THEPROLOGUE
EnterChorus.
CHORUS.
Två
Twohouseholds,bothalikeindignity,InfairVerona,där
wherewelayourscene,Fromancientgrudgebryta
breaktonewmutiny,Wherecivilblod
bloodmakescivilhandsunclean.Fromforththefatalloinsof
dessa
thesetwofoesApairofstar-cross’dloverstar
taketheirlife;Whosemisadventur’dpiteousoverthrowsDoth
med
withtheirdeathburytheirparents’strife.Thefearfulpassageoftheirdeath-mark’d
kärlek
love,Andthecontinuanceoftheirparents’rage,Som
Which,buttheirchildren’send,noughtkunde
couldremove,Isnowthetvå
twohours’trafficofourstage;ACTI
SCENEI.
En
Apublicplace.EnterSampson
och
andGregoryarmedwithswordsoch
andbucklers.SAMPSON.
Gregory,onmy
ord
word,we’llnotcarrycoals.GREGORY.
Nej
No,forthenweshouldbecolliers.SAMPSON.
I
menar
mean,ifwebeincholer,we’lldraw.GREGORY.
Ay,whileyou
lever
live,drawyourneckouto’thecollar.SAMPSON.
Istrikequickly,beingmoved.
GREGORY.
Men
Butthouartnotquicklymovedtostrike.SAMPSON.
En
AdogofthehouseofMontaguemovesmig
me.GREGORY.
Tomoveistostir;
och
andtobevaliantistostå
stand:therefore,ifthouartmoved,thourunn’st
iväg
away.SAMPSON.
Adogofthat
huset
houseshallmovemetostå
stand.Iwilltakethewallof
någon
anymanormaidofMontague’s.GREGORY.
That
visar
showstheeaweakslave,fortheweakestgår
goestothewall.SAMPSON.
Sant
True,andthereforewomen,beingtheweakervessels,areeverthrusttothewall:thereforeI
kommer
willpushMontague’smenfromthewall,och
andthrusthismaidstothewall.GREGORY.
Thequarrelis
mellan
betweenourmastersandustheirmen.SAMPSON.
’Tisallone,I
kommer
willshowmyselfatyrant:när
whenIhavefoughtwiththemenIkommer
willbecivilwiththemaids,Ikommer
willcutofftheirheads.GREGORY.
Theheadsofthemaids?
SAMPSON.
Ay,theheadsofthemaids,
eller
ortheirmaidenheads;takeitinwhatsensethouwilt.
GREGORY.
They
måste
musttakeitinsensesom
thatfeelit.SAMPSON.
Metheyshall
känna
feelwhileIamabletostå
stand:and’tisknownIam
en
aprettypieceofflesh.GREGORY.
’Tis
bra
wellthouartnotfish;om
ifthouhadst,thouhadstbeenstackars
poorJohn.Drawthytool;
här
herecomesofthehouseofMontagues.EnterAbram
och
andBalthasar.SAMPSON.
Mynakedweaponis
ute
out:quarrel,Iwillbackthee.
GREGORY.
Hur
How?Turnthybackand
springer
run?SAMPSON.
Fearmenot.
GREGORY.
Nej
No,marry;Ifearthee!
SAMPSON.
Låt
Letustakethelawofoursides;låt
letthembegin.GREGORY.
I
kommer
willfrownasIpassby,och
andletthemtakeitastheylist.SAMPSON.
Nay,astheydare.
I
kommer
willbitemythumbatdem
them,whichisdisgracetothemom
iftheybearit.ABRAM.
Doyoubiteyourthumbat
oss
us,sir?SAMPSON.
Idobitemythumb,
sir
sir.ABRAM.
Doyoubiteyourthumbat
oss
us,sir?SAMPSON.
Isthe
lagen
lawofoursideifIsäger
sayay?GREGORY.
No.
SAMPSON.
No
sir
sir,Idonotbitemythumbatyou,sir
sir;butIbitemythumb,
sir
sir.GREGORY.
Doyouquarrel,
sir
sir?ABRAM.
Quarrel,sir?
No,
sir
sir.SAMPSON.
Butifyou
gör
do,sir,Iamforyou.Iserveas
bra
goodamanasyou.ABRAM.
Inte
Nobetter.SAMPSON.
Well,sir.
EnterBenvolio.
GREGORY.
Säg
Saybetter;herecomesoneofmymaster’skinsmen.
SAMPSON.
Ja
Yes,better,sir.ABRAM.
You
ljuger
lie.SAMPSON.
Draw,ifyoubemen.
Gregory,rememberthywashingblow.
BENVOLIO.
Part,fools!
lägg
putupyourswords,youvet
knownotwhatyoudo.EnterTybalt.
TYBALT.
Vad
What,artthoudrawnamongdessa
theseheartlesshinds?TurntheeBenvolio,
titta
lookuponthydeath.BENVOLIO.
I
gör
dobutkeepthepeace,lägga
putupthysword,Ormanageittopartdessa
thesemenwithme.TYBALT.
Vad
What,drawn,andtalkofpeace?I
hatar
hatethewordAsIhatar
hatehell,allMontagues,andthee:Ha
Haveatthee,coward.Enter
tre
threeorfourCitizenswithclubs.Första
FIRSTCITIZEN.Clubs,billsandpartisans!
Strike!
Slå
Beatthemdown!DownwiththeCapulets!
Ner
DownwiththeMontagues!EnterCapuletinhisgown,
och
andLadyCapulet.CAPULET.
Whatnoiseis
här
this?Givememylongsword,ho!
Lady
LADYCAPULET.Acrutch,acrutch!
Varför
Whycallyouforasword?CAPULET.
Mysword,I
säger
say!OldMontagueiscome,
Och
Andflourisheshisbladeinspiteofmig
me.EnterMontagueandhis
Lady
LadyMontague.MONTAGUE.
ThouvillainCapulet!
Håll
Holdmenot,letmego.Lady
LADYMONTAGUE.Thoushaltnotstironefoottoseekafoe.
EnterPrinceEscalus,
med
withAttendants.PRINCE.
Rebellioussubjects,enemiestopeace,Profanersof
detta
thisneighbour-stainedsteel,—Willtheynot
höra
hear?What,ho!
Youmen,youbeasts,
Som
ThatquenchthefireofyourperniciousrageMed
Withpurplefountainsissuingfromyourveins,Onpainoftorture,fromdessa
thosebloodyhandsThrowyourmistemper’dweaponstothegroundOch
Andhearthesentenceofyourmovedprince.Tre
Threecivilbrawls,bredofett
anairyword,Bythee,oldCapulet,och
andMontague,Havethricedisturb’dthequietofourstreets,Och
AndmadeVerona’sancientcitizensCastbytheirgravebeseemingornaments,Towieldoldpartisans,inhandsasold,Canker’dmed
withpeace,topartyourcanker’dhat
hate.Ifeveryoudisturbourstreets
igen
again,Yourlivesshallpaytheforfeitofthepeace.For
här
thistimealltherestdepartiväg
away:You,Capulet,shallgoalong
med
withme,AndMontague,comeyoudetta
thisafternoon,Toknowourfartherpleasureindetta
thiscase,TooldFree-town,ourcommonjudgement-place.Oncemore,onpainofdeath,
alla
allmendepart.[ExeuntPrinceandAttendants;
MONTAGUE.
Vem
Whosetthisancientquarrelny
newabroach?Speak,nephew,wereyouby
när
whenitbegan?BENVOLIO.
Hereweretheservantsofyouradversary
Och
Andyours,closefightingereIdidapproach.Idrewtopart
dem
them,intheinstantcameThefieryTybalt,med
withhisswordprepar’d,Which,ashebreath’ddefiancetomyears,Heswungom
abouthishead,andcutthewinds,Whoingenting
nothinghurtwithal,hiss’dhiminscorn.Medan
Whilewewereinterchangingthrustsoch
andblowsCamemoreandfler
more,andfoughtonpartoch
andpart,TillthePrincekom
came,whopartedeitherpart.Lady
LADYMONTAGUE.OwhereisRomeo,
såg
sawyouhimtoday?RightgladIamhewasnotat
här
thisfray.BENVOLIO.
Madam,an
timme
hourbeforetheworshipp’dsunPeer’dforththegoldenwindowoftheeast,Atroubledsinne
minddravemetowalkabroad,Där
WhereunderneaththegroveofsycamoreThatwestwardrootethfromdenna
thiscityside,SoearlywalkingdidIsåg
seeyourson.TowardshimI
gjorde
made,buthewaswareofmig
me,Andstoleintothecovertofthewood.Jag
I,measuringhisaffectionsbymyown,Whichthenmostsoughtwheremostkunde
mightnotbefound,Beingen
onetoomanybymywearyself,Pursu’dmyhumour,notpursuinghans
his,Andgladlyshunn’dwhogladlyfledfrommig
me.MONTAGUE.
Manyamorninghathhe
där
therebeenseen,Withtearsaugmentingden
thefreshmorning’sdew,Addingtocloudsfler
morecloudswithhisdeepsighs;Men
Butallsosoonastheall-cheeringsunBör
ShouldinthefarthesteastbegintodrawTheshadycurtainsfromAurora’ssäng
bed,Awayfromlightstealshem
homemyheavyson,Andprivateinhischamberpenshimself,Stänger
Shutsuphiswindows,locksfairdaylightut
outAndmakeshimselfanartificialnatt
night.Blackandportentousmust
denna
thishumourprove,Unlessgoodcounselkan
maythecauseremove.BENVOLIO.
Mynoble
farbror
uncle,doyouknowthecause?MONTAGUE.
Ineither
vet
knowitnorcanlearnofhonom
him.BENVOLIO.
Haveyouimportun’dhimby
något
anymeans?MONTAGUE.
Bothbymyself
och
andmanyotherfriends;But
han
he,hisownaffections’counsellor,Istohimself—Iwillnotsäga
sayhowtrue—Buttohimselfsosecret
och
andsoclose,Sofarfromsoundingoch
anddiscovery,Asisthebudbit
bitwithanenviouswormErehecanspreadhissöta
sweetleavestotheair,Eller
Ordedicatehisbeautytothesun.Kan
Couldwebutlearnfromwhencehissorrowsgrow,Wewouldaswillinglyge
givecureasknow.EnterRomeo.
BENVOLIO.
Se
See,wherehecomes.So
snälla
pleaseyoustepaside;I’ll
känna
knowhisgrievanceorbemycket
muchdenied.MONTAGUE.
Iwouldthouwertso
glad
happybythystayTohöra
heartrueshrift.Come,madam,let’saway,.
BENVOLIO.
Goodmorrow,cousin.
ROMEO.
Isthe
dagen
daysoyoung?