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Ромео и Джульетта / Romeo and Juliet
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William Shakespeare
Romeo and Juliet
Dramatis Person
Escalus, Prince of Verona.
Mercutio, kinsman to the Prince, and friend to Romeo.
Paris, a young Nobleman, kinsman to the Prince.
Page to Paris.
Montague, head of a Veronese family at feud with the Capulets.
Lady Montague, wife to Montague.
Romeo, son to Montague.
Benvolio, nephew to Montague, and friend to Romeo.
Abram, servant to Montague.
Balthasar, servant to Romeo.
Capulet, head of a Veronese family at feud with the Montagues.
Lady Capulet, wife to Capulet.
Juliet, daughter to Capulet.
Tybalt, nephew to Lady Capulet.
Capulets Cousin, an old man.
Nurse to Juliet.
Peter, servant to Juliets Nurse.
Sampson servant to Capulet.
Gregory servant to Capulet
Servants.
Friar Lawrence, a Franciscan.
Friar John, of the same Order.
An Apothecary.
Chorus.
Three Musicians.
An Officer.
Citizens of Verona; several Men and Women, relations to both houses; Maskers, Guards, Watchmen and Attendants.
Scene. During the greater part of the Play in Verona; once, in the Fifth Act, at Mantua.
The prologue
Enter Chorus.
Chorus
Two households, both alike in dignity,
In fair Verona, where we lay our scene,
From ancient grudge break to new mutiny,
Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean.
From forth the fatal loins of these two foes
A pair of star-crossd lovers take their life;
Whose misadventurd piteous overthrows
Doth with their death bury their parents strife.
The fearful passage of their death-markd love,
And the continuance of their parents rage,
Which, but their childrens end, nought could remove,
Is now the two hours traffic of our stage;
The which, if you with patient ears attend,
What here shall miss, our toil shall strive to mend.
[Exit.]
Act I
Scene I
A public place. Enter Sampson and Gregory armed with swords and bucklers.
Sampson
Gregory, on my word, well not carry coals.
Gregory
No, for then we should be colliers.
Sampson
I mean, if we be in choler, well draw.
Gregory
Ay, while you live, draw your neck out o the collar.
Sampson
I strike quickly, being moved.
Gregory
But thou art not quickly moved to strike.
Sampson
A dog of the house of Montague moves me.
Gregory
To move is to stir; and to be valiant is to stand: therefore, if thou art moved, thou runnst away.
Sampson
A dog of that house shall move me to stand.
I will take the wall of any man or maid of Montagues.
Gregory
That shows thee a weak slave, for the weakest goes to the wall.
Sampson
True, and therefore women, being the weaker vessels, are ever thrust to the wall: therefore I will push Montagues men from the wall, and thrust his maids to the wall.
Gregory
The quarrel is between our masters and us their men.
Sampson
Tis all one, I will show myself a tyrant: when I have fought with the men I will be civil with the maids, I will cut off their heads.
Gregory
The heads of the maids?
Sampson
Ay, the heads of the maids, or their maidenheads; take it in what sense thou wilt.
Gregory
They must take it in sense that feel it.
Sampson
Me they shall feel while I am able to stand: and tis known I am a pretty piece of flesh.
Gregory
Tis well thou art not fish; if thou hadst, thou hadst been poor John. Draw thy tool; here comes of the house of Montagues.
Enter Abram and Balthasar.
Sampson
My naked weapon is out: quarrel, I will back thee.
Gregory
How? Turn thy back and run?
Sampson
Fear me not.
Gregory
No, marry; I fear thee!
Sampson
Let us take the law of our sides; let them begin.
Gregory
I will frown as I pass by, and let them take it as they list.
Sampson
Nay, as they dare. I will bite my thumb at them, which is disgrace to them if they bear it.
Abram
Do you bite your thumb at us, sir?
Sampson
I do bite my thumb, sir.
Abram
Do you bite your thumb at us, sir?
Sampson
Is the law of our side if I say ay?
Gregory
No.
Sampson
No sir, I do not bite my thumb at you, sir; but I bite my thumb, sir.
Gregory
Do you quarrel, sir?
Abram
Quarrel, sir? No, sir.
Sampson
But if you do, sir, I am for you. I serve as good a man as you.
Abram
No better.
Sampson
Well, sir.
Enter Benvolio.
Gregory
Say better; here comes one of my masters kinsmen.
Sampson
Yes, better, sir.
Abram
You lie.
Sampson
Draw, if you be men. Gregory, remember thy washing blow.
[They fight.]
Benvolio
Part, fools! put up your swords, you know not what you do.
[Beats down their swords.]
Enter Tybalt.
Tybalt
What, art thou drawn among these heartless hinds?
Turn thee Benvolio, look upon thy death.
Benvolio
I do but keep the peace, put up thy sword,
Or manage it to part these men with me.
Tybalt
What, drawn, and talk of peace? I hate the word
As I hate hell, all Montagues, and thee:
Have at thee, coward.
[They fight.]
Enter three or four Citizens with clubs.
First citizen
Clubs, bills and partisans! Strike! Beat them down!
Down with the Capulets! Down with the Montagues!
Enter Capulet in his gown, and Lady Capulet.
Capulet
What noise is this? Give me my long sword, ho!
Lady Capulet
A crutch, a crutch! Why call you for a sword?
Capulet
My sword, I say! Old Montague is come,
And flourishes his blade in spite of me.
Enter Montague and his Lady Montague.
Montague
Thou villain Capulet! Hold me not, let me go.
Lady Montague
Thou shalt not stir one foot to seek a foe.
Enter Prince Escalus, with Attendants.
Prince
Rebellious subjects, enemies to peace,
Profaners of this neighbour-stained steel,-
Will they not hear? What, ho! You men, you beasts,
That quench the fire of your pernicious rage
With purple fountains issuing from your veins,
On pain of torture, from those bloody hands
Throw your mistemperd weapons to the ground
And hear the sentence of your moved prince.
Three civil brawls, bred of an airy word,
By thee, old Capulet, and Montague,
Have thrice disturbd the quiet of our streets,
And made Veronas ancient citizens
Cast by their grave beseeming ornaments,
To wield old partisans, in hands as old,
Cankerd with peace, to part your cankerd hate.
If ever you disturb our streets again,
Your lives shall pay the forfeit of the peace.
For this time all the rest depart away:
You, Capulet, shall go along with me,
And Montague, come you this afternoon,
To know our farther pleasure in this case,
To old Free-town, our common judgement-place.
Once more, on pain of death, all men depart.
[Exeunt Prince and Attendants; Capulet, Lady Capulet, Tybalt, Citizens and Servants.]
Montague
Who set this ancient quarrel new abroach?
Speak, nephew, were you by when it began?
Benvolio
Here were the servants of your adversary
And yours, close fighting ere I did approach.
I drew to part them, in the instant came
The fiery Tybalt, with his sword prepard,
Which, as he breathd defiance to my ears,
He swung about his head, and cut the winds,
Who nothing hurt withal, hissd him in scorn.
While we were interchanging thrusts and blows
Came more and more, and fought on part and part,
Till the Prince came, who parted either part.
Lady Montague
O where is Romeo, saw you him today?
Right glad I am he was not at this fray.
Benvolio
Madam, an hour before the worshippd sun
Peerd forth the golden window of the east,
A troubled mind drave me to walk abroad,
Where underneath the grove of sycamore
That westward rooteth from this city side,
So early walking did I see your son.
Towards him I made, but he was ware of me,
And stole into the covert of the wood.
I, measuring his affections by my own,
Which then most sought where most might not be found,
Being one too many by my weary self,
Pursud my humour, not pursuing his,
And gladly shunnd who gladly fled from me.
Montague
Many a morning hath he there been seen,
With tears augmenting the fresh mornings dew,
Adding to clouds more clouds with his deep sighs;
But all so soon as the all-cheering sun