– всерадущее,
Aurora – богиня утра)
Away from light steals home my heavy son, and private in his chamber pens himself, (Мой мрачный сын крадётся прочь от света и прячется в своей комнате;
pens himself – замыкается)
Shuts up his windows, locks fair daylight out and makes himself an artificial night. (Он зашторивает окна, не пускает дневной свет и устраивает себе искусственную ночь.)
Black and portentous must this humour prove, unless good counsel may the cause remove. (Это чёрное и зловещее настроение может обернуться бедой, если только добрый совет не избавит его от причины;
portentous – зловещий,
humour – душевный настрой)
BENVOLIO. My noble uncle, do you know the cause? (Благородный дядя, вы знаете причину?)
MONTAGUE. I neither know it nor can learn of him. (Я её не знаю и не могу добиться от него.)
MONTAGUE.
Many a morning hath he there been seen,
With tears augmenting the fresh morning’s dew,
Adding to clouds more clouds with his deep sighs;
But all so soon as the all-cheering sun
Should in the farthest east begin to draw
The shady curtains from Aurora’s bed,
Away from light steals home my heavy son,
And private in his chamber pens himself,
Shuts up his windows, locks fair daylight out
And makes himself an artificial night.
Black and portentous must this humour prove,
Unless good counsel may the cause remove.
BENVOLIO.
My noble uncle, do you know the cause?
MONTAGUE.
I neither know it nor can learn of him.
BENVOLIO. Have you importun’d him by any means? (Вы его как-нибудь упрашивали?; importun’d – упрашивали, настаивали)
MONTAGUE. Both by myself and many other friends; (И сам, и с помощью многих друзей.) But he, his own affections’ counsellor, is to himself—I will not say how true— (Но он – сам себе советчик в чувствах. Насколько – я и не скажу…) But to himself so secret and so close, so far from sounding and discovery, (Он так замкнут и скрытен, что его невозможно понять или раскрыть; sounding – прощупывание, discovery – раскрытие) As is the bud bit with an envious worm ere he can spread his sweet leaves to the air, or dedicate his beauty to the sun. (Как бутон, укушенный завистливым червём до того, как тот раскроет свои лепестки и подарит красоту солнцу; ere – прежде чем) Could we but learn from whence his sorrows grow, we would as willingly give cure as know.