romeo and juliet(罗蜜欧和朱丽叶)-第2节
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bit with an envious worm Ere he can spread his sweet leaves to the air Or
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dedicate his beauty to the sun。 Could we but learn from whence his
sorrows grow； We would as willingly give cure as know。
Enter Romeo。
Ben。 See； where he comes。 So please you step aside； I'll know his
grievance； or be much denied。 Mon。 I would thou wert so happy by thy
stay To hear true shrift。 Come； madam； let's away； Exeunt ＇Montague and
Wife＇。 Ben。 Good morrow； cousin。 Rom。 Is the day so young？ Ben。 But
new struck nine。 Rom。 Ay me！ sad hours seem long。 Was that my father
that went hence so fast？ Ben。 It was。 What sadness lengthens Romeo's
hours？ Rom。 Not having that which having makes them short。 Ben。 In love？
Rom。 Out… Ben。 Of love？ Rom。 Out of her favour where I am in love。 Ben。
Alas that love； so gentle in his view； Should be so tyrannous and rough in
proof！ Rom。 Alas that love； whose view is muffled still； Should without
eyes see pathways to his will！ Where shall we dine？ O me！ What fray was
here？ Yet tell me not； for I have heard it all。 Here's much to do with hate；
but more with love。 Why then； O brawling love！ O loving hate！ O
anything； of nothing first create！ O heavy lightness！ serious vanity！
Misshapen chaos of well…seeming forms！ Feather of lead； bright smoke；
cold fire； sick health！ Still…waking sleep； that is not what it is This love
feel I； that feel no love in this。 Dost thou not laugh？ Ben。 No； coz； I rather
weep。 Rom。 Good heart； at what？ Ben。 At thy good heart's oppression。
Rom。 Why； such is love's transgression。 Griefs of mine own lie heavy in
my breast； Which thou wilt propagate； to have it prest With more of thine。
This love that thou hast shown Doth add more grief to too much of mine
own。 Love is a smoke rais'd with the fume of sighs； Being purg'd； a fire
sparkling in lovers' eyes； Being vex'd； a sea nourish'd with lovers' tears。
What is it else？ A madness most discreet； A choking gall； and a preserving
sweet。 Farewell； my coz。 Ben。 Soft！ I will go along。 An if you leave me so；
you do me wrong。 Rom。 Tut！ I have lost myself； I am not here： This is not
Romeo； he's some other where。 Ben。 Tell me in sadness； who is that you
love？ Rom。 What； shall I groan and tell thee？ Ben。 Groan？ Why； no； But
sadly tell me who。 Rom。 Bid a sick man in sadness make his will。 Ah；
word ill urg'd to one that is so ill！ In sadness； cousin； I do love a woman。
Ben。 I aim'd so near when I suppos'd you lov'd。 Rom。 A right good
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markman！ And she's fair I love。 Ben。 A right fair mark； fair coz； is soonest
hit。 Rom。 Well； in that hit you miss。 She'll not be hit With Cupid's arrow。
She hath Dian's wit； And； in strong proof of chastity well arm'd； From
Love's weak childish bow she lives unharm'd。 She will not stay the siege
of loving terms； Nor bide th' encounter of assailing eyes； Nor ope her lap
to saint…seducing gold。 O； she's rich in beauty； only poor That； when she
dies； with beauty dies her store。 Ben。 Then she hath sworn that she will
still live chaste？ Rom。 She hath； and in that sparing makes huge waste； For
beauty； starv'd with her severity； Cuts beauty off from all posterity。 She is
too fair； too wise； wisely too fair； To merit bliss by making me despair。 She
hath forsworn to love； and in that vow Do I live dead that live to tell it
now。 Ben。 Be rul'd by me： forget to think of her。 Rom。 O； teach me how I
should forget to think！ Ben。 By giving liberty unto thine eyes。 Examine
other beauties。 Rom。 'Tis the way To call hers （exquisite） in question more。
These happy masks that kiss fair ladies' brows； Being black puts us in
mind they hide the fair。 He that is strucken blind cannot forget The
precious treasure of his eyesight lost。 Show me a mistress that is passing
fair； What doth her beauty serve but as a note Where I may read who
pass'd that passing fair？ Farewell。 Thou canst not teach me to forget。 Ben。
I'll pay that doctrine； or else die in debt。 Exeunt。
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SCENE II。 A Street。
Enter Capulet； County Paris； and ＇Servant＇ …the Clown。
Cap。 But Montague is bound as well as I； In penalty alike； and 'tis not
hard； I think； For men so old as we to keep the peace。 Par。 Of honourable
reckoning are you both； And pity 'tis you liv'd at odds so long。 But now；
my lord； what say you to my suit？ Cap。 But saying o'er what I have said
before： My child is yet a stranger in the world； She hath not seen the
change of fourteen years； Let two more summers wither in their pride Ere
we may think her ripe to be a bride。 Par。 Younger than she are happy
mothers made。 Cap。 And too soon marr'd are those so early made。 The
earth hath swallowed all my hopes but she； She is the hopeful lady of my
earth。 But woo her； gentle Paris； get her heart； My will to her consent is
but a part。 An she agree； within her scope of choice Lies my consent and
fair according voice。 This night I hold an old accustom'd feast； Whereto I
have invited many a guest； Such as I love； and you among the store； One
more； most welcome； makes my number more。 At my poor house look to
behold this night Earth…treading stars that make dark heaven light。 Such
comfort as do lusty young men feel When well apparell'd April on the heel
Of limping Winter treads； even such delight Among fresh female buds
shall you this night Inherit at my house。 Hear all； all see； And like her most
whose merit most shall be； Which； on more view of many； mine； being
one； May stand in number； though in reck'ning none。 Come； go with me。
＇To Servant； giving him a paper＇ Go； sirrah； trudge about Through fair
Verona； find those persons out Whose names are written there； and to
them say； My house and welcome on their pleasure stay… Exeunt ＇Capulet
and Paris＇。 Serv。 Find them out whose names are written here？ It is written
that the shoemaker should meddle with his yard and the tailor with his last；
the fisher with his pencil and the painter with his nets； but I am sent to find
those persons whose names are here writ； and can never find what names
the writing person hath here writ。 I must to the learned。 In good time！
Enter Benvolio and Romeo。
Ben。 Tut； man； one fire burns out another's burning； One pain is
lessoned by another's anguish； Turn giddy； and be holp by backward
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turning； One desperate grief cures with another's languish。 Take thou some
new infection to thy eye； And the rank poison of the old will die。 Rom。
Your plantain leaf is excellent for that。 Ben。 For what； I pray thee？ Rom。
For your broken shin。 Ben。 Why； Romeo； art thou mad？ Rom。 Not mad；
but bound more than a madman is； Shut up in Prison； kept without my
food； Whipp'd and tormented and… God…den； good fellow。 Serv。 God gi'
go…den。 I pray； sir； can you read？ Rom。 Ay； mine own fortune in my misery。
Serv。 Perhaps you have learned it without book。 But I pray； can you read
anything you see？ Rom。 Ay； If I know the letters and the language。 Serv。
Ye say honestly。 Rest you merry！ Rom。 Stay； fellow； I can read。 He reads。
'Signior Martino and his wife and daughters； County Anselmo and his
beauteous sisters； The lady widow of Vitruvio； Signior Placentio and His
lovely nieces； Mercutio and his brother Valentine； Mine uncle Capulet； his
wife； and daughters； My fair niece Rosaline and Livia； Signior Valentio
and His cousin Tybalt； Lucio and the lively Helena。'
＇Gives back the paper。＇ A fair assembly。 Whither should they come？
Serv。 Up。 Rom。 Whither？ Serv。 To supper； to our house。 Rom。 Whose
house？ Serv。 My master's。 Rom。 Indeed I should have ask'd you that
before。 Serv。 Now I'll tell you without asking。 My master is the great rich
Capulet； and if you be not of the house of Montagues； I pray come and
crush a c
