THEPROLOGUE
EnterChorus.
CHORUS.
Két
Twohouseholds,bothalikeindignity,InfairVerona,ahol
wherewelayourscene,Fromancientgrudgebreaktoúj
newmutiny,Wherecivilbloodmakescivilhandsunclean.Fromforththefatalloinsofthese
két
twofoesApairofstar-cross’dloversveszi
taketheirlife;Whosemisadventur’dpiteousoverthrowsDothwiththeirdeathburytheirparents’strife.
Thefearfulpassageoftheirdeath-mark’dlove,
És
Andthecontinuanceoftheirparents’rage,Which,buttheirchildren’svége
end,noughtcouldremove,Ismost
nowthetwohours’trafficofourstage;ACTI
SCENEI.
Egy
Apublicplace.EnterSampson
és
andGregoryarmedwithswordsés
andbucklers.SAMPSON.
Gregory,onmyword,we’llnotcarrycoals.
GREGORY.
Nem
No,forthenweshouldbecolliers.SAMPSON.
I
értem
mean,ifwebeincholer,we’lldraw.GREGORY.
Ay,whileyou
élsz
live,drawyourneckouto’thecollar.SAMPSON.
Istrikequickly,beingmoved.
GREGORY.
De
Butthouartnotquicklymovedtostrike.SAMPSON.
Egy
AdogofthehouseofMontaguemovesme.GREGORY.
Tomoveistostir;
és
andtobevaliantistoállni
stand:therefore,ifthouartmoved,thourunn’staway.
SAMPSON.
Adogofthat
ház
houseshallmovemetostand.Iwilltakethewallof
bármely
anymanormaidofMontague’s.GREGORY.
That
mutatja
showstheeaweakslave,fortheweakestmegy
goestothewall.SAMPSON.
Igaz
True,andthereforewomen,beinga
theweakervessels,areeverthrusttoa
thewall:thereforeIwillpushMontague’smenfromthewall,
és
andthrusthismaidstothewall.GREGORY.
Thequarrelis
között
betweenourmastersandustheirmen.SAMPSON.
’Tisallone,Iwillshowmyselfatyrant:
ha
whenIhavefoughtwiththemenIleszek
willbecivilwiththemaids,Ileszek
willcutofftheirheads.GREGORY.
Theheadsofthemaids?
SAMPSON.
Ay,theheadsofthemaids,
vagy
ortheirmaidenheads;takeitinwhatsensethouwilt.
GREGORY.
They
kell
musttakeitinsensehogy
thatfeelit.SAMPSON.
Metheyshall
érezni
feelwhileIamabletoállni
stand:and’tisknownIam
egy
aprettypieceofflesh.GREGORY.
’Tiswellthouartnotfish;
ha
ifthouhadst,thouhadstbeenszegény
poorJohn.Drawthytool;
itt
herecomesofthehouseofMontagues.EnterAbram
és
andBalthasar.SAMPSON.
Mynakedweaponisout:
quarrel,Iwillbackthee.
GREGORY.
How?
Turnthyback
és
andrun?SAMPSON.
Fearmenot.
GREGORY.
Nem
No,marry;Ifearthee!
SAMPSON.
Letustakethelawofoursides;
letthembegin.
GREGORY.
I
leszek
willfrownasIpassby,és
andletthemtakeitastheylist.SAMPSON.
Nay,astheydare.
I
fogom
willbitemythumbatthem,ami
whichisdisgracetothemha
iftheybearit.ABRAM.
Doyoubiteyourthumbatus,
uram
sir?SAMPSON.
Idobitemythumb,
uram
sir.ABRAM.
Doyoubiteyourthumbatus,
uram
sir?SAMPSON.
Isthelawofourside
ha
ifIsayay?GREGORY.
Nem
No.SAMPSON.
Nosir,Idonotbitemythumbatyou,
uram
sir;butIbitemythumb,
uram
sir.GREGORY.
Doyouquarrel,
uram
sir?ABRAM.
Quarrel,sir?
No,
uram
sir.SAMPSON.
Butifyoudo,
uram
sir,Iamforyou.Iserveas
jó
goodamanasyou.ABRAM.
Nem
Nobetter.SAMPSON.
Well,sir.
EnterBenvolio.
GREGORY.
Saybetter;
itt
herecomesoneofmymaster’skinsmen.SAMPSON.
Igen
Yes,better,sir.ABRAM.
Youlie.
SAMPSON.
Draw,
ha
ifyoubemen.Gregory,rememberthywashingblow.
BENVOLIO.
Part,fools!
putupyourswords,you
tudod
knownotwhatyoudo.EnterTybalt.
TYBALT.
Mi
What,artthoudrawnamongezek
theseheartlesshinds?TurntheeBenvolio,lookuponthydeath.
BENVOLIO.
Idobutkeepthepeace,putupthysword,
Vagy
Ormanageittopartezeket
thesemenwithme.TYBALT.
Mi
What,drawn,andtalkofpeace?I
utálom
hatethewordAsIutálom
hatehell,allMontagues,andthee:Haveatthee,coward.
Enter
három
threeorfourCitizenswithclubs.Első
FIRSTCITIZEN.Clubs,billsandpartisans!
Strike!
Beatthem
le
down!DownwiththeCapulets!
Le
DownwiththeMontagues!EnterCapuletinhisgown,
és
andLadyCapulet.CAPULET.
Whatnoiseis
ez
this?Givememylongsword,ho!
LADYCAPULET.
Egy
Acrutch,acrutch!Whycallyoufor
egy
asword?CAPULET.
Mysword,I
mondom
say!OldMontagueiscome,
És
Andflourisheshisbladeinspiteofnekem
me.EnterMontagueandhisLadyMontague.
MONTAGUE.
ThouvillainCapulet!
Holdmenot,
hadd
letmego.LADYMONTAGUE.
Thoushaltnotstironefoottoseekafoe.
EnterPrinceEscalus,
a
withAttendants.PRINCE.
Rebellioussubjects,enemiestopeace,Profanersofthisneighbour-stainedsteel,—
Fognak
Willtheynothear?What,ho!
Youmen,youbeasts,ThatquenchthefireofyourperniciousrageWithpurplefountainsissuingfromyourveins,Onpainoftorture,fromthosebloodyhandsThrowyourmistemper’dweaponstotheground
És
Andhearthesentenceofyourmovedprince.Három
Threecivilbrawls,bredofegy
anairyword,Bythee,oldCapulet,és
andMontague,Havethricedisturb’dthequietofourstreets,És
AndmadeVerona’sancientcitizensCastbytheirgravebeseemingornaments,Towieldoldpartisans,inhandsasold,Canker’dwithpeace,topartyourcanker’dhate.Ha
Ifeveryoudisturbourstreetsagain,Yourlivesshallfizetni
paytheforfeitofthepeace.Forthistimealltherestdepartaway:
You,Capulet,shall
menj
goalongwithme,AndMontague,gyere
comeyouthisafternoon,Toknowourfartherpleasureinthisesetben
case,TooldFree-town,ourcommonjudgement-place.Egyszer
Oncemore,onpainofhalál
death,allmendepart.[ExeuntPrince
és
andAttendants;MONTAGUE.
Whoset
ezt
thisancientquarrelnewabroach?Speak,nephew,wereyouby
amikor
whenitbegan?BENVOLIO.
Hereweretheservantsofyouradversary
És
Andyours,closefightingereIdidapproach.Idrewtopart
őket
them,intheinstantcameThefieryTybalt,withhisswordprepar’d,Which,ashebreath’ddefiancetomyears,Heswungabouthisfejét
head,andcutthewinds,Akik
Whonothinghurtwithal,hiss’dhiminscorn.Miközben
Whilewewereinterchangingthrustsés
andblowsCamemoreandtöbb
more,andfoughtonpartés
andpart,TillthePrincejött
came,whopartedeitherpart.LADYMONTAGUE.
O
hol
whereisRomeo,sawyouhimma
today?RightgladIamhewasnotatthisfray.
BENVOLIO.
Madam,anhourbeforetheworshipp’dsunPeer’dforththegoldenwindowoftheeast,Atroubled
elme
minddravemetowalkabroad,Ahol
WhereunderneaththegroveofsycamoreThatwestwardrootethfromthisváros
cityside,SoearlywalkingdidIláttam
seeyourson.TowardshimImade,
de
buthewaswareofme,És
Andstoleintothecovertofaz
thewood.I,measuringhisaffectionsbymyown,Whichthenmostsought
ahol
wheremostmightnotbemegtalálni
found,Beingonetoomanybymywearyself,Pursu’dmyhumour,notpursuinghis,És
Andgladlyshunn’dwhogladlyfledfromme.MONTAGUE.
Sok
Manyamorninghathhetherebeenlátták
seen,Withtearsaugmentingthefreshmorning’sdew,Addingtocloudstöbb
morecloudswithhisdeepsighs;De
Butallsosoonastheall-cheeringsunShouldinthefarthesteastbegintodrawTheshadycurtainsfromAurora’sbed,Awayfromlightstealsotthon
homemyheavyson,Andprivateinhischamberpenshimself,Shutsuphiswindows,locksfairdaylightoutÉs
Andmakeshimselfanartificialnight.Fekete
Blackandportentousmustthishumourprove,Unlessjó
goodcounselmaythecauseremove.BENVOLIO.
Mynobleuncle,doyou
tudja
knowthecause?MONTAGUE.
Ineither
tudom
knowitnorcanlearnofhim.BENVOLIO.
Haveyouimportun’dhimbyanymeans?
MONTAGUE.
Mind
Bothbymyselfandmanymás
otherfriends;Buthe,his
saját
ownaffections’counsellor,Istohimself—Iwillnotmondom
sayhowtrue—Buttohimselfsosecret
és
andsoclose,Sofarfromsoundingés
anddiscovery,Asisthebudbitwithegy
anenviouswormErehecanspreadhisédes
sweetleavestotheair,Vagy
Ordedicatehisbeautytothesun.Couldwede
butlearnfromwhencehissorrowsgrow,Wewouldaswillinglygivecureasknow.EnterRomeo.
BENVOLIO.
Látod
See,wherehecomes.So
kérem
pleaseyoustepaside;I’ll
tudni
knowhisgrievanceorbemuchdenied.MONTAGUE.
I
lennél
wouldthouwertsohappybythymaradnál
stayToheartrueshrift.Come,madam,let’s
el
away,.BENVOLIO.
Goodmorrow,cousin.
ROMEO.
Is
a
thedaysoyoung?