THEPROLOGUE
EnterChorus.
CHORUS.
To
Twohouseholds,bothalikeindignity,InfairVerona,hvor
wherewelayourscene,Fromancientgrudgebreaktony
newmutiny,Wherecivilbloodgør
makescivilhandsunclean.Fromforth
de
thefatalloinsoftheseto
twofoesApairofstar-cross’dloverstager
taketheirlife;Whosemisadventur’dpiteousoverthrowsDoth
med
withtheirdeathburytheirparents’strife.Thefearfulpassageoftheirdeath-mark’d
kærlighed
love,Andthecontinuanceoftheirparents’rage,Som
Which,buttheirchildren’send,noughtkunne
couldremove,Isnowtheto
twohours’trafficofourstage;ACTI
SCENEI.
Et
Apublicplace.EnterSampson
og
andGregoryarmedwithswordsog
andbucklers.SAMPSON.
Gregory,onmy
ord
word,we’llnotcarrycoals.GREGORY.
Nej
No,forthenweshouldbecolliers.SAMPSON.
I
mener
mean,ifwebeincholer,we’lldraw.GREGORY.
Ay,whileyou
lever
live,drawyourneckouto’thecollar.SAMPSON.
Istrikequickly,being
bevæget
moved.GREGORY.
Butthouartnotquickly
bevæget
movedtostrike.SAMPSON.
A
hund
dogofthehouseofMontaguebevæger
movesme.GREGORY.
Tomoveistostir;
og
andtobevaliantistostå
stand:therefore,ifthouart
bevæget
moved,thourunn’staway.SAMPSON.
En
Adogofthathouseshallmovemetostå
stand.Iwilltakethewallof
enhver
anymanormaidofMontague’s.GREGORY.
That
viser
showstheeaweakslave,fortheweakestgår
goestothewall.SAMPSON.
Sandt
True,andthereforewomen,beingtheweakervessels,areeverthrusttothewall:thereforeI
vil
willpushMontague’smenfromthewall,og
andthrusthismaidstothewall.GREGORY.
Thequarrelis
mellem
betweenourmastersandustheirmen.SAMPSON.
’Tis
alle
allone,Iwillshowmyselfatyrant:når
whenIhavefoughtwiththemenIvil
willbecivilwiththemaids,Ivil
willcutofftheirheads.GREGORY.
Theheadsofthemaids?
SAMPSON.
Ay,theheadsofthemaids,
eller
ortheirmaidenheads;takeitinwhatsensethouwilt.
GREGORY.
They
må
musttakeitinsenseat
thatfeelit.SAMPSON.
Metheyshall
føle
feelwhileIamabletostå
stand:and’tisknownIam
et
aprettypieceofflesh.GREGORY.
’Tis
godt
wellthouartnotfish;hvis
ifthouhadst,thouhadstbeenstakkels
poorJohn.Drawthytool;
her
herecomesofthehouseofMontagues.EnterAbram
og
andBalthasar.SAMPSON.
Mynakedweaponis
ude
out:quarrel,Iwillbackthee.
GREGORY.
Hvordan
How?Turnthybackand
løbe
run?SAMPSON.
Fearmenot.
GREGORY.
Nej
No,marry;Ifearthee!
SAMPSON.
Lad
Letustakethelawofoursides;lad
letthembegin.GREGORY.
I
vil
willfrownasIpassby,og
andletthemtakeitastheylist.SAMPSON.
Nay,astheydare.
I
vil
willbitemythumbatdem
them,whichisdisgracetothemhvis
iftheybearit.ABRAM.
Doyoubiteyourthumbatus,
sir
sir?SAMPSON.
Idobitemythumb,
sir
sir.ABRAM.
Doyoubiteyourthumbatus,
sir
sir?SAMPSON.
Isthelawofour
side
sideifIsayay?GREGORY.
No.
SAMPSON.
No
sir
sir,Idonotbitemythumbatyou,sir
sir;butIbitemythumb,
sir
sir.GREGORY.
Doyouquarrel,
sir
sir?ABRAM.
Quarrel,sir?
No,
sir
sir.SAMPSON.
Butifyou
gør
do,sir,Iamforyou.Iserveas
god
goodamanasyou.ABRAM.
Ikke
Nobetter.SAMPSON.
Well,sir.
EnterBenvolio.
GREGORY.
Sig
Saybetter;herecomesoneofmymaster’skinsmen.
SAMPSON.
Ja
Yes,better,sir.ABRAM.
You
lyver
lie.SAMPSON.
Draw,ifyoubemen.
Gregory,
husk
rememberthywashingblow.BENVOLIO.
Part,fools!
læg
putupyourswords,youved
knownotwhatyoudo.EnterTybalt.
TYBALT.
Hvad
What,artthoudrawnamongdisse
theseheartlesshinds?TurntheeBenvolio,
se
lookuponthydeath.BENVOLIO.
I
gør
dobutkeepthepeace,læg
putupthysword,Ormanageittoskille
partthesemenwithme.TYBALT.
Hvad
What,drawn,andtalkofpeace?I
hader
hatethewordAsIhader
hatehell,allMontagues,andthee:Haveatthee,coward.
Enter
tre
threeorfourCitizenswithclubs.Første
FIRSTCITIZEN.Clubs,billsandpartisans!
Strike!
Slå
Beatthemdown!DownwiththeCapulets!
Ned
DownwiththeMontagues!EnterCapuletinhisgown,
og
andLadyCapulet.CAPULET.
Whatnoiseisthis?
Giv
Givememylongsword,ho!LADYCAPULET.
En
Acrutch,acrutch!Why
kalde
callyouforasword?CAPULET.
Mysword,I
siger
say!OldMontagueiscome,
Og
Andflourisheshisbladeinspiteofmig
me.EnterMontagueandhisLadyMontague.
MONTAGUE.
ThouvillainCapulet!
Hold
Holdmenot,letmegå
go.LADYMONTAGUE.
Thoushaltnotstironefoottoseekafoe.
EnterPrinceEscalus,
med
withAttendants.PRINCE.
Rebellioussubjects,enemiestopeace,Profanersof
dette
thisneighbour-stainedsteel,—Willtheynot
høre
hear?What,ho!
Youmen,youbeasts,
Der
ThatquenchthefireofyourperniciousrageMed
Withpurplefountainsissuingfromyourveins,Onpainoftorture,fromdisse
thosebloodyhandsThrowyourmistemper’dweaponstothegroundOg
Andhearthesentenceofyourbevægede
movedprince.Threecivilbrawls,bredof
et
anairyword,Bythee,oldCapulet,og
andMontague,Havethricedisturb’dthequietofourstreets,Og
AndmadeVerona’sancientcitizensCastbytheirgravebeseemingornaments,Towieldoldpartisans,inhandsasold,Canker’dmed
withpeace,topartyourcanker’dhad
hate.Ifeveryoudisturbourstreets
igen
again,Yourlivesshallpaytheforfeitofthepeace.For
denne
thistimealltherestdepartaway:You,Capulet,shall
gå
goalongwithme,AndMontague,kom
comeyouthisafternoon,Tokende
knowourfartherpleasureindenne
thiscase,TooldFree-town,ourcommonjudgement-place.Gang
Oncemore,onpainofdøden
death,allmendepart.[ExeuntPrince
og
andAttendants;MONTAGUE.
Whoset
denne
thisancientquarrelnewabroach?Tal
Speak,nephew,wereyoubyda
whenitbegan?BENVOLIO.
Hereweretheservantsofyouradversary
Og
Andyours,closefightingereIdidapproach.Idrewto
skille
partthem,intheinstantkom
cameThefieryTybalt,withhisswordprepar’d,Which,ashebreath’ddefiancetomyears,Heswungom
abouthishead,andcutthewinds,Whointet
nothinghurtwithal,hiss’dhiminscorn.Mens
Whilewewereinterchangingthrustsog
andblowsCamemoreandmere
more,andfoughtonpartog
andpart,TillthePrincekom
came,whopartedeitherpart.LADYMONTAGUE.
O
hvor
whereisRomeo,sawyouhimtoday?RightgladIamhewasnotat
denne
thisfray.BENVOLIO.
Madam,an
time
hourbeforetheworshipp’dsunPeer’dforththegoldenwindowoftheeast,Atroubledsind
minddravemetowalkabroad,Hvor
WhereunderneaththegroveofsycamoreThatwestwardrootethfromdenne
thiscityside,Soearlygå
walkingdidIseeyourson.TowardshimImade,
men
buthewaswareofmig
me,Andstoleintothecovertofthewood.Jeg
I,measuringhisaffectionsbymyegne
own,Whichthenmostsoughtwheremostkunne
mightnotbefound,Beingen
onetoomanybymywearyself,Pursu’dmyhumour,notpursuinghans
his,Andgladlyshunn’dwhogladlyfledfromme.MONTAGUE.
Mange
Manyamorninghathheder
therebeenseen,Withtearsaugmentingden
thefreshmorning’sdew,Addingtocloudsflere
morecloudswithhisdeepsighs;Men
Butallsosoonastheall-cheeringsunSkulle
ShouldinthefarthesteastbegintodrawTheshadycurtainsfromAurora’sseng
bed,Awayfromlightstealshjem
homemyheavyson,Andprivateinhischamberpenshimself,Lukker
Shutsuphiswindows,locksfairdaylightud
outAndmakeshimselfanartificialnat
night.Blackandportentousmust
denne
thishumourprove,Unlessgoodcounselkan
maythecauseremove.BENVOLIO.
Mynoble
onkel
uncle,doyouknowthecause?MONTAGUE.
Ineither
ved
knowitnorcanlearnofham
him.BENVOLIO.
Haveyouimportun’dhimby
nogen
anymeans?MONTAGUE.
Bothbymyself
og
andmanyotherfriends;But
han
he,hisownaffections’counsellor,Istohimself—Ivil
willnotsayhowtrue—Men
Buttohimselfsosecretog
andsoclose,Sofarfromlyde
soundinganddiscovery,Asisthebudbitmed
withanenviouswormErehekan
canspreadhissweetleavestotheair,Eller
Ordedicatehisbeautytothesun.Couldwemen
butlearnfromwhencehissorrowsgrow,Weville
wouldaswillinglygivecureasvide
know.EnterRomeo.
BENVOLIO.
See,
hvor
wherehecomes.Sopleaseyoustepaside;
I’llknowhisgrievance
eller
orbemuchdenied.MONTAGUE.
I
ville
wouldthouwertsohappybythyophold
stayToheartrueshrift.Kom
Come,madam,let’saway,.BENVOLIO.
Goodmorrow,cousin.
ROMEO.
Isthe
dagen
daysoyoung?