Ромео и Джульетта

           LadyMontague:O,whereisRomeo?sawyouhimto-day?

           RightgladIamhewasnotatthisfray.

           Benvolio:Madam,anhourbeforetheworshipp’dsun

           Peer’dforththegoldenwindowoftheeast,

           Atroubledminddravemetowalkabroad;

           Where,underneaththegroveofsycamore

           Thatwestwardrootethfromthecity’sside,

           SoearlywalkingdidIseeyourson:

           TowardshimImade,buthewaswareofme

           Andstoleintothecovertofthewood:

           I,measuringhisaffectionsbymyown,

           Thatmostarebusiedwhenthey’remostalone,

           Pursuedmyhumournotpursuinghis,

           Andgladlyshunn’dwhogladlyfledfromme.

           Montague:Manyamorninghathhetherebeenseen,

           Withtearsaugmentingthefreshmorningdew.

           Addingtocloudsmorecloudswithhisdeepsighs;

           Butallsosoonastheall-cheeringsun

           Shouldinthefurthesteastbegintodraw

           TheshadycurtainsfromAurora’sbed,

           Awayfromthelightstealshomemyheavyson,

           Andprivateinhischamberpenshimself,

           Shutsuphiswindows,locksfardaylightout

           Andmakeshimselfanartificialnight:

           Blackandportentousmustthishumourprove,

           Unlessgoodcounselmaythecauseremove.

           Benvolio:Mynobleuncle,doyouknowthecause?

           Montague:Ineitherknowitnorcanlearnofhim.

           Benvolio:Haveyouimportunedhimbyanymeans?