romeo and juliet(罗蜜欧和朱丽叶)-第17节
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all this day an unaccustom'd spirit Lifts me above the ground with cheerful
thoughts。 I dreamt my lady came and found me dead （Strange dream that
gives a dead man leave to think！） And breath'd such life with kisses in my
lips That I reviv'd and was an emperor。 Ah me！ how sweet is love itself
possess'd； When but love's shadows are so rich in joy！
Enter Romeo's Man Balthasar； booted。
News from Verona！ How now； Balthasar？ Dost thou not bring me
letters from the friar？ How doth my lady？ Is my father well？ How fares
my Juliet？ That I ask again； For nothing can be ill if she be well。 Man。
Then she is well； and nothing can be ill。 Her body sleeps in Capel's
monument； And her immortal part with angels lives。 I saw her laid low in
her kindred's vault And presently took post to tell it you。 O； pardon me for
bringing these ill news； Since you did leave it for my office； sir。 Rom。 Is it
e'en so？ Then I defy you； stars！ Thou knowest my lodging。 Get me ink and
paper And hire posthorses。 I will hence to…night。 Man。 I do beseech you；
sir； have patience。 Your looks are pale and wild and do import Some
misadventure。 Rom。 Tush； thou art deceiv'd。 Leave me and do the thing I
bid thee do。 Hast thou no letters to me from the friar？ Man。 No； my good
lord。 Rom。 No matter。 Get thee gone And hire those horses。 I'll be with
thee straight。 Exit ＇Balthasar＇。 Well； Juliet； I will lie with thee to…night。
Let's see for means。 O mischief； thou art swift To enter in the thoughts of
desperate men！ I do remember an apothecary； And hereabouts 'a dwells；
which late I noted In tatt'red weeds； with overwhelming brows； Culling of
simples。 Meagre were his looks； Sharp misery had worn him to the bones；
And in his needy shop a tortoise hung； An alligator stuff'd； and other skins
Of ill…shaped fishes； and about his shelves A beggarly account of empty
boxes； Green earthen pots； bladders； and musty seeds； Remnants of
packthread； and old cakes of roses Were thinly scattered； to make up a
show。 Noting this penury； to myself I said； 'An if a man did need a poison
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now Whose sale is present death in Mantua； Here lives a caitiff wretch
would sell it him。' O； this same thought did but forerun my need； And this
same needy man must sell it me。 As I remember； this should be the house。
Being holiday； the beggar's shop is shut。 What； ho！ apothecary！
Enter Apothecary。
Apoth。 Who calls so loud？ Rom。 Come hither； man。 I see that thou art
poor。 Hold； there is forty ducats。 Let me have A dram of poison； such
soon…speeding gear As will disperse itself through all the veins That the
life…weary taker mall fall dead； And that the trunk may be discharg'd of
breath As violently as hasty powder fir'd Doth hurry from the fatal
cannon's womb。 Apoth。 Such mortal drugs I have； but Mantua's law Is
death to any he that utters them。 Rom。 Art thou so bare and full of
wretchedness And fearest to die？ Famine is in thy cheeks； Need and
oppression starveth in thine eyes； Contempt and beggary hangs upon thy
back： The world is not thy friend； nor the world's law； The world affords
no law to make thee rich； Then be not poor； but break it and take this。
Apoth。 My poverty but not my will consents。 Rom。 I pay thy poverty and
not thy will。 Apoth。 Put this in any liquid thing you will And drink it off；
and if you had the strength Of twenty men； it would dispatch you straight。
Rom。 There is thy gold… worse poison to men's souls； Doing more murther
in this loathsome world； Than these poor compounds that thou mayst not
sell。 I sell thee poison； thou hast sold me none。 Farewell。 Buy food and get
thyself in flesh。 Come； cordial and not poison； go with me To Juliet's grave；
for there must I use thee。 Exeunt。
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SCENE II。 Verona。 Friar Laurence's cell。
Enter Friar John to Friar Laurence。
John。 Holy Franciscan friar； brother； ho！
Enter Friar Laurence。
Laur。 This same should be the voice of Friar John。 Welcome from
Mantua。 What says Romeo？ Or； if his mind be writ； give me his letter。
John。 Going to find a barefoot brother out； One of our order； to associate
me Here in this city visiting the sick； And finding him； the searchers of the
town； Suspecting that we both were in a house Where the infectious
pestilence did reign； Seal'd up the doors； and would not let us forth； So
that my speed to Mantua there was stay'd。 Laur。 Who bare my letter； then；
to Romeo？ John。 I could not send it… here it is again… Nor get a messenger
to bring it thee； So fearful were they of infection。 Laur。 Unhappy fortune！
By my brotherhood； The letter was not nice； but full of charge； Of dear
import； and the neglecting it May do much danger。 Friar John； go hence；
Get me an iron crow and bring it straight Unto my cell。 John。 Brother； I'll
go and bring it thee。 Exit。 Laur。 Now； must I to the monument alone。
Within this three hours will fair Juliet wake。 She will beshrew me much
that Romeo Hath had no notice of these accidents； But I will write again to
Mantua； And keep her at my cell till Romeo come… Poor living corse；
clos'd in a dead man's tomb！ Exit。
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SCENE III。 Verona。 A churchyard； in it the
monument of the Capulets。
Enter Paris and his Page with flowers and ＇a torch＇。
Par。 Give me thy torch； boy。 Hence； and stand aloof。 Yet put it out； for
I would not be seen。 Under yond yew tree lay thee all along； Holding thine
ear close to the hollow ground。 So shall no foot upon the churchyard tread
（Being loose； unfirm； with digging up of graves） But thou shalt hear it。
Whistle then to me； As signal that thou hear'st something approach。 Give
me those flowers。 Do as I bid thee； go。 Page。 ＇aside＇ I am almost afraid to
stand alone Here in the churchyard； yet I will adventure。 ＇Retires。＇ Par。
Sweet flower； with flowers thy bridal bed I strew （O woe！ thy canopy is
dust and stones） Which with sweet water nightly I will dew； Or； wanting
that； with tears distill'd by moans。 The obsequies that I for thee will keep
Nightly shall be to strew； thy grave and weep。 Whistle Boy。 The boy gives
warning something doth approach。 What cursed foot wanders this way to…
night To cross my obsequies and true love's rite？ What； with a torch？
Muffle me； night； awhile。 ＇Retires。＇
Enter Romeo； and Balthasar with a torch； a mattock； and a crow of
iron。
Rom。 Give me that mattock and the wrenching iron。 Hold； take this
letter。 Early in the morning See thou deliver it to my lord and father。 Give
me the light。 Upon thy life I charge thee； Whate'er thou hearest or seest；
stand all aloof And do not interrupt me in my course。 Why I descend into
this bed of death Is partly to behold my lady's face； But chiefly to take
thence from her dead finger A precious ring… a ring that I must use In dear
employment。 Therefore hence； be gone。 But if thou； jealous； dost return to
pry In what I farther shall intend to do； By heaven； I will tear thee joint by
joint And strew this hungry churchyard with thy limbs。 The time and my
intents are savage…wild； More fierce and more inexorable far Than empty
tigers or the roaring sea。 Bal。 I will be gone； sir； and not trouble you。 Rom。
So shalt thou show me friendship。 Take thou that。 Live； and be prosperous；
and farewell； good fellow。 Bal。 ＇aside＇ For all this same； I'll hide me
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hereabout。 His looks I fear； and his intents I doubt。 ＇Retires。＇ Rom。 Thou
detestable maw； thou womb of death； Gorg'd with the dearest morsel of the
earth； Thus I enforce thy rotten jaws to open； And in despite I'll cram thee
with more food。 Romeo opens the tomb。 Par。 This is that banish'd haughty
Montague That murd'red my love's cousin… with which grief It is suppose
