THEPROLOGUE
EnterChorus.
Koret
CHORUS.Twohouseholds,bothalikein
verdighet
dignity,InfairVerona,wherewelayourscene
scene,Fromancientgrudgebreaktony
newmutiny,Wherecivilbloodgjør
makescivilhandsunclean.Fromforth
de
thefatalloinsoftheseto
twofoesApairofstar-cross’dloversta
taketheirlife;Whosemisadventur’dpiteous
styrter
overthrowsDothwiththeirdeathbegrave
burytheirparents’strife.The
fryktelige
fearfulpassageoftheirdeath-mark’dkjærlighet
love,Andthecontinuanceoftheirparents’raseri
rage,Which,buttheirchildren’send,noughtkunne
couldremove,Isnowtheto
twohours’trafficofourstage;ACTI
Scene
SCENEI.Apublicplace.EnterSampson
og
andGregoryarmedwithswordsog
andbucklers.SAMPSON.
Gregory,onmy
ord
word,we’llnotcarrycoals.GREGORY.
Nei
No,forthenweshouldbecolliers.SAMPSON.
I
mener
mean,ifwebeincholer,we’lltrekke
draw.GREGORY.
Ay,whileyou
lever
live,drawyourneckouto’thecollar.SAMPSON.
I
slår
strikequickly,beingmoved.GREGORY.
Men
Butthouartnotquicklyflyttet
movedtostrike.SAMPSON.
A
hund
dogofthehouseofMontaguebeveger
movesme.GREGORY.
Tomoveisto
røre
stir;andtobevaliantisto
stå
stand:therefore,ifthouart
flyttet
moved,thourunn’staway.SAMPSON.
En
Adogofthathouseshallflytte
movemetostand.I
vil
willtakethewallofenhver
anymanormaidofMontague’s.GREGORY.
Det
Thatshowstheeaweakslave
slave,fortheweakestgoestoden
thewall.SAMPSON.
True,and
derfor
thereforewomen,beingtheweakervessels,areeverthrusttode
thewall:thereforeIwill
skyve
pushMontague’smenfromtheveggen
wall,andthrusthismaidstotheveggen
wall.GREGORY.
Thequarrelis
mellom
betweenourmastersandustheirmen.SAMPSON.
’Tis
alle
allone,Iwillshowmyselfatyrann
tyrant:whenIhavefought
med
withthemenIwillbesivile
civilwiththemaids,Ivil
willcutofftheirheads.GREGORY.
Theheadsofthemaids?
SAMPSON.
Ay,theheadsofthemaids,
eller
ortheirmaidenheads;takeitinwhat
forstand
sensethouwilt.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.
Mynaked
våpen
weaponisout:quarrel,I
vil
willbackthee.GREGORY.
How?
Turnthy
ryggen
backandrun?SAMPSON.
Fearmenot.
GREGORY.
Nei
No,marry;Ifearthee!
SAMPSON.
La
Letustakethelawofoursides;la
letthembegin.GREGORY.
I
vil
willfrownasIpassby,og
andletthemtakeitastheylister
list.SAMPSON.
Nay,asthey
våger
dare.Iwillbitemy
tommelen
thumbatthem,whichisskam
disgracetothemiftheybærer
bearit.ABRAM.
Doyou
biter
biteyourthumbatus,sir
sir?SAMPSON.
Idobitemy
tommelen
thumb,sir.ABRAM.
Doyou
biter
biteyourthumbatus,sir
sir?SAMPSON.
Isthelawofour
side
sideifIsayay?GREGORY.
Nei
No.SAMPSON.
Nosir,Idonot
biter
bitemythumbatyou,sir
sir;butIbitemy
tommelen
thumb,sir.GREGORY.
Doyou
kranglet
quarrel,sir?ABRAM.
Quarrel,sir?
Nei
No,sir.SAMPSON.
Butifyou
gjør
do,sir,Iamforyou.I
tjener
serveasgoodamanasyou.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,andtalkoffred
peace?IhatethewordAsI
hater
hatehell,allMontagues,andthee:Ha
Haveatthee,coward.Enter
tre
threeorfourCitizenswithclubs.Første
FIRSTCITIZEN.Clubs,billsandpartisans!
Streik
Strike!Beatthemdown!
Down
med
withtheCapulets!DownwiththeMontagues!
EnterCapuletinhis
kjole
gown,andLadyCapulet.CAPULET.
What
støy
noiseisthis?Givememylong
sverd
sword,ho!LADYCAPULET.
A
krykke
crutch,acrutch!Whycallyoufor
et
asword?CAPULET.
Mysword,I
sier
say!OldMontagueiscome,
Og
Andflourisheshisbladeintross
spiteofme.EnterMontague
og
andhisLadyMontague.MONTAGUE.
Thou
skurk
villainCapulet!Holdmenot,
la
letmego.LADYMONTAGUE.
Thoushaltnot
røre
stironefoottoseekafiende
foe.EnterPrinceEscalus,withAttendants.
PRINCE.
Rebellioussubjects,enemiesto
freden
peace,Profanersofthisneighbour-stainedstål
steel,—Willtheynothear?
Hva
What,ho!Youmen,youbeasts,
Som
Thatquenchthefireofyourperniciousraseri
rageWithpurplefountainsissuingfromyourveins,Onsmerte
painoftorture,fromthosebloodyhandsKast
Throwyourmistemper’dweaponstothebakken
groundAndhearthesentenceofyourmovedprins
prince.Threecivilbrawls,bredof
et
anairyword,Bythee,oldCapulet,og
andMontague,Havethricedisturb’dthequietofourstreets,Og
AndmadeVerona’sancientcitizensKastet
Castbytheirgravebeseemingornaments,Towieldoldpartisans,inhandsasold,Canker’dmed
withpeace,topartyourcanker’dhat
hate.Ifeveryoudisturbourstreets
igjen
again,Yourlivesshallpaytheforfeitofthefreden
peace.Forthistimeall
de
therestdepartaway:You,Capulet,shall
gå
goalongwithme,AndMontague,kom
comeyouthisafternoon,Tokjenne
knowourfartherpleasureindenne
thiscase,TooldFree-town,ourfelles
commonjudgement-place.Oncemore,onpainof
døden
death,allmendepart.[Exeunt
Prince
PrinceandAttendants;MONTAGUE.
Who
satt
setthisancientquarrelnewabroach?Snakk
Speak,nephew,wereyoubyda
whenitbegan?BENVOLIO.
Hereweretheservantsofyour
motstander
adversaryAndyours,closefightingereIgjorde
didapproach.Idrewtopart
dem
them,intheinstantcameDen
ThefieryTybalt,withhissverd
swordprepar’d,Which,ashebreath’ddefiancetomyears,Hesvingte
swungabouthishead,andkuttet
cutthewinds,Whonothingskadet
hurtwithal,hiss’dhiminforakt
scorn.Whilewewereinterchangingthrusts
og
andblowsCamemoreandmer
more,andfoughtonpartog
andpart,TillthePrincekom
came,whopartedeitherpart.Lady
LADYMONTAGUE.OwhereisRomeo,
så
sawyouhimtoday?Right
glad
gladIamhewasnotatdenne
thisfray.BENVOLIO.
Madam,an
time
hourbeforetheworshipp’dsunPeer’dforthden
thegoldenwindowoftheøst
east,Atroubledminddravemetogå
walkabroad,WhereunderneaththegroveofsycamoreThatwestwardrootethfromdenne
thiscityside,Soearlygå
walkingdidIseeyoursønnen
son.TowardshimImade,
men
buthewaswareofmeg
me,Andstoleintotheskjult
covertofthewood.I,
måle
measuringhisaffectionsbymyown,Whichthenmostsøkt
soughtwheremostmightnotbefunnet
found,Beingonetoomanybymytrette
wearyself,Pursu’dmyhumour,notpursuinghans
his,Andgladlyshunn’dwhogjerne
gladlyfledfromme.MONTAGUE.
Mange
Manyamorninghathheder
therebeenseen,Withtearsaugmentingden
thefreshmorning’sdew,Addingtocloudsflere
morecloudswithhisdeepsighs;Men
Butallsosoonastheall-cheeringsolen
sunShouldinthefarthestøst
eastbegintodrawTheskyggefulle
shadycurtainsfromAurora’sbed,Bort
Awayfromlightstealshomemytunge
heavyson,Andprivateinhiskammer
chamberpenshimself,Shutsuphiswindows,locksfairdagslys
daylightoutAndmakeshimselfen
anartificialnight.Blackandportentous
må
mustthishumourprove,Unlessgod
goodcounselmaythecausefjerne
remove.BENVOLIO.
Mynobleuncle,doyouknowthe
årsaken
cause?MONTAGUE.
Ineitherknowit
eller
norcanlearnofhim.BENVOLIO.
Har
Haveyouimportun’dhimbynoen
anymeans?MONTAGUE.
Bothbymyself
og
andmanyotherfriends;But
han
he,hisownaffections’counsellor,Istohimself—Ivil
willnotsayhowtrue—Men
Buttohimselfsosecretog
andsoclose,Sofarfromsoundingog
anddiscovery,Asisthebudbitmed
withanenviouswormErehecanspre
spreadhissweetleavestotheair,Eller
Ordedicatehisbeautytothesolen
sun.Couldwebutlearnfromwhencehissorrowsvokser
grow,Wewouldaswillinglygi
givecureasknow.EnterRomeo.
BENVOLIO.
Se
See,wherehecomes.So
vær
pleaseyoustepaside;I’llknowhisgrievance
eller
orbemuchdenied.MONTAGUE.
Iwouldthouwertso
glad
happybythystayTohøre
heartrueshrift.Come,madam,let’saway,.
BENVOLIO.
Goodmorrow,
fetter
cousin.ROMEO.
Isthedayso
ung
young?