight fails； or thou look'st pale。 Rom。 And trust me；
love； in my eye so do you。 Dry sorrow drinks our blood。 Adieu； adieu！
Exit。 Jul。 O Fortune； Fortune！ all men call thee fickle。 If thou art fickle；
what dost thou with him That is renown'd for faith？ Be fickle； Fortune； For
then I hope thou wilt not keep him long But send him back。 Lady。 ＇within＇
Ho； daughter！ are you up？ Jul。 Who is't that calls？ It is my lady mother。 Is
she not down so late； or up so early？ What unaccustom'd cause procures
her hither？
Enter Mother。 Lady。 Why； how now； Juliet？ Jul。 Madam； I am not
well。 Lady。 Evermore weeping for your cousin's death？ What； wilt thou
wash him from his grave with tears？ An if thou couldst； thou couldst not
make him live。 Therefore have done。 Some grief shows much of love； But
much of grief shows still some want of wit。 Jul。 Yet let me weep for such a
feeling loss。 Lady。 So shall you feel the loss； but not the friend Which you
weep for。 Jul。 Feeling so the loss； I cannot choose but ever weep the friend。
Lady。 Well； girl； thou weep'st not so much for his death As that the villain
lives which slaughter'd him。 Jul。 What villain； madam？ Lady。 That same
villain Romeo。 Jul。 ＇aside＇ Villain and he be many miles asunder。… God
pardon him！ I do； with all my heart； And yet no man like he doth grieve
my heart。 Lady。 That is because the traitor murderer lives。 Jul。 Ay； madam；
from the reach of these my hands。 Would none but I might venge my
cousin's death！ Lady。 We will have vengeance for it； fear thou not。 Then
weep no more。 I'll send to one in Mantua； Where that same banish'd
runagate doth live； Shall give him such an unaccustom'd dram That he
shall soon keep Tybalt company； And then I hope thou wilt be satisfied。
Jul。 Indeed I never shall be satisfied With Romeo till I behold him… dead…
Is my poor heart so for a kinsman vex'd。 Madam； if you could find out but
a man To bear a poison； I would temper it； That Romeo should； upon
receipt thereof； Soon sleep in quiet。 O； how my heart abhors To hear him
nam'd and cannot come to him； To wreak the love I bore my cousin Tybalt
Upon his body that hath slaughter'd him！ Lady。 Find thou the means； and
I'll find such a man。 But now I'll tell thee joyful tidings； girl。 Jul。 And joy
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comes well in such a needy time。 What are they； I beseech your ladyship？
Lady。 Well； well； thou hast a careful father； child； One who； to put thee
from thy heaviness； Hath sorted out a sudden day of joy That thou expects
not nor I look'd not for。 Jul。 Madam； in happy time！ What day is that？
Lady。 Marry； my child； early next Thursday morn The gallant； young； and
noble gentleman； The County Paris； at Saint Peter's Church； Shall happily
make thee there a joyful bride。 Jul。 Now by Saint Peter's Church； and Peter
too； He shall not make me there a joyful bride！ I wonder at this haste； that
I must wed Ere he that should be husband comes to woo。 I pray you tell
my lord and father； madam； I will not marry yet； and when I do； I swear It
shall be Romeo； whom you know I hate； Rather than Paris。 These are news
indeed！ Lady。 Here comes your father。 Tell him so yourself； And see how
be will take it at your hands。
Enter Capulet and Nurse。
Cap。 When the sun sets the air doth drizzle dew； But for the sunset of
my brother's son It rains downright。 How now？ a conduit； girl？ What； still
in tears？ Evermore show'ring？ In one little body Thou counterfeit'st a bark；
a sea； a wind： For still thy eyes； which I may call the sea； Do ebb and flow
with tears； the bark thy body is Sailing in this salt flood； the winds； thy
sighs； Who； raging with thy tears and they with them； Without a sudden
calm will overset Thy tempest…tossed body。 How now； wife？ Have you
delivered to her our decree？ Lady。 Ay； sir； but she will none； she gives you
thanks。 I would the fool were married to her grave！ Cap。 Soft！ take me
with you； take me with you； wife。 How？ Will she none？ Doth she not give
us thanks？ Is she not proud？ Doth she not count her blest； Unworthy as
she is； that we have wrought So worthy a gentleman to be her bridegroom？
Jul。 Not proud you have； but thankful that you have。 Proud can I never be
of what I hate； But thankful even for hate that is meant love。 Cap。 How；
how； how； how； choplogic？ What is this？ 'Proud'… and 'I thank you'… and 'I
thank you not'… And yet 'not proud'？ Mistress minion you； Thank me no
thankings； nor proud me no prouds； But fettle your fine joints 'gainst
Thursday next To go with Paris to Saint Peter's Church； Or I will drag thee
on a hurdle thither。 Out； you green…sickness carrion I out； you baggage！
You tallow…face！ Lady。 Fie； fie！ what； are you mad？ Jul。 Good father； I
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beseech you on my knees； Hear me with patience but to speak a word。 Cap。
Hang thee； young baggage！ disobedient wretch！ I tell thee what… get thee
to church a Thursday Or never after look me in the face。 Speak not； reply
not； do not answer me！ My fingers itch。 Wife； we scarce thought us blest
That God had lent us but this only child； But now I see this one is one too
much； And that we have a curse in having her。 Out on her； hilding！ Nurse。
God in heaven bless her！ You are to blame； my lord； to rate her so。 Cap。
And why； my Lady Wisdom？ Hold your tongue； Good Prudence。 Smatter
with your gossips； go！ Nurse。 I speak no treason。 Cap。 O； God…i…god…en！
Nurse。 May not one speak？ Cap。 Peace； you mumbling fool！ Utter your
gravity o'er a gossip's bowl； For here we need it not。 Lady。 You are too hot。
Cap。 God's bread I it makes me mad。 Day； night； late； early； At home；
abroad； alone； in company； Waking or sleeping； still my care hath been To
have her match'd； and having now provided A gentleman of princely
parentage； Of fair demesnes； youthful； and nobly train'd； Stuff'd； as they
say； with honourable parts； Proportion'd as one's thought would wish a
man… And then to have a wretched puling fool； A whining mammet； in her
fortune's tender； To answer 'I'll not wed； I cannot love； I am too young； I
pray you pardon me'！ But； an you will not wed； I'll pardon you。 Graze
where you will； you shall not house with me。 Look to't； think on't； I do not
use to jest。 Thursday is near； lay hand on heart； advise： An you be mine；
I'll give you to my friend； An you be not； hang； beg； starve； die in the
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