Romeo and Juliet / Ромео и Джульетта

Lady Capulet

Speak briefly, can you like of Paris’ love?

Juliet

I’ll look to like, if looking liking move:

But no more deep will I endart mine eye

Than your consent gives strength to make it fly.

Enter a Servant.

Servant

Madam, the guests are come, supper served up, you called, my young lady asked for, the Nurse cursed in the pantry, and everything in extremity. I must hence to wait, I beseech you follow straight.

Lady Capulet

We follow thee.

[Exit Servant]

Juliet, the County stays.

Nurse

Go, girl, seek happy nights to happy days.

[Exeunt.]

Scene IV

A Street. Enter Romeo, Mercutio, Benvolio, with five or six Maskers; Torch-bearers and others.

Romeo

What, shall this speech be spoke for our excuse?

Or shall we on without apology?

Benvolio

The date is out of such prolixity:

We’ll have no Cupid hoodwink’d with a scarf,

Bearing a Tartar’s painted bow of lath,

Scaring the ladies like a crow-keeper;

Nor no without-book prologue, faintly spoke

After the prompter, for our entrance:

But let them measure us by what they will,

We’ll measure them a measure, and be gone.

Romeo

Give me a torch, I am not for this ambling;

Being but heavy I will bear the light.

Mercutio

Nay, gentle Romeo, we must have you dance.

Romeo

Not I, believe me, you have dancing shoes,

With nimble soles, I have a soul of lead

So stakes me to the ground I cannot move.

Mercutio

You are a lover, borrow Cupid’s wings,

And soar with them above a common bound.

Romeo

I am too sore enpierced with his shaft

To soar with his light feathers, and so bound,

I cannot bound a pitch above dull woe.

Under love’s heavy burden do I sink.

Mercutio

And, to sink in it, should you burden love;

Too great oppression for a tender thing.

Romeo

Is love a tender thing? It is too rough,

Too rude, too boisterous; and it pricks like thorn.

Mercutio

If love be rough with you, be rough with love;

Prick love for pricking, and you beat love down.

Give me a case to put my visage in: [Putting on a mask.]

A visor for a visor. What care I

What curious eye doth quote deformities?

Here are the beetle-brows shall blush for me.

Benvolio

Come, knock and enter; and no sooner in

But every man betake him to his legs.