THEPROLOGUE
EnterChorus.
CHORUS.
To
Twohouseholds,bothalikeindignity,InfairVerona,hvor
wherewelayourscene,Fromancientgrudgebryte
breaktonewmutiny,Wherecivilblod
bloodmakescivilhandsunclean.Fromforth
de
thefatalloinsoftheseto
twofoesApairofstar-cross’dloversta
taketheirlife;Whosemisadventur’dpiteousoverthrowsDoth
med
withtheirdeathburytheirparents’strife.Thefearfulpassageoftheirdeath-mark’d
kjærlighet
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.
Nei
No,forthenweshouldbecolliers.SAMPSON.
I
mener
mean,ifwebeincholer,we’lldraw.GREGORY.
Ay,
mens
whileyoulive,drawyourneckut
outo’thecollar.SAMPSON.
Istrikequickly,being
beveget
moved.GREGORY.
Butthouartnotquickly
flyttet
movedtostrike.SAMPSON.
A
hund
dogofthehouseofMontaguebeveger
movesme.GREGORY.
Tomoveistostir;
og
andtobevaliantistostå
stand:therefore,ifthouart
flyttet
moved,thourunn’staway.SAMPSON.
En
Adogofthathouseshallflytte
movemetostand.I
vil
willtakethewallofenhver
anymanormaidofMontague’s.GREGORY.
Det
Thatshowstheeaweakslave,forden
theweakestgoestothewall.SAMPSON.
Sann
True,andthereforewomen,beingde
theweakervessels,areeverthrusttode
thewall:thereforeIwillpushMontague’smenfromthewall,
og
andthrusthismaidstothewall.GREGORY.
Thequarrelis
mellom
betweenourmastersandustheirmen.SAMPSON.
’Tis
alle
allone,Iwillshowmyselfatyrant:når
whenIhavefoughtwiththemenIvil
willbecivilwiththemaids,Ivil
willcutofftheirheads.GREGORY.
Theheadsofthemaids?
SAMPSON.
Ay,theheadsofthemaids,
eller
ortheirmaidenheads;takeitinwhatsensethouwilt.
GREGORY.
They
må
musttakeitinsensethatføler
feelit.SAMPSON.
Metheyshallfeel
mens
whileIamabletostå
stand:and’tisknownIam
et
aprettypieceofflesh.GREGORY.
’Tis
godt
wellthouartnotfish;hvis
ifthouhadst,thouhadstbeenstakkars
poorJohn.Drawthytool;
her
herecomesofthehouseofMontagues.EnterAbram
og
andBalthasar.SAMPSON.
Mynakedweaponis
ute
out:quarrel,Iwillbackthee.
GREGORY.
How?
Turnthy
ryggen
backandrun?SAMPSON.
Fearmenot.
GREGORY.
Nei
No,marry;Ifearthee!
SAMPSON.
La
Letustakethelawofoursides;la
letthembegin.GREGORY.
I
vil
willfrownasIpassby,og
andletthemtakeitastheylist.SAMPSON.
Nay,astheydare.
I
vil
willbitemythumbatdem
them,whichisdisgracetothemhvis
iftheybearit.ABRAM.
Doyoubiteyourthumbat
oss
us,sir?SAMPSON.
Idobitemythumb,
sir
sir.ABRAM.
Doyoubiteyourthumbat
oss
us,sir?SAMPSON.
Isthe
loven
lawofoursideifIsier
sayay?GREGORY.
No.
SAMPSON.
Nei
Nosir,Idonotbitemythumbatyou,sir
sir;butIbitemythumb,
sir
sir.GREGORY.
Doyouquarrel,
sir
sir?ABRAM.
Quarrel,sir?
No,
sir
sir.SAMPSON.
Butifyou
gjør
do,sir,Iamforyou.Iserveas
god
goodamanasyou.ABRAM.
No
bedre
better.SAMPSON.
Well,sir.
EnterBenvolio.
GREGORY.
Si
Saybetter;herecomesoneofmymaster’skinsmen.
SAMPSON.
Ja
Yes,better,sir.ABRAM.
You
lyver
lie.SAMPSON.
Draw,ifyoubemen.
Gregory,
husk
rememberthywashingblow.BENVOLIO.
Del
Part,fools!putupyourswords,youknownotwhatyoudo.
EnterTybalt.
TYBALT.
Hva
What,artthoudrawnamongdisse
theseheartlesshinds?TurntheeBenvolio,
se
lookuponthydeath.BENVOLIO.
I
gjør
dobutkeepthepeace,sette
putupthysword,Ormanageittopartdisse
thesemenwithme.TYBALT.
Hva
What,drawn,andtalkofpeace?I
hater
hatethewordAsIhater
hatehell,allMontagues,andthee:Ha
Haveatthee,coward.Enter
tre
threeorfourCitizenswithclubs.Første
FIRSTCITIZEN.Clubs,billsandpartisans!
Strike!
Slå
Beatthemdown!DownwiththeCapulets!
Ned
DownwiththeMontagues!EnterCapuletinhisgown,
og
andLadyCapulet.CAPULET.
Whatnoiseisthis?
Gi
Givememylongsword,ho!Lady
LADYCAPULET.Acrutch,acrutch!
Hvorfor
Whycallyouforasword?CAPULET.
Mysword,I
sier
say!OldMontagueiscome,
Og
Andflourisheshisbladeinspiteofmeg
me.EnterMontagueandhis
Lady
LadyMontague.MONTAGUE.
ThouvillainCapulet!
Hold
Holdmenot,letmegå
go.LADYMONTAGUE.
Thoushaltnotstironefoottoseekafoe.
EnterPrinceEscalus,
med
withAttendants.PRINCE.
Rebellioussubjects,enemiestopeace,Profanersof
denne
thisneighbour-stainedsteel,—Willtheynot
høre
hear?What,ho!
Youmen,youbeasts,
Som
ThatquenchthefireofyourperniciousrageMed
Withpurplefountainsissuingfromyourveins,Onpainoftorture,fromthosebloodyhandsThrowyourmistemper’dweaponstothegroundOg
Andhearthesentenceofyourmovedprince.Tre
Threecivilbrawls,bredofet
anairyword,Bythee,oldCapulet,og
andMontague,Havethricedisturb’dthequietofourstreets,Og
AndmadeVerona’sancientcitizensCastbytheirgravebeseemingornaments,Towieldoldpartisans,inhandsasold,Canker’dmed
withpeace,topartyourcanker’dhat
hate.Ifeveryoudisturbourstreets
igjen
again,Yourlivesshallpaytheforfeitofthepeace.For
denne
thistimealltherestdepartbort
away:You,Capulet,shallgoalong
med
withme,AndMontague,comeyoudenne
thisafternoon,Toknowourfartherpleasureindenne
thiscase,TooldFree-town,ourcommonjudgement-place.Oncemore,onpainof
døden
death,allmendepart.[ExeuntPrince
og
andAttendants;MONTAGUE.
Whoset
denne
thisancientquarrelnewabroach?Snakk
Speak,nephew,wereyoubyda
whenitbegan?BENVOLIO.
Hereweretheservantsofyouradversary
Og
Andyours,closefightingereIgjorde
didapproach.Idrewtopart
dem
them,intheinstantcameDen
ThefieryTybalt,withhisswordprepar’d,Which,ashebreath’ddefiancetomyears,Heswungom
abouthishead,andcutden
thewinds,Whonothinghurtwithal,hiss’dhiminscorn.Mens
Whilewewereinterchangingthrustsog
andblowsCamemoreandmer
more,andfoughtonpartog
andpart,TillthePrincekom
came,whopartedeitherpart.Lady
LADYMONTAGUE.OwhereisRomeo,
så
sawyouhimtoday?RightgladIamhewasnotat
denne
thisfray.BENVOLIO.
Madam,an
time
hourbeforetheworshipp’dsunPeer’dforthden
thegoldenwindowoftheeast,Atroubledsinn
minddravemetowalkabroad,Hvor
WhereunderneaththegroveofsycamoreThatwestwardrootethfromdenne
thiscityside,Soearlygå
walkingdidIseeyoursønnen
son.TowardshimImade,
men
buthewaswareofmeg
me,Andstoleintothecovertofthewood.Jeg
I,measuringhisaffectionsbymyown,Whichthenmostsoughtwheremostkan
mightnotbefound,Beingen
onetoomanybymywearyself,Pursu’dmyhumour,notpursuinghans
his,Andgladlyshunn’dwhogladlyfledfromme.MONTAGUE.
Mange
Manyamorninghathheder
therebeenseen,Withtearsaugmentingden
thefreshmorning’sdew,Addingtocloudsflere
morecloudswithhisdeepsighs;Men
Butallsosoonastheall-cheeringsunBør
ShouldinthefarthesteastbegintodrawTheshadycurtainsfromAurora’sseng
bed,Awayfromlightstealshjem
homemyheavyson,Andprivateinhischamberpenshimself,Lukker
Shutsuphiswindows,locksfairdaylightut
outAndmakeshimselfanartificialnatt
night.Blackandportentousmust
denne
thishumourprove,Unlessgoodcounselkan
maythecauseremove.BENVOLIO.
Mynoble
onkel
uncle,doyouknowtheårsaken
cause?MONTAGUE.
Ineitherknowitnor
kan
canlearnofhim.BENVOLIO.
Har
Haveyouimportun’dhimbynoen
anymeans?MONTAGUE.
Bothbymyself
og
andmanyotherfriends;But
han
he,hisownaffections’counsellor,Istohimself—Ivil
willnotsayhowtrue—Men
Buttohimselfsosecretog
andsoclose,Sofarfromsoundingog
anddiscovery,Asisthebudbitmed
withanenviouswormErehecanspreadhissøte
sweetleavestotheair,Eller
Ordedicatehisbeautytothesun.Couldwemen
butlearnfromwhencehissorrowsgrow,Weville
wouldaswillinglygivecureasvet
know.EnterRomeo.
BENVOLIO.
See,
hvor
wherehecomes.Sopleaseyoustepaside;
I’llknowhisgrievance
eller
orbemuchdenied.MONTAGUE.
Iwouldthouwertso
glad
happybythystayTohøre
heartrueshrift.Come,madam,let’saway,.
BENVOLIO.
Goodmorrow,cousin.
ROMEO.
Isthe
dagen
daysoyoung?