THEPROLOGUE
EnterChorus.
CHORUS.
Två
Twohouseholds,bothalikeinvärdighet
dignity,InfairVerona,wherewelayourscen
scene,Fromancientgrudgebreaktonytt
newmutiny,Wherecivilbloodgör
makescivilhandsunclean.Fromforththefatalloinsof
dessa
thesetwofoesApairofstar-cross’dloverstar
taketheirlife;Whosemisadventur’dpiteous
störtar
overthrowsDothwiththeirdeathbegrava
burytheirparents’strife.Thefearfulpassageoftheirdeath-mark’d
kärlek
love,Andthecontinuanceoftheirparents’raseri
rage,Which,buttheirchildren’sslut
end,noughtcouldremove,Isnu
nowthetwohours’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’lldra
draw.GREGORY.
Ay,whileyou
lever
live,drawyourneckouto’thecollar.SAMPSON.
Istrike
snabbt
quickly,beingmoved.GREGORY.
Butthouartnot
snabbt
quicklymovedtostrike.SAMPSON.
En
AdogofthehouseofMontaguemovesmig
me.GREGORY.
Tomoveisto
röra
stir;andtobevaliantisto
stå
stand:therefore,ifthouartmoved,thourunn’st
iväg
away.SAMPSON.
Adogofthat
huset
houseshallmovemetostå
stand.Iwilltakethe
muren
wallofanymanormaidofMontague’s.GREGORY.
That
visar
showstheeaweakslave,fortheweakestgår
goestothewall.SAMPSON.
Sant
True,andthereforewomen,beingtheweakervessels,areeverthrusttotheväggen
wall:thereforeIwillpushMontague’smenfromthe
muren
wall,andthrusthismaidstothemuren
wall.GREGORY.
Thequarrelis
mellan
betweenourmastersandustheirmen.SAMPSON.
’Tisallone,I
kommer
willshowmyselfatyrant:när
whenIhavefoughtwiththemenIkommer
willbecivilwiththemaids,Ikommer
willcutofftheirheads.GREGORY.
Theheadsofthemaids?
SAMPSON.
Ay,theheadsofthemaids,
eller
ortheirmaidenheads;takeitinwhat
bemärkelse
sensethouwilt.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.
Mynaked
vapen
weaponisout:quarrel,I
kommer
willbackthee.GREGORY.
How?
Vänder
Turnthybackandrun?SAMPSON.
Frukta
Fearmenot.GREGORY.
No,marry;
I
rädd
fearthee!SAMPSON.
Letus
ta
takethelawofoursides;låt
letthembegin.GREGORY.
I
kommer
willfrownasIpassby,och
andletthemtakeitastheylistar
list.SAMPSON.
Nay,asthey
vågar
dare.Iwillbitemy
tumme
thumbatthem,whichisskam
disgracetothemiftheybär
bearit.ABRAM.
Doyou
biter
biteyourthumbatus,sir
sir?SAMPSON.
Idobitemy
tummen
thumb,sir.ABRAM.
Doyou
biter
biteyourthumbatus,sir
sir?SAMPSON.
Isthelawofour
sida
sideifIsayay?GREGORY.
No.
SAMPSON.
No
sir
sir,Idonotbitemytumme
thumbatyou,sir;butI
biter
bitemythumb,sir.GREGORY.
Doyouquarrel,
sir
sir?ABRAM.
Quarrel,sir?
No,
sir
sir.SAMPSON.
Butifyou
gör
do,sir,Iamforyou.I
tjänar
serveasgoodamanasyou.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,Orlyckas
manageittopartthesemenmed
withme.TYBALT.
What,drawn,
och
andtalkofpeace?I
hatar
hatethewordAsIhatar
hatehell,allMontagues,andthee:Ha
Haveatthee,coward.Enter
tre
threeorfourCitizenswithclubs.Första
FIRSTCITIZEN.Clubs,billsandpartisans!
Strejk
Strike!Beatthemdown!
Down
med
withtheCapulets!DownwiththeMontagues!
EnterCapuletinhis
klänning
gown,andLadyCapulet.CAPULET.
Whatnoiseis
här
this?Givememylong
svärd
sword,ho!LADYCAPULET.
A
krycka
crutch,acrutch!Whycallyoufor
ett
asword?CAPULET.
Mysword,I
säger
say!OldMontagueiscome,
Och
Andflourisheshisbladeintrots
spiteofme.EnterMontague
och
andhisLadyMontague.MONTAGUE.
Thou
skurk
villainCapulet!Holdmenot,letmego.
Lady
LADYMONTAGUE.Thoushaltnot
röra
stironefoottoseekafiende
foe.EnterPrinceEscalus,withAttendants.
PRINCE.
Rebellioussubjects,enemiesto
freden
peace,Profanersofthisneighbour-stainedstål
steel,—Willtheynothear?
Vad
What,ho!Youmen,youbeasts,
Som
Thatquenchthefireofyourperniciousraseri
rageWithpurplefountainsissuingfromyourveins,Onsmärta
painoftorture,fromthoseblodiga
bloodyhandsThrowyourmistemper’dweaponstothemarken
groundAndhearthesentenceofyourmovedprins
prince.Threecivilbrawls,bredof
ett
anairyword,Bythee,oldCapulet,och
andMontague,Havethricedisturb’dthequietofourstreets,Och
AndmadeVerona’sancientcitizensKastade
Castbytheirgravebeseemingornaments,Towieldoldpartisans,inhandsasold,Canker’dmed
withpeace,topartyourcanker’dhat
hate.Ifeveryoudisturbourstreets
igen
again,Yourlivesshallpaytheforfeitofthefreden
peace.Forthistimeall
den
therestdepartaway:You,Capulet,shall
gå
goalongwithme,AndMontague,kom
comeyouthisafternoon,Toveta
knowourfartherpleasureindetta
thiscase,TooldFree-town,ourgemensamma
commonjudgement-place.Oncemore,onpainofdeath,
alla
allmendepart.[ExeuntPrinceandAttendants;
MONTAGUE.
Vem
Whosetthisancientquarrelny
newabroach?Speak,nephew,wereyouby
när
whenitbegan?BENVOLIO.
Hereweretheservantsofyour
motståndare
adversaryAndyours,closefightingereIdidapproach.I
drog
drewtopartthem,intheinstantkom
cameThefieryTybalt,withhissvärd
swordprepar’d,Which,ashebreath’ddefiancetomyears,Hesvängde
swungabouthishead,andskära
cutthewinds,Whonothingskada
hurtwithal,hiss’dhiminförakt
scorn.Whilewewereinterchangingthrusts
och
andblowsCamemoreandfler
more,andfoughtonpartoch
andpart,TillthePrincekom
came,whopartedeitherpart.Lady
LADYMONTAGUE.OwhereisRomeo,
såg
sawyouhimtoday?Right
glad
gladIamhewasnotathär
thisfray.BENVOLIO.
Madam,an
timme
hourbeforetheworshipp’dsunPeer’dforththegyllene
goldenwindowoftheeast,Atroubledsinne
minddravemetowalkabroad,Där
WhereunderneaththegroveofsycamoreThatwestwardrootethfromdenna
thiscityside,SoearlywalkingdidIsåg
seeyourson.TowardshimI
gjorde
made,buthewaswareofmig
me,Andstoleintothecovertofthewood.Jag
I,measuringhisaffectionsbymyown,Whichthenmostsökt
soughtwheremostmightnotbefound,Beingen
onetoomanybymytrötta
wearyself,Pursu’dmyhumour,notpursuinghans
his,Andgladlyshunn’dwhogärna
gladlyfledfromme.MONTAGUE.
Många
Manyamorninghathhedär
therebeenseen,Withtearsaugmentingden
thefreshmorning’sdew,Addingtocloudsfler
morecloudswithhisdeepsighs;Men
Butallsosoonastheall-cheeringsolen
sunShouldinthefarthesteastbörja
begintodrawTheshadycurtainsfromAurora’ssäng
bed,Awayfromlightstealshem
homemyheavyson,Andprivat
privateinhischamberpenshimself,Stänger
Shutsuphiswindows,locksfairdagsljus
daylightoutAndmakeshimselfen
anartificialnight.Blackandportentous
måste
mustthishumourprove,Unlessbra
goodcounselmaythecauseavlägsna
remove.BENVOLIO.
Mynobleuncle,doyou
vet
knowthecause?MONTAGUE.
Ineither
vet
knowitnorcanlearnofhonom
him.BENVOLIO.
Haveyouimportun’dhimby
något
anymeans?MONTAGUE.
Bothbymyself
och
andmanyotherfriends;But
han
he,hisownaffections’counsellor,Istohimself—Iwillnotsäga
sayhowtrue—Buttohimselfso
hemlig
secretandsoclose,Solångt
farfromsoundinganddiscovery,Asisthebudbit
bitwithanenviouswormErehecansprida
spreadhissweetleavestotheair,Eller
Ordedicatehisbeautytothesolen
sun.Couldwebutlearnfromwhencehissorrowsväxer
grow,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,
kusin
cousin.ROMEO.
Isthedayso
ung
young?