Ромео и Джульетта

           SecondCapulet:By’rlady,thirtyyears.

           Capulet:What,man!’tisnotsomuch,’tisnotsomuch:

           ’TissincethenuptialsofLucentio,

           Comepentecostasquicklyasitwill,

           Somefiveandtwentyyears;andthenwemask’d.

           SecondCapulet:’Tismore,’tismore,hissoniselder,sir;

           Hissonisthirty.

           Capulet: Willyoutellmethat?

           Hissonwasbutawardtwoyearsago.

           Romeo(ToaServingman):Whatladyisthat,whichdothenrichthehandOfyonderknight?

           Servant:Iknownot,sir.

           Romeo:O,shedothteachthetorchestoburnbright!

           Itseemsshehangsuponthecheekofnight

           LikearichjewelinanEthiope’sear;

           Beautytoorichforuse,forearthtoodear!

           Soshowsasnowydovetroopingwithcrows,

           Asyonderladyo’erherfellowsshows.

           Themeasuredone,I’llwatchherplaceofstand,

           And,touchinghers,makeblessedmyrudehand.

           Didmyheartlovetillnow?forswearit,sight!

           ForIne’ersawtruebeautytillthisnight.

           Tybalt:This,byhisvoice,shouldbeaMontague.

           Fetchmemyrapier,boy.Whatdarestheslave

           Comehither,cover’dwithananticface,

           Tofleerandscornatoursolemnity?

           Now,bythestockandhonourofmykin,

           Tostrikehimdead,Iholditnotasin.