Ромео и Джульетта
Scene III. Friar Laurence’s cell.
Withintheinfantrindofthissmallflower
Poisonhathresidenceandmedicinepower:
Forthis,beingsmelt,withthatpartcheerseachpart;
Beingtasted,slaysallsenseswiththeheart.
Twosuchopposedkingsencampthemstill
Inmanaswellasherbs,graceandrudewill;
Andwheretheworserispredominant,
Fullsoonthecankerdeatheatsupthatplant.
EnterRomeo
RomeoGoodmorrow,father.
FriarLaurenceBenedicite!
Whatearlytonguesosweetsalutethme?
Youngson,itarguesadistemper’dhead
Sosoontobidgoodmorrowtothybed:
Carekeepshiswatchineveryoldman’seye,
Andwherecarelodges,sleepwillneverlie;
Butwhereunbruisedyouthwithunstuff’dbrain
Dothcouchhislimbs,theregoldensleepdothreign:
Thereforethyearlinessdothmeassure
Thouartup-rousedbysomedistemperature;
Orifnotso,thenhereIhititright,
OurRomeohathnotbeeninbedto-night.
RomeoThatlastistrue;thesweeterrestwasmine.
FriarLaurenceGodpardonsin!wastthouwithRosaline?
RomeoWithRosaline,myghostlyfather?no;
Ihaveforgotthatname,andthatname’swoe.
