Romeo and Juliet / Ромео и Джульетта

Romeo, will you come to your father’s? We’ll to dinner thither.

Romeo

I will follow you.

Mercutio

Farewell, ancient lady; farewell, lady, lady, lady.

[Exeunt Mercutio and Benvolio]

Nurse

I pray you, sir, what saucy merchant was this that was so full of his ropery?

Romeo

A gentleman, Nurse, that loves to hear himself talk, and will speak more in a minute than he will stand to in a month.

Nurse

And a speak anything against me, I’ll take him down, and a were lustier than he is, and twenty such Jacks.

And if I cannot, I’ll find those that shall. Scurvy knave! I am none of his flirt-gills; I am none of his skains-mates.-And thou must stand by too and suffer every knave to use me at his pleasure!

Peter

I saw no man use you at his pleasure; if I had, my weapon should quickly have been out. I warrant you, I dare draw as soon as another man, if I see occasion in a good quarrel, and the law on my side.

Nurse

Now, afore God, I am so vexed that every part about me quivers.

Scurvy knave. Pray you, sir, a word: and as I told you, my young lady bid me enquire you out; what she bade me say, I will keep to myself. But first let me tell ye, if ye should lead her in a fool’s paradise, as they say, it were a very gross kind of behaviour, as they say; for the gentlewoman is young. And therefore, if you should deal double with her, truly it were an ill thing to be offered to any gentlewoman, and very weak dealing.

Romeo

Nurse, commend me to thy lady and mistress.

I protest unto thee,-

Nurse

Good heart, and i’faith I will tell her as much. Lord, Lord, she will be a joyful woman.

Romeo

What wilt thou tell her, Nurse? Thou dost not mark me.

Nurse

I will tell her, sir, that you do protest, which, as I take it, is a gentlemanlike offer.

Romeo

Bid her devise

Some means to come to shrift this afternoon,

And there she shall at Friar Lawrence’ cell

Be shriv’d and married. Here is for thy pains.

Nurse

No truly, sir; not a penny.

Romeo

Go to; I say you shall.

Nurse

This afternoon, sir? Well, she shall be there.

Romeo

And stay, good Nurse, behind the abbey wall.

Within this hour my man shall be with thee,

And bring thee cords made like a tackled stair,

Which to the high topgallant of my joy

Must be my convoy in the secret night.

Farewell, be trusty, and I’ll quit thy pains;

Farewell; commend me to thy mistress.