romeo and juliet(罗蜜欧和朱丽叶)-第8节
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stretches from an inch narrow to an ell broad！ Rom。 I stretch it out for that
word 'broad；' which； added to the goose； proves thee far and wide a broad
goose。 Mer。 Why； is not this better now than groaning for love？ Now art
thou sociable； now art thou Romeo； now art thou what thou art； by art as
well as by nature。 For this drivelling love is like a great natural that runs
lolling up and down to hide his bauble in a hole。 Ben。 Stop there； stop
there！ Mer。 Thou desirest me to stop in my tale against the hair。 Ben。 Thou
wouldst else have made thy tale large。 Mer。 O； thou art deceiv'd！ I would
have made it short； for I was come to the whole depth of my tale； and
meant indeed to occupy the argument no longer。 Rom。 Here's goodly gear！
Enter Nurse and her Man ＇Peter＇。
Mer。 A sail； a sail！ Ben。 Two； two！ a shirt and a smock。 Nurse。 Peter！
Peter。 Anon。 Nurse。 My fan； Peter。 Mer。 Good Peter； to hide her face； for
her fan's the fairer face of the two。 Nurse。 God ye good morrow；
gentlemen。 Mer。 God ye good…den； fair gentlewoman。 Nurse。 Is it good…
den？ Mer。 'Tis no less； I tell ye； for the bawdy hand of the dial is now upon
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the prick of noon。 Nurse。 Out upon you！ What a man are you！ Rom。 One；
gentlewoman； that God hath made for himself to mar。 Nurse。 By my troth；
it is well said。 'For himself to mar；' quoth 'a？ Gentlemen； can any of you
tell me where I may find the young Romeo？ Rom。 I can tell you； but
young Romeo will be older when you have found him than he was when
you sought him。 I am the youngest of that name； for fault of a worse。
Nurse。 You say well。 Mer。 Yea； is the worst well？ Very well took； i' faith！
wisely； wisely。 Nurse。 If you be he； sir； I desire some confidence with you。
Ben。 She will endite him to some supper。 Mer。 A bawd； a bawd； a bawd！
So ho！ Rom。 What hast thou found？ Mer。 No hare； sir； unless a hare； sir； in
a lenten pie； that is something stale and hoar ere it be spent He walks by
them and sings。
An old hare hoar； And an old hare hoar； Is very good meat in Lent；
But a hare that is hoar Is too much for a score When it hoars ere it be
spent。
Romeo； will you come to your father's？ We'll to dinner thither。 Rom。
I will follow you。 Mer。 Farewell； ancient lady。 Farewell； ＇sings＇ lady； lady；
lady。 Exeunt Mercutio； Benvolio。 Nurse。 Marry； farewell！ I Pray you； Sir；
what saucy merchant was this that was so full of his ropery？ Rom。 A
gentleman； nurse； that loves to hear himself talk and will speak more in a
minute than he will stand to in a month。 Nurse。 An 'a speak anything
against me； I'll take him down； an 'a were lustier than he is； and twenty
such jacks； and if I cannot； I'll find those that shall。 Scurvy knave！ I am
none of his flirt…gills； I am none of his skains…mates。 And thou must stand
by too； and suffer every knave to use me at his pleasure！ Peter。 I saw no
man use you at his pleasure。 If I had； my weapon should quickly have
been out； I warrant you。 I dare draw as soon as another man； if I see
occasion in a good quarrel； and the law on my side。 Nurse。 Now； afore
God； I am so vexed that every part about me quivers。 Scurvy knave！ Pray
you； sir； a word； and； as I told you； my young lady bid me enquire you out。
What she bid me say； I will keep to myself； but first let me tell ye； if ye
should lead her into a fool's paradise； as they say； it were a very gross kind
of behaviour； as they say； for the gentlewoman is young； and therefore； if
you should deal double with her； truly it were an ill thing to be off'red to
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any gentlewoman； and very weak dealing。 Rom。 Nurse； commend me to
thy lady and mistress。 I protest unto thee… Nurse。 Good heart； and I faith I
will tell her as much。 Lord； Lord！ she will be a joyful woman。 Rom。 What
wilt thou tell her； nurse？ Thou dost not mark me。 Nurse。 I will tell her； sir；
that you do protest； which； as I take it； is a gentlemanlike offer。 Rom。 Bid
her devise Some means to come to shrift this afternoon； And there she
shall at Friar Laurence' cell Be shriv'd and married。 Here is for thy pains。
Nurse。 No； truly； sir； not a penny。 Rom。 Go to！ I say you shall。 Nurse。 This
afternoon； sir？ Well； she shall be there。 Rom。 And stay； good nurse； behind
the abbey wall。 Within this hour my man shall be with thee And bring thee
cords made like a tackled stair； Which to the high topgallant of my joy
Must be my convoy in the secret night。 Farewell。 Be trusty； and I'll quit
thy pains。 Farewell。 Commend me to thy mistress。 Nurse。 Now God in
heaven bless thee！ Hark you； sir。 Rom。 What say'st thou； my dear nurse？
Nurse。 Is your man secret？ Did you ne'er hear say； Two may keep counsel；
putting one away？ Rom。 I warrant thee my man's as true as steel。 Nurse。
Well； sir； my mistress is the sweetest lady。 Lord； Lord！ when 'twas a little
prating thing… O； there is a nobleman in town； one Paris； that would fain
lay knife aboard； but she； good soul； had as lieve see a toad； a very toad； as
see him。 I anger her sometimes； and tell her that Paris is the properer man；
but I'll warrant you； when I say so； she looks as pale as any clout in the
versal world。 Doth not rosemary and Romeo begin both with a letter？ Rom。
Ay； nurse； what of that？ Both with an R。 Nurse。 Ah； mocker！ that's the
dog's name。 R is for the… No； I know it begins with some other letter； and
she hath the prettiest sententious of it； of you and rosemary； that it would
do you good to hear it。 Rom。 Commend me to thy lady。 Nurse。 Ay； a
thousand times。 ＇Exit Romeo。＇ Peter！ Peter。 Anon。 Nurse。 Peter； take my
fan； and go before； and apace。 Exeunt。
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SCENE V。 Capulet's orchard。
Enter Juliet。
Jul。 The clock struck nine when I did send the nurse； In half an hour
she 'promis'd to return。 Perchance she cannot meet him。 That's not so。 O；
she is lame！ Love's heralds should be thoughts； Which ten times faster
glide than the sun's beams Driving back shadows over low'ring hills。
Therefore do nimble…pinion'd doves draw Love； And therefore hath the
wind…swift Cupid wings。 Now is the sun upon the highmost hill Of this
day's journey； and from nine till twelve Is three long hours； yet she is not
come。 Had she affections and warm youthful blood； She would be as swift
in motion as a ball； My words would bandy her to my sweet love； And his
to me； But old folks； many feign as they were dead… Unwieldy； slow；
heavy and pale as lead。
Enter Nurse ＇and Peter＇。
O God； she comes！ O honey nurse； what news？ Hast thou met with
him？ Send thy man away。 Nurse。 Peter； stay at the gate。 ＇Exit Peter。＇ Jul。
Now； good sweet nurse… O Lord； why look'st thou sad？ Though news be
sad； yet tell them merrily； If good； thou shamest the music of sweet news
By playing it to me with so sour a face。 Nurse。 I am aweary； give me leave
awhile。 Fie； how my bones ache！ What a jaunce have I had！ Jul。 I would
thou hadst my bones； and I thy news。 Nay； come； I pray thee speak。 Good；
good nurse； speak。 Nurse。 Jesu； what haste！ Can you not stay awhile？ Do
you not see that I am out of breath？ Jul。 How art thou out of breath when
thou hast breath To say to me that thou art out of breath？ The excuse that
thou dost make in this delay Is longer than the tale thou dost excuse。 Is thy
news good or bad？ Answer to that。 Say either； and I'll stay the
circumstance。 Let me be satisfied； is't good or bad？ Nurse。 Well； you have
made a simple choice； you know not how to choose a man。 Romeo？ No；
not he。 Though his face be better than any man's； yet his leg excels all
men's； and for a hand and a foot； and a body； though they be not to be
talk'd on； yet they are past compare。 He is not the flower of courtesy； but；
I'll warrant him； as gentle as a lamb。 Go thy ways； wench； serve God。
What； have you din'd at home？ Jul。 No； no。 But all this did I know before。
