Romeo and Juliet / Ромео и Джульетта

Could we but learn from whence his sorrows grow,

We would as willingly give cure as know.

Enter Romeo.

Benvolio

See, where he comes. So please you step aside;

I’ll know his grievance or be much denied.

Montague

I would thou wert so happy by thy stay

To hear true shrift. Come, madam, let’s away,

[Exeunt Montague and Lady Montague.]

Benvolio

Good morrow, cousin.

Romeo

Is the day so young?

Benvolio

But new struck nine.

Romeo

Ay me, sad hours seem long.

Was that my father that went hence so fast?

Benvolio

It was. What sadness lengthens Romeo’s hours?

Romeo

Not having that which, having, makes them short.

Benvolio

In love?

Romeo

Out.

Benvolio

Of love?

Romeo

Out of her favour where I am in love.

Benvolio

Alas that love so gentle in his view,

Should be so tyrannous and rough in proof.

Romeo

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?

Benvolio

No coz, I rather weep.

Romeo

Good heart, at what?

Benvolio

At thy good heart’s oppression.

Romeo

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 made 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.

[Going.]

Benvolio

Soft! I will go along:

And if you leave me so, you do me wrong.

Romeo

Tut! I have lost myself; I am not here.

This is not Romeo, he’s some other where.