THEPROLOGUE
EnterChorus.
CHORUS.
Dos
Twohouseholds,bothalikeindignity,InfairVerona,donde
wherewelayourscene,Fromancientgrudgebreaktonuevo
newmutiny,Wherecivilbloodhace
makescivilhandsunclean.Fromforththefatalloinsof
estos
thesetwofoesApairofstar-cross’dloverstoman
taketheirlife;Whosemisadventur’dpiteousoverthrowsDoth
con
withtheirdeathburytheirparents’strife.Thefearfulpassageoftheirdeath-mark’d
amor
love,Andthecontinuanceoftheirparents’rage,Which,pero
buttheirchildren’send,noughtpodría
couldremove,Isnowthedos
twohours’trafficofourstage;ACTI
SCENEI.
Un
Apublicplace.EnterSampson
y
andGregoryarmedwithswordsy
andbucklers.SAMPSON.
Gregory,onmy
palabra
word,we’llnotcarrycoals.GREGORY.
No
No,forthenweshouldbecolliers.SAMPSON.
I
decir
mean,ifwebeincholer,we’lldraw.GREGORY.
Ay,
mientras
whileyoulive,drawyourneckouto’thecollar.SAMPSON.
Istrikequickly,being
movido
moved.GREGORY.
Butthouartnotquickly
mueves
movedtostrike.SAMPSON.
A
perro
dogofthehouseofMontaguemovesme
me.GREGORY.
Tomoveistostir;
y
andtobevaliantistostand:therefore,
si
ifthouartmoved,thourunn’staway.SAMPSON.
Un
Adogofthathouseshallmoverá
movemetostand.Iwill
tomaré
takethewallofanyhombre
manormaidofMontague’s.GREGORY.
Eso
Thatshowstheeaweakslave,fortheweakestva
goestothewall.SAMPSON.
Cierto
True,andthereforewomen,beingtheweakervessels,areeverthrusttothewall:thereforeIwillpushMontague’smenfromthewall,
y
andthrusthismaidstothewall.GREGORY.
La
Thequarrelisbetweenourmastersy
andustheirmen.SAMPSON.
’Tis
todo
allone,Iwillshowmyselfatyrant:cuando
whenIhavefoughtwiththemenIseré
willbecivilwiththemaids,Iseré
willcutofftheirheads.GREGORY.
Las
Theheadsofthemaids?SAMPSON.
Ay,
las
theheadsofthemaids,o
ortheirmaidenheads;takeitinwhatsensethouwilt.
GREGORY.
They
deben
musttakeitinsensethatfeelit.SAMPSON.
Metheyshall
sentirán
feelwhileIamabletostand:y
and’tisknownIamun
aprettypieceofflesh.GREGORY.
’Tis
bien
wellthouartnotfish;si
ifthouhadst,thouhadstbeenpobre
poorJohn.Drawthytool;
aquí
herecomesofthehouseofMontagues.EnterAbram
y
andBalthasar.SAMPSON.
Mynakedweaponis
fuera
out:quarrel,Iwillbackthee.
GREGORY.
Cómo
How?Turnthybackandrun?
SAMPSON.
Fearmenot.
GREGORY.
No
No,marry;Ifearthee!
SAMPSON.
Letus
tomemos
takethelawofoursides;dejemos
letthembegin.GREGORY.
I
quieran
willfrownasIpassby,y
andletthemtakeitastheylist.SAMPSON.
Nay,astheydare.
I
es
willbitemythumbatthem,whichisdisgracetothemsi
iftheybearit.ABRAM.
Doyoubiteyourthumbat
nosotros
us,sir?SAMPSON.
Idobitemythumb,
señor
sir.ABRAM.
Doyoubiteyourthumbat
nosotros
us,sir?SAMPSON.
Isthe
ley
lawofoursideifIdigo
sayay?GREGORY.
No.
SAMPSON.
No
Nosir,Idonotbitemythumbatyou,señor
sir;butIbitemythumb,
señor
sir.GREGORY.
Doyouquarrel,
señor
sir?ABRAM.
Quarrel,sir?
No,
señor
sir.SAMPSON.
Butifyou
hace
do,sir,Iamforyou.Iserveas
bueno
goodamanasyou.ABRAM.
No
Nobetter.SAMPSON.
Well,sir.
EnterBenvolio.
GREGORY.
Digo
Saybetter;herecomesoneofmymaster’skinsmen.
SAMPSON.
Sí
Yes,better,sir.ABRAM.
You
miente
lie.SAMPSON.
Draw,ifyoubemen.
Gregory,
recuerda
rememberthywashingblow.BENVOLIO.
Part,fools!
putupyourswords,you
saben
knownotwhatyoudo.EnterTybalt.
TYBALT.
Qué
What,artthoudrawnamongestos
theseheartlesshinds?TurntheeBenvolio,
mira
lookuponthydeath.BENVOLIO.
I
hago
dobutkeepthepeace,putupthysword,O
Ormanageittopartestos
thesemenwithme.TYBALT.
Qué
What,drawn,andtalkofpeace?I
odio
hatethewordAsIodio
hatehell,allMontagues,andthee:Tienes
Haveatthee,coward.Enter
tres
threeorfourCitizenswithclubs.Primer
FIRSTCITIZEN.Clubs,billsandpartisans!
Strike!
Beatthemdown!
Abajo
DownwiththeCapulets!Downwith
los
theMontagues!EnterCapuletinhisgown,
y
andLadyCapulet.CAPULET.
Whatnoiseis
este
this?Givememylongsword,ho!
Señora
LADYCAPULET.Acrutch,acrutch!
Por qué
Whycallyouforasword?CAPULET.
Mysword,I
digo
say!OldMontagueiscome,
Y
Andflourisheshisbladeinspiteofmí
me.EnterMontagueandhis
Señora
LadyMontague.MONTAGUE.
ThouvillainCapulet!
Sujetes
Holdmenot,letmeir
go.LADYMONTAGUE.
Thoushaltnotstironefoottoseekafoe.
EnterPrinceEscalus,
con
withAttendants.PRINCE.
Rebellioussubjects,enemiestopeace,Profanersof
este
thisneighbour-stainedsteel,—Willtheynot
escuchar
hear?What,ho!
Youmen,youbeasts,Thatquenchthe
fuego
fireofyourperniciousrageCon
Withpurplefountainsissuingfromyourveins,Onpainoftorture,fromthosebloodyhandsThrowyourmistemper’dweaponstothegroundY
Andhearthesentenceofyourmovedprince.Tres
Threecivilbrawls,bredofuna
anairyword,Bythee,viejo
oldCapulet,andMontague,Havethricedisturb’dthequietofourstreets,Y
AndmadeVerona’sancientcitizensCastbytheirgravebeseemingornaments,Towieldviejo
oldpartisans,inhandsasviejo
old,Canker’dwithpeace,topartyourcanker’dodio
hate.Ifeveryoudisturbourstreets
de nuevo
again,Yourlivesshallpayla
theforfeitofthepeace.For
este
thistimealltherestdepartaway:You,Capulet,shallgoalongwithme,
Y
AndMontague,comeyouthisafternoon,Toconocer
knowourfartherpleasureinthiscaso
case,TooldFree-town,ourcommonjudgement-place.Una vez
Oncemore,onpainofmuerte
death,allmendepart.[ExeuntPrince
y
andAttendants;MONTAGUE.
Whoset
esta
thisancientquarrelnewabroach?Habla
Speak,nephew,wereyoubycuando
whenitbegan?BENVOLIO.
Herewere
los
theservantsofyouradversaryY
Andyours,closefightingereIdidapproach.Idrewtopartthem,intheinstant
vino
cameThefieryTybalt,withhisswordprepar’d,Which,ashebreath’ddefiancetomyears,Heswungabouthiscabeza
head,andcutthewinds,Whonada
nothinghurtwithal,hiss’dhiminscorn.Mientras
Whilewewereinterchangingthrustsy
andblowsCamemoreandmás
more,andfoughtonparty
andpart,TillthePrincecame,whopartedeitherparte
part.LADYMONTAGUE.
OwhereisRomeo,
visto
sawyouhimtoday?RightgladIamhewasnotat
esta
thisfray.BENVOLIO.
Madam,anhourbeforetheworshipp’dsunPeer’dforththegoldenwindowoftheeast,Atroubled
mente
minddravemetowalkabroad,Donde
WhereunderneaththegroveofsycamoreThatwestwardrootethfromthisciudad
cityside,Soearlywalkingvi
didIseeyourson.TowardshimImade,
pero
buthewaswareofme,Y
Andstoleintothecovertofthewood.Yo
I,measuringhisaffectionsbymyown,Whichthenmás
mostsoughtwheremostmightnotbebuscaban
found,Beingonetoomanybymywearyself,Pursu’dmyhumour,notpursuingsus
his,Andgladlyshunn’dwhogladlyfledfrommí
me.MONTAGUE.
Manyamorninghathhe
allí
therebeenseen,Withtearsaugmentingthefreshmorning’sdew,Addingtocloudsmás
morecloudswithhisdeepsighs;Pero
Butallsosoonastheall-cheeringsunShouldinthefarthesteastbegintodrawTheshadycurtainsfromAurora’scama
bed,Awayfromlightstealscasa
homemyheavyson,Andprivateinhischamberpenshimself,Cierra
Shutsuphiswindows,locksfairdaylightoutY
Andmakeshimselfanartificialnoche
night.Blackandportentousmust
este
thishumourprove,Unlessgoodcounselpueda
maythecauseremove.BENVOLIO.
Mynobleuncle,doyou
sabes
knowthecause?MONTAGUE.
Ineither
sé
knowitnorcanlearnofhim.BENVOLIO.
Ha
Haveyouimportun’dhimbyalguna
anymeans?MONTAGUE.
Bothbymyselfand
muchos
manyotherfriends;Buthe,his
propio
ownaffections’counsellor,Istohimself—Ies
willnotsayhowtrue—Pero
Buttohimselfsosecrety
andsoclose,Sofarfromsonar
soundinganddiscovery,Asisthebudbitwithun
anenviouswormErehepueda
canspreadhissweetleavestotheaire
air,Ordedicatehisbeautytothesun.Couldwepero
butlearnfromwhencehissorrowsgrow,Wees
wouldaswillinglygivecureassaber
know.EnterRomeo.
BENVOLIO.
See,wherehe
viene
comes.Sopleaseyoustepaside;
I’ll
conoceré
knowhisgrievanceorbemuchdenied.MONTAGUE.
I
fueras
wouldthouwertsohappybythyestancia
stayToheartrueshrift.Venga
Come,madam,let’saway,.BENVOLIO.
Goodmorrow,cousin.
ROMEO.
Is
el
thedaysoyoung?