Leituras

Friar Laurence
God pardon sin! wast thou with Rosaline?

Romeo
With Rosaline, my ghostly father? no;
I have forgot that name, and that name's woe.
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Romeo
Then plainly know my heart's dear love is set
On the fair daughter of rich Capulet:
As mine on hers, so hers is set on mine;
And all combined, save what thou must combine
By holy marriage: when and where and how
We met, we woo'd and made exchange of vow,
I'll tell thee as we pass; but this I pray,
That thou consent to marry us to-day.

Friar Laurence
Holy Saint Francis, what a change is here!
Is Rosaline, whom thou didst love so dear,
So soon forsaken? young men's love then lies
Not truly in their hearts, but in their eyes.
Jesu Maria, what a deal of brine
Hath wash'd thy sallow cheeks for Rosaline!
How much salt water thrown away in waste,
To season love, that of it doth not taste!
The sun not yet thy sighs from heaven clears,
Thy old groans ring yet in my ancient ears;
Lo, here upon thy cheek the stain doth sit
Of an old tear that is not wash'd off yet:
If e'er thou wast thyself and these woes thine,
Thou and these woes were all for Rosaline:
And art thou changed? pronounce this sentence then,
Women may fall, when there's no strength in men.

E tudo isto para dizer o quê? Que também o meu inconstante coração literário (que o outro é de uma constança total, gibraltariana(*)) esqueceu por instantes o "King Richard The Second" e se perdeu de amores por "A Gateway to Sindarin - A Grammar of an Elvish Language from J.R.R.Tolkien's Lord of the Rings", de David Salo. As minhas desculpas ao Bardo...

(*) mas sem os macacos