THEPROLOGUE
EnterChorus.
CHORUS.
Twee
Twohouseholds,bothalikeindignity,InfairVerona,waar
wherewelayourscene,Fromancientgrudgebreaktonieuwe
newmutiny,Wherecivilbloodmaakt
makescivilhandsunclean.Fromforth
de
thefatalloinsofthesetwee
twofoesApairofstar-cross’dloversnemen
taketheirlife;Whosemisadventur’dpiteousoverthrowsDoth
met
withtheirdeathburytheirparents’strife.Thefearfulpassageoftheirdeath-mark’d
liefde
love,Andthecontinuanceoftheirparents’rage,Die
Which,buttheirchildren’send,noughtkon
couldremove,Isnowthetwee
twohours’trafficofourstage;ACTI
SCENEI.
Een
Apublicplace.EnterSampson
en
andGregoryarmedwithswordsen
andbucklers.SAMPSON.
Gregory,onmy
woord
word,we’llnotcarrycoals.GREGORY.
Nee
No,forthenweshouldbecolliers.SAMPSON.
I
bedoel
mean,ifwebeincholer,we’lldraw.GREGORY.
Ay,whileyou
leeft
live,drawyourneckouto’de
thecollar.SAMPSON.
Istrikequickly,beingmoved.
GREGORY.
Maar
Butthouartnotquicklyverplaatst
movedtostrike.SAMPSON.
A
hond
dogofthehouseofMontaguemovesme
me.GREGORY.
Tomoveistostir;
en
andtobevaliantistostaan
stand:therefore,ifthouart
verplaatst
moved,thourunn’staway.SAMPSON.
Een
Adogofthathouseshallmovemetostaan
stand.Iwilltakethewallof
elke
anymanormaidofMontague’s.GREGORY.
Dat
Thatshowstheeaweakslave,forde
theweakestgoestothewall.SAMPSON.
Waar
True,andthereforewomen,beingde
theweakervessels,areeverthrusttode
thewall:thereforeIwillpushMontague’smenfrom
de
thewall,andthrusthismaidstode
thewall.GREGORY.
Thequarrelis
tussen
betweenourmastersandustheirmen.SAMPSON.
’Tisallone,I
zal
willshowmyselfatyrant:als
whenIhavefoughtwithde
themenIwillbecivilmet
withthemaids,Iwillcutofftheirheads.GREGORY.
De
Theheadsofthemaids?SAMPSON.
Ay,
de
theheadsofthemaids,of
ortheirmaidenheads;takeitinwhatsensethouwilt.
GREGORY.
They
moeten
musttakeitinsensedat
thatfeelit.SAMPSON.
Metheyshall
voelen
feelwhileIamabletostand:en
and’tisknownIameen
aprettypieceofflesh.GREGORY.
’Tis
goed
wellthouartnotfish;als
ifthouhadst,thouhadstbeenarme
poorJohn.Drawthytool;
hier
herecomesofthehouseofMontagues.EnterAbram
en
andBalthasar.SAMPSON.
Mynakedweaponisout:
quarrel,I
zal
willbackthee.GREGORY.
How?
Turnthy
rug
backandrun?SAMPSON.
Fearmenot.
GREGORY.
Nee
No,marry;Ifearthee!
SAMPSON.
Laten
Letustakethelawofoursides;laat
letthembegin.GREGORY.
I
zal
willfrownasIpassby,en
andletthemtakeitastheylist.SAMPSON.
Nay,astheydare.
I
zal
willbitemythumbatthem,whichisdisgracetothemals
iftheybearit.ABRAM.
Doyoubiteyourthumbat
ons
us,sir?SAMPSON.
Idobitemythumb,
meneer
sir.ABRAM.
Doyoubiteyourthumbat
ons
us,sir?SAMPSON.
Isthe
wet
lawofoursideifIzeg
sayay?GREGORY.
No.
SAMPSON.
Nee
Nosir,Idonotbitemythumbatyou,meneer
sir;butIbitemythumb,
meneer
sir.GREGORY.
Doyouquarrel,
meneer
sir?ABRAM.
Quarrel,sir?
No,
meneer
sir.SAMPSON.
Butifyou
doet
do,sir,Iamforyou.Iserveas
goede
goodamanasyou.ABRAM.
No
beter
better.SAMPSON.
Well,sir.
EnterBenvolio.
GREGORY.
Zeg
Saybetter;herecomesoneofmymaster’skinsmen.
SAMPSON.
Ja
Yes,better,sir.ABRAM.
You
liegt
lie.SAMPSON.
Draw,ifyoubemen.
Gregory,
onthoud
rememberthywashingblow.BENVOLIO.
Part,fools!
zet
putupyourswords,youweet
knownotwhatyoudo.EnterTybalt.
TYBALT.
Wat
What,artthoudrawnamongtheseheartlesshinds?Draai
TurntheeBenvolio,lookuponthydood
death.BENVOLIO.
Idobutkeep
de
thepeace,putupthysword,Of
Ormanageittopartthesemenmet
withme.TYBALT.
What,drawn,
en
andtalkofpeace?I
haat
hatethewordAsIhaat
hatehell,allMontagues,andthee:Haveatthee,coward.
Enter
drie
threeorfourCitizenswithclubs.Eerste
FIRSTCITIZEN.Clubs,billsandpartisans!
Strike!
Sla
Beatthemdown!Downwith
de
theCapulets!DownwiththeMontagues!
EnterCapuletinhisgown,
en
andLadyCapulet.CAPULET.
Whatnoiseis
dit
this?Givememylongsword,ho!
LADYCAPULET.
Een
Acrutch,acrutch!Why
bel
callyouforasword?CAPULET.
Mysword,I
zeg
say!OldMontagueiscome,
En
Andflourisheshisbladeinspiteofmij
me.EnterMontagueandhis
Lady
LadyMontague.MONTAGUE.
ThouvillainCapulet!
Hou
Holdmenot,letmegaan
go.LADYMONTAGUE.
Thoushaltnotstironefoottoseekafoe.
EnterPrinceEscalus,
met
withAttendants.PRINCE.
Rebellioussubjects,enemiestopeace,Profanersof
dit
thisneighbour-stainedsteel,—Willtheynot
horen
hear?What,ho!
Youmen,youbeasts,Thatquenchthe
vuur
fireofyourperniciousrageMet
Withpurplefountainsissuingfromyourveins,Onpainoftorture,fromthosebloodyhandsThrowyourmistemper’dweaponstothegroundEn
Andhearthesentenceofyourmovedprince.Drie
Threecivilbrawls,bredofeen
anairyword,Bythee,oldCapulet,en
andMontague,Havethricedisturb’dde
thequietofourstreets,En
AndmadeVerona’sancientcitizensCastbytheirgravebeseemingornaments,Towieldoldpartisans,inhandsasold,Canker’dmet
withpeace,topartyourcanker’dhaat
hate.Ifeveryoudisturbourstreets
weer
again,Yourlivesshallpaytheforfeitofthepeace.For
deze
thistimealltherestdepartaway:You,Capulet,shallgoalong
met
withme,AndMontague,comeyoudeze
thisafternoon,Toknowourfartherpleasureindeze
thiscase,TooldFree-town,ourcommonjudgement-place.Oncemore,onpainof
dood
death,allmendepart.[ExeuntPrince
en
andAttendants;MONTAGUE.
Whoset
deze
thisancientquarrelnewabroach?Spreek
Speak,nephew,wereyoubytoen
whenitbegan?BENVOLIO.
Herewere
de
theservantsofyouradversaryEn
Andyours,closefightingereIdidapproach.Idrewtopart
ze
them,intheinstantcameThefieryTybalt,met
withhisswordprepar’d,Which,ashebreath’ddefiancetomyears,Heswungover
abouthishead,andcutthewinds,Whoniets
nothinghurtwithal,hiss’dhiminscorn.Terwijl
Whilewewereinterchangingthrustsen
andblowsCamemoreandmeer
more,andfoughtonparten
andpart,TillthePrincecame,die
whopartedeitherpart.LADYMONTAGUE.
O
waar
whereisRomeo,sawyouhimvandaag
today?RightgladIamhewasnotat
dit
thisfray.BENVOLIO.
Madam,an
uur
hourbeforetheworshipp’dsunPeer’dforththegoldenwindowoftheeast,Atroubledgeest
minddravemetowalkabroad,Waar
WhereunderneaththegroveofsycamoreDat
Thatwestwardrootethfromthiscityside,SoearlywalkingdidIzien
seeyourson.TowardshimImade,
maar
buthewaswareofmij
me,Andstoleintothecovertofthewood.Ik
I,measuringhisaffectionsbymyeigen
own,Whichthenmostsoughtwaar
wheremostmightnotbefound,Beingonete
toomanybymywearyself,Pursu’dmyhumour,notpursuingzijn
his,Andgladlyshunn’dwhogladlyfledfromme
me.MONTAGUE.
Manyamorninghathhe
daar
therebeenseen,Withtearsaugmentingde
thefreshmorning’sdew,Addingtocloudsmeer
morecloudswithhisdeepsighs;Maar
Butallsosoonastheall-cheeringsunShouldinthefarthesteastbegintodrawTheshadycurtainsfromAurora’sbed
bed,Awayfromlightstealshuis
homemyheavyson,Andprivateinhischamberpenshimself,Shutsuphiswindows,locksfairdaylightoutEn
Andmakeshimselfanartificialnacht
night.Blackandportentousmust
deze
thishumourprove,Unlessgoodcounselkan
maythecauseremove.BENVOLIO.
Mynoble
oom
uncle,doyouknowtheoorzaak
cause?MONTAGUE.
Ineitherknowitnor
kan
canlearnofhim.BENVOLIO.
Heb
Haveyouimportun’dhimbyeen
anymeans?MONTAGUE.
Bothbymyselfand
vele
manyotherfriends;Buthe,his
eigen
ownaffections’counsellor,Istohimself—Izal
willnotsayhowtrue—Maar
Buttohimselfsosecreten
andsoclose,Sofarfromsoundingen
anddiscovery,Asisthebudbitwitheen
anenviouswormErehecanspreadhiszoete
sweetleavestotheair,Of
Ordedicatehisbeautytode
thesun.Couldwebutleren
learnfromwhencehissorrowsgrow,Wezouden
wouldaswillinglygivecureasweten
know.EnterRomeo.
BENVOLIO.
See,
waar
wherehecomes.Sopleaseyoustepaside;
I’ll
kennen
knowhisgrievanceorbeveel
muchdenied.MONTAGUE.
Iwouldthouwertso
gelukkig
happybythystayTohoren
heartrueshrift.Come,madam,let’saway,.
BENVOLIO.
Goodmorrow,cousin.
ROMEO.
Is
de
thedaysoyoung?