THEPROLOGUE
EnterChorus.
CHORUS.
Twohouseholds,bothalikeindignity,InfairVerona,wherewelayourscene,From
gammel
ancientgrudgebreaktonewmutiny,Wheresivile
civilbloodmakescivilhandsunclean.FromforththefatalloinsofthesetwofoesA
par
pairofstar-cross’dloverstaketheirlife;Whosemisadventur’dpiteousoverthrowsDothwiththeirdeath
begrave
burytheirparents’strife.Thefearfulpassageoftheirdeath-mark’dlove,Andthecontinuanceoftheirparents’rage,Which,buttheirchildren’send,noughtcould
fjerne
remove,Isnowthetwohours’trafikk
trafficofourstage;ACTI
SCENEI.Apublicplace.
EnterSampsonandGregoryarmedwithswordsandbucklers.
SAMPSON.
Gregory,onmyword,we’llnotcarrycoals.
GREGORY.
No,forthenweshouldbecolliers.
SAMPSON.
Imean,ifwebeincholer,we’ll
trekke
draw.GREGORY.
Ay,whileyoulive,
trekke
drawyourneckouto’thecollar.SAMPSON.
I
slår
strikequickly,beingmoved.GREGORY.
Butthouartnotquicklymovedto
slå
strike.SAMPSON.
AdogofthehouseofMontaguemovesme.
GREGORY.
Tomoveistostir;
andtobevaliantistostand:
derfor
therefore,ifthouartmoved,thourunn’staway.SAMPSON.
Adogofthathouseshallmovemetostand.
IwilltakethewallofanymanormaidofMontague’s.
GREGORY.
Thatshowstheea
svak
weakslave,fortheweakestgoestothewall.SAMPSON.
True,and
derfor
thereforewomen,beingtheweakervessels,areeverthrusttothewall:derfor
thereforeIwillpushMontague’smenfromthewall,andthrusthismaidstothewall.GREGORY.
Thequarrelisbetweenourmastersandustheirmen.
SAMPSON.
’Tisallone,Iwillshowmyselfatyrant:
whenIhavefoughtwiththemenIwillbe
sivile
civilwiththemaids,Iwillcutofftheirheads.GREGORY.
Theheadsofthemaids?
SAMPSON.
Ay,theheadsofthemaids,ortheirmaidenheads;
takeitinwhatsensethouwilt.
GREGORY.
Theymusttakeitinsensethatfeelit.
SAMPSON.
MetheyshallfeelwhileIamabletostand:
and’tisknownIamaprettypieceof
kjøtt
flesh.GREGORY.
’Tiswellthouartnotfish;
ifthouhadst,thouhadstbeenpoorJohn.
Tegn
Drawthytool;herecomesofthehouseofMontagues.
EnterAbramandBalthasar.
SAMPSON.
My
nakne
nakedweaponisout:quarrel,Iwillbackthee.
GREGORY.
How?
Turnthybackandrun?
SAMPSON.
Fearmenot.
GREGORY.
No,marry;
Ifearthee!
SAMPSON.
Letustakethelawofoursides;
letthembegin.
GREGORY.
IwillfrownasIpassby,andletthemtakeitastheylist.
SAMPSON.
Nay,astheydare.
Iwill
bite
bitemythumbatthem,whichisdisgracetothemiftheybearit.ABRAM.
Doyou
biter
biteyourthumbatus,sir?SAMPSON.
Ido
biter
bitemythumb,sir.ABRAM.
Doyou
biter
biteyourthumbatus,sir?SAMPSON.
IsthelawofoursideifIsayay?
GREGORY.
No.
SAMPSON.
Nosir,Idonot
biter
bitemythumbatyou,sir;butI
biter
bitemythumb,sir.GREGORY.
Doyouquarrel,sir?
ABRAM.
Quarrel,sir?
No,sir.
SAMPSON.
Butifyoudo,sir,Iamforyou.
I
tjener
serveasgoodamanasyou.ABRAM.
Nobetter.
SAMPSON.
Well,sir.
EnterBenvolio.
GREGORY.
Saybetter;
herecomesoneofmymaster’skinsmen.
SAMPSON.
Yes,better,sir.
ABRAM.
Youlie.
SAMPSON.
Tegn
Draw,ifyoubemen.Gregory,rememberthywashingblow.
BENVOLIO.
Part,fools!
putupyourswords,youknownotwhatyoudo.
EnterTybalt.
TYBALT.
What,artthou
trukket
drawnamongtheseheartlesshinds?TurntheeBenvolio,lookuponthydeath.
BENVOLIO.
Idobutkeepthepeace,putupthysword,Ormanageittopartthesemenwithme.
TYBALT.
What,
trukket
drawn,andtalkofpeace?IhatethewordAsIhatehell,allMontagues,andthee:
Haveatthee,
feiging
coward.EnterthreeorfourCitizenswithclubs.
FIRSTCITIZEN.
Clubs,billsandpartisans!
Streik
Strike!Beatthemdown!
DownwiththeCapulets!
DownwiththeMontagues!
EnterCapuletinhisgown,andLadyCapulet.
CAPULET.
What
støy
noiseisthis?Givememylong
sverd
sword,ho!LADYCAPULET.
Acrutch,acrutch!
Whycallyoufora
sverd
sword?CAPULET.
Mysword,Isay!
OldMontagueiscome,Andflourisheshisbladeinspiteofme.
EnterMontagueandhisLadyMontague.
MONTAGUE.
ThouvillainCapulet!
Holdmenot,letmego.
LADYMONTAGUE.
Thoushaltnotstironefootto
søke
seekafoe.EnterPrinceEscalus,withAttendants.
PRINCE.
Rebellioussubjects,enemiestopeace,Profanersofthisneighbour-stained
stål
steel,—Willtheynothear?
What,ho!
Youmen,youbeasts,ThatquenchthefireofyourperniciousrageWithpurplefountainsissuingfromyourveins,Onpainof
tortur
torture,fromthosebloodyhandsThrowyourmistemper’dweaponstothegroundAndhearthesentenceofyourmovedprins
prince.Threecivilbrawls,bredofanairyword,Bythee,oldCapulet,andMontague,Havethricedisturb’dthequietofourstreets,AndmadeVerona’sancientcitizens
Kastet
Castbytheirgravebeseemingornaments,Towieldoldpartisans,inhandsasold,Canker’dwithpeace,topartyourcanker’dhate.Ifeveryoudisturbourstreetsagain,Yourlivesshallpaytheforfeitofthepeace.
Forthistimealltherestdepartaway:
You,Capulet,shallgoalongwithme,AndMontague,comeyouthisafternoon,Toknowourfartherpleasureinthiscase,TooldFree-town,our
felles
commonjudgement-place.Oncemore,onpainofdeath,allmendepart.
[Exeunt
Prince
PrinceandAttendants;MONTAGUE.
Whosetthis
gamle
ancientquarrelnewabroach?Speak,
nevø
nephew,wereyoubywhenitbegan?BENVOLIO.
HereweretheservantsofyouradversaryAndyours,closefightingereIdid
tilnærming
approach.Idrewtopartthem,intheinstantcameThefieryTybalt,withhis
sverd
swordprepar’d,Which,ashebreath’ddefiancetomyears,Hesvingte
swungabouthishead,andcutthewinds,Whonothinghurtwithal,hiss’dhiminscorn.WhilewewereinterchangingthrustsandblowsCamemoreandmore,andfoughtonpartandpart,TillthePrincecame,whopartedeitherpart.
LADYMONTAGUE.
OwhereisRomeo,sawyouhimtoday?
RightgladIamhewasnotatthisfray.
BENVOLIO.
Madam,anhourbeforetheworshipp’dsunPeer’dforththegoldenwindowoftheeast,Atroubledminddravemetowalkabroad,WhereunderneaththegroveofsycamoreThatwestwardrootethfromthiscityside,SoearlywalkingdidIseeyourson.
Mot
TowardshimImade,buthewaswareofme,Andstoleintothecovertofthewood.I,measuringhisaffectionsbymyown,Whichthenmost
søkt
soughtwheremostmightnotbefound,Beingonetoomanybymywearyself,Pursu’dmyhumour,notpursuinghis,Andgladlyshunn’dwhogladlyfledfromme.MONTAGUE.
Manyamorninghathhetherebeenseen,Withtearsaugmentingthefreshmorning’sdew,
Legge
Addingtocloudsmorecloudswithhisdeepsighs;Butallsosoonastheall-cheeringsunShouldinthefarthesteastbeginto
trekke
drawTheshadycurtainsfromAurora’sbed,Awayfromlightstealshomemyheavyson,Andprivateinhischamberpenshimself,Shutsuphiswindows,locksfairdaylightoutAndmakeshimselfanartificialnight.Blackandportentousmustthishumourprove,Unlessgoodcounselmaythecause
fjerne
remove.BENVOLIO.
Mynobleuncle,doyouknowthecause?
MONTAGUE.
Ineitherknowitnorcanlearnofhim.
BENVOLIO.
Haveyouimportun’dhimbyanymeans?
MONTAGUE.
Bothbymyselfandmanyotherfriends;
Buthe,hisownaffections’counsellor,Istohimself—Iwillnotsayhowtrue—
Buttohimselfsosecretandsoclose,Sofarfromsoundinganddiscovery,AsisthebudbitwithanenviouswormErehecan
spre
spreadhissweetleavestotheair,Ordedicatehisbeautytothesun.Couldwebutlearnfromwhencehissorrowsgrow,Wewouldaswillinglygivekur
cureasknow.EnterRomeo.
BENVOLIO.
See,wherehecomes.
Sopleaseyoustep
side
aside;I’llknowhisgrievanceorbemuch
nektet
denied.MONTAGUE.
IwouldthouwertsohappybythystayToheartrueshrift.
Come,madam,let’saway,.
BENVOLIO.
Goodmorrow,cousin.
ROMEO.
Isthedaysoyoung?