Romeo and Juliet / Ромео и Джульетта

I have forgot why I did call thee back.

Romeo

Let me stand here till thou remember it.

Juliet

I shall forget, to have thee still stand there,

Remembering how I love thy company.

Romeo

And I’ll still stay, to have thee still forget,

Forgetting any other home but this.

Juliet

’Tis almost morning; I would have thee gone,

And yet no farther than a wanton’s bird,

That lets it hop a little from her hand,

Like a poor prisoner in his twisted gyves,

And with a silk thread plucks it back again,

So loving-jealous of his liberty.

Romeo

I would I were thy bird.

Juliet

Sweet, so would I:

Yet I should kill thee with much cherishing.

Good night, good night. Parting is such sweet sorrow

That I shall say good night till it be morrow.

[Exit.]

Romeo

Sleep dwell upon thine eyes, peace in thy breast.

Would I were sleep and peace, so sweet to rest.

Hence will I to my ghostly Sire’s cell,

His help to crave and my dear hap to tell.

[Exit.]

Scene III

Friar Lawrence’s Cell. Enter Friar Lawrence with a basket.

Friar Lawrence

The grey-ey’d morn smiles on the frowning night,

Chequering the eastern clouds with streaks of light;

And fleckled darkness like a drunkard reels

From forth day’s pathway, made by Titan’s fiery wheels

Now, ere the sun advance his burning eye,

The day to cheer, and night’s dank dew to dry,

I must upfill this osier cage of ours

With baleful weeds and precious-juiced flowers.

The earth that’s nature’s mother, is her tomb;

What is her burying grave, that is her womb:

And from her womb children of divers kind

We sucking on her natural bosom find.

Many for many virtues excellent,

None but for some, and yet all different.

O, mickle is the powerful grace that lies

In plants, herbs, stones, and their true qualities.

For naught so vile that on the earth doth live

But to the earth some special good doth give;

Nor aught so good but, strain’d from that fair use,

Revolts from true birth, stumbling on abuse.

Virtue itself turns vice being misapplied,

And vice sometime’s by action dignified.

Within the infant rind of this weak flower

Poison hath residence, and medicine power:

For this, being smelt, with that part cheers each part;

Being tasted, slays all senses with the heart.