Romeo! no, not he; though his face be better than any man's, yet his leg excels all men's; and for a hand and a foot, and a body, -- though they be not to be talked on, yet they are past compare: he is not the flower of courtesy, -- but I'll warrant him as gentle as a lamb. -- Go thy ways, wench; serve God.
Romeo! bith, nach bhfuil sé; cé a aghaidh a bheith níos fearr ná mar a aon le fear, fós excels a cos ar fad ar fir; agus do lámh agus cos, agus comhlacht, - cé nach iad a bheith ar labhair, fós siad Is iad seo caite i gcomparáid: nach é an bláth na cúirtéise, - ach beidh mé barántas milis air mar mar uan. -- Téigh thy bealaí, wench; freastal ar Dhia.QED QED