But new struck nine.
ROMEO.
Ay me, sad hours seem long.
Was that my father that went hence so fast?
BENVOLIO.
It was. What sadness lengthens Romeo’s hours?
ROMEO.
Not having that which, having, makes them short.
BENVOLIO.
In love?
ROMEO.
Out.
BENVOLIO.
Of love?
ROMEO.
Out of her favour where I am in love.
BENVOLIO. Alas that love so gentle in his view, should be so tyrannous and rough in proof. (Увы, любовь, такая кроткая на вид, оказывается тираничной и жестокой на деле; gentle – мягкая, tyrannous – жестокая, proof – испытание, проявление)
ROMEO. Alas that love, whose view is muffled still, should, without eyes, see pathways to his will! (Увы, любовь, чей взор всегда завязан, без глаз находит путь к своей воле; muffled – закрыт, скрыт, will – воля, желание) Whereshallwedine? O me! What fray was here? Yet tell me not, for I have heard it all. (Где мы обедаем? Ах! Что здесь за драка была? Но не рассказывай – я уже всё слышал; fray – стычка, Ome! – увы мне) Here’smuchtodowithhate, butmorewithlove. (Тут замешана ненависть – но ещё больше любовь.) Why, then, Obrawlinglove! Olovinghate! (Так вот она – дерущаяся любовь! Любящая ненависть!; brawling – ссорящаяся) Oanything, ofnothingfirstcreate! Oheavylightness! seriousvanity! (О, всё и ничто, созданное из пустоты! О, тяжёлое легкомыслие! серьёзная суета!) Misshapen chaos of well-seeming forms! Feather of lead, bright smoke, cold fire, sick health! (Безобразный хаос приличных форм! Свинцовое перо, яркий дым, холодный огонь, больное здоровье!) Still-wakingsleep, thatisnotwhatitis! (Бессонный сон, который не есть то, чем кажется!) This love feel I, that feel no love in this. (Вот такую любовь я чувствую – не найдя в ней любви.) Dost thou not laugh? (Ты не смеёшься?; dost thou – разве ты)
BENVOLIO.
Alas that love so gentle in his view,
Should be so tyrannous and rough in proof.
ROMEO.
Alas that love, whose view is muffled still,
Should, without eyes, see pathways to his will!
Where shall we dine? O me! What fray was here?
Yet tell me not, for I have heard it all.
Here’s much to do with hate, but more with love:
Why, then, O brawling love! O loving hate!
O anything, of nothing first create!
O heavy lightness! serious vanity!
Misshapen chaos of well-seeming forms!
Feather of lead, bright smoke, cold fire, sick health!