Ромео и Джульетта
Scene II. A street.
Whichonmoreview,ofmanyminebeingone
Maystandinnumber,thoughinreckoningnone,
Come,gowithme.
ToServant,givingapaper
Go,sirrah,trudgeabout
ThroughfairVerona;findthosepersonsout
Whosenamesarewrittenthere,andtothemsay,
Myhouseandwelcomeontheirpleasurestay.
ExeuntCapuletandParis
Servant:Findthemoutwhosenamesarewrittenhere!Itiswritten,thattheshoemakershouldmeddlewithhisyard,andthetailorwithhislast,thefisherwithhispencil,andthepainterwithhisnets;butIamsenttofindthosepersonswhosenamesareherewrit,andcanneverfindwhatnamesthewritingpersonhathherewrit.Imusttothelearned.—Ingoodtime.
EnterBenvolioandRomeo
Benvolio:Tut,man,onefireburnsoutanother’sburning,
Onepainislessen’dbyanother’sanguish;
Turngiddy,andbeholpbybackwardturning;
Onedesperategriefcureswithanother’slanguish:
Takethousomenewinfectiontothyeye,
Andtherankpoisonoftheoldwilldie.
Romeo:Yourplaintain-leafisexcellentforthat.
Benvolio:Forwhat,Ipraythee?
Romeo:Foryourbrokenshin.
Benvolio:Why,Romeo,artthoumad?
Romeo:Notmad,butboundmorethanamad-manis;
Shutupinprison,keptwithoutmyfood,
Whipp’dandtormentedand—God-den,goodfellow.
Servant:Godgi’god-den.Ipray,sir,canyouread?
Romeo:Ay,mineownfortuneinmymisery.
Servant:Perhapsyouhavelearneditwithoutbook:but,Ipray,canyoureadanythingyousee?
Romeo:Ay,ifIknowthelettersandthelanguage.
