shakespeare: romeo & juliet, III.v.1-36

los tres cochinitos, amenazados por el lobo feroz. foto: adictum

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Juliet. Wills you be gone? it is not yet near day:
It was th’ nightin’ale, an’ not th’ lark,
Thet pierced th’ fearful holler of thine ear;
Nightly she sin’s on yon pomegranate-tree:
Believe ye me, love, it was th’ nightin’ale.

Romeo. It were the bloody lark, right, the herald of the morn,
No nightingale: ’ave a look, luv, wot envious streaks
Do lace the severin’ clouds in yonder east:
Night’s candles are burnt out, and jocund day
Stands tiptoe on the misty mountain tops.
I mus’ be gone and live, or stay and die.

Juliet. Them light is not day-light, Ah knows it, Ah:
It is some meteo’ thet th’ sun exhales,
To be t’thee this hyar night a to’ch-barer,
An’ light thee on thy way t’Mantua:
Tharfo’e stay yet; thou need’st not t’be gone.

Romeo. Let me be ta’en, let me be put ter deaff;
I’m bloody well content, so fou wilt ’ave it so.
I’ll say yon grey ain’t the mornin’s eye,
‘Tis but the pale reflex of Cynffia’s brow;
Nor that ain’t the lark, ’oose notes do beat
The vaulty ’eaven so ’igh above us heads:
I ’ave more care ter stay than will ter go:
Come, right, deaff, and welcome! Struth! Juliet wills it so.
How is’t, my soul, then, luv? let’s rabbit and pork; it ain’t day.

Juliet. It is, it is: hie hence, be gone, away! Fry mah hide!
It is th’ lark thet sin’s so outta tune,
Strainin’ harsh disco’ds an’ unpleasin’ sharps.
Some say th’ lark makes sweet divishun;
This hyar doth not so, fo’ she divideth us:
Some say th’ lark an’ loathed toad change eyes,
O, now ah w’d they had changed voices too! cut off my legs an call me shorty!
On account o’ arm fum arm thet voice doth us affray,
Huntin’ thee hence wif hunt’s-up t’th’ day,
O, now be gone; mo’e light an’ light it grows.

Romeo. More light and light; more dark and dark us woes! Blimey!