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1、Romeo and Juliet ACT IPROLOGUETwo households, both alike in dignity, In fair Verona, where we lay our scene, From ancient grudge break to new mutiny, Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean. From forth the fatal loins of these two foes. A pair of star-crossd lovers take their life; Whole misadve
2、ntured piteous overthrows. Do with their death bury their parents strife. The fearful passage of their death-markd love, And the continuance of their parents rage,Which, but their childrens end, nought could remove, Is now the two hours traffic of our stage; The which if you with patient ears attend
3、, What here shall miss, our toil shall strive to mend.SCENE I. Verona. A public place.Enter SAMPSON and GREGORY, of the house of Capulet, armed with swords and bucklers SAMPSON-Gregory, o my word, well not carry coals.GREGORY-No, for then we should be colliers.SAMPSON-I mean, an we be in choler, wel
4、l draw.GREGORY-Ay, while you live, draw your neck out o the collar.SAMPSON-I strike quickly, being moved.GREGORY-But thou art not quickly moved to strike.SAMPSON-A dog of the house of Montague moves me.GREGORY-To move is to stir; and to be valiant is to stand: therefore, if thou art moved, thou runn
5、st away.SAMPSON- A dog of that house shall move me to stand: I will take the wall of any man or maid of Montagues.GREGORY- That shows thee a weak slave; for the weakest goes to the wall.SAMPSON-True; and therefore women, being the weaker vessels, are ever thrust to the wall: therefore I will push Mo
6、ntagues men from the wall, and thrust his maids to the wall.GREGORY- The quarrel is between our masters and us their men.SAMPSON- Tis all one, I will show myself a tyrant: when I have fought with the men, I will be cruel with the maids, and cut off their heads.GREGORY- The heads of the maids?SAMPSON
7、- Ay, the heads of the maids, or their maidenheads; take it in what sense thou wilt.GREGORY- They must take it in sense that feel it.SAMPSON- Me they shall feel while I am able to stand: andtis known I am a pretty piece of flesh.GREGORY- Tis well thou art not fish; if thou hadst, thou hadst been poo
8、r John. Draw thy tool! Here comes two of the house of the Montagues.SAMPSON- My naked weapon is out: quarrel, I will back thee.GREGORY- How! Turn thy back and run?SAMPSON- Fear me not.GREGORY- No, marry; I fear thee!SAMPSON- Let us take the law of our sides; let them begin.GREGORY- I will frown as I
9、 pass by, and let them take it as they list.SAMPSON- Nay, as they dare. I will bite my thumb at them; which is a disgrace to them, if they bear it.Enter ABRAHAM and BALTHASARABRAHAM- Do you bite your thumb at us, sir?SAMPSON- I do bite my thumb, sir.ABRAHAM- Do you bite your thumb at us, sir?SAMPSON
10、- Aside to GREGORY Is the law of our side, if I say ay?GREGORY- No.SAMPSON- No, sir, I do not bite my thumb at you, sir, but I bite my thumb, sir.GREGORY- Do you quarrel, sir?ABRAHAM- Quarrel sir! No, sir.SAMPSON- If you do, sir, I am for you: I serve as good a man as you.ABRAHAM- No better.SAMPSON-
11、 Well, sir.GREGORY- Say better: here comes one of my masters kinsmen.SAMPSON- Yes, better, sir.ABRAHAM- You lie.SAMPSON- Draw, if you be men. Gregory, remember thy swashing blow.They fightEnter BENVOLIOBENVOLIO- Part, fools! Put up your swords; you know not what you do. Beats down their swords Enter
12、 TYBALTTYBALT- What, art thou drawn among these heartless hinds?Turn thee, Benvolio, look upon thy death.BENVOLIO- I do but keep the peace: put up thy sword, Or manage it to part these men with me.TYBALT- What, drawn, and talk of peace! I hate the word, As I hate hell, all Montagues, and thee: Have
13、at thee, coward!They fightEnter, several of both houses, who join the fray; then enter Citizens, with clubs .First Citizen Clubs, bills, and partisans! strike! beat them down! Down with the Capulets! down with the Montagues!Enter CAPULET in his gown, and LADY CAPULETCAPULET- What noise is this? Give
14、 me my long sword, ho!LADY CAPULET- A crutch, a crutch! why call you for a sword?CAPULET- My sword, I say! Old Montague is come, And flourishes his blade in spite of me.Enter MONTAGUE and LADY MONTAGUEMONTAGUE- Thou villain Capulet,-Hold me not, let me go.LADY MONTAGUE- Thou shalt not stir a foot to
15、 seek a foe.Enter PRINCE, with AttendantsPRINCE- Rebellious subjects, enemies to peace, Profaners of this neighbour-stained steel,-Will they not hear? What, ho! you men, you beasts, That quench the fire of your pernicious rage .With purple fountains issuing from your veins, On pain of torture, from
16、those bloody hands. Throw your mistemperd weapons to the ground, And hear the sentence of your moved prince. Three civil brawls, bred of an airy word, By thee, old Capulet, and Montague, Have thrice disturbd the quiet of our streets, And made Veronas ancient citizens。Cast by their grave beseeming or
17、naments, To wield old partisans, in hands as old, Cankerd with peace, to part your cankerd hate: If ever you disturb our streets again, Your lies shall pay the forfeit of the peace. For this time, all the rest depart away: You Capulet; shall go along with me: And, Montague, come you this afternoon,
18、To know our further pleasure in this case, To old Free-town, our common judgment-place. Once more, on pain of death, all men depart.Exeunt all but MONTAGUE, LADY MONTAGUE, and BENVOLIOMONTAGUE- Who set this ancient quarrel new abroach? Speak, nephew, were you by when it began?BENVOLIO Here were the
19、servants of your adversary, And yours, close fighting ere I did approach: I drew to part them: in the instant came The fiery Tybalt, with his sword prepared, Which, as he breathed defiance to my ears, He swung about his head and cut the winds, Who nothing hurt withal hissd him in scorn: While we wer
20、e interchanging thrusts and blows, Came more and more and fought on part and part, Till the prince came, who parted either part.LADY MONTAGUE O, where is Romeo? saw you him to-day? Right glad I am he was not at this fray.BENVOLIO Madam, an hour before the worshippd sunPeerd forth the golden window o
21、f the east,A troubled mind drave me to walk abroad； Where, underneath the grove of sycamore That westward rooteth from the citys side, So early walking did I see your son: Towards him I made, but he was ware of me And stole into the covert of the wood: I, measuring his affections by my own, That mos
22、t are busied when theyre most alone, Pursued my humour not pursuing his, And gladly shunnd who gladly fled from me.MONTAGUE Many a morning hath he there been seen, With tears augmenting the fresh morning dew. Adding to clouds more clouds with his deep sighs; But all so soon as the all-cheering sun S
23、hould in the furthest east begin to draw The shady curtains from Auroras bed, Away from the light steals home my heavy son, And private in his chamber pens himself, Shuts up his windows, locks far daylight out And makes himself an artificial night: Black and portentous must this humour prove, Unless
24、 good counsel may the cause remove.BENVOLIO My noble uncle, do you know the cause?MONTAGUE I neither know it nor can learn of him.BENVOLIO Have you importuned him by any means?MONTAGUE Both by myself and many other friends:But he, his own affections counsellor,Is to himself-I will not say how true-B
25、ut to himself so secret and so close,So far from sounding and discovery,As is the bud bit with an envious worm,Ere he can spread his sweet leaves to the air,Or dedicate his beauty to the sun.Could we but learn from whence his sorrows grow.We would as willingly give cure as know.Enter ROMEOBENVOLIO S
26、ee, where he comes: so please you, step aside;Ill know his grievance, or be much denied.MONTAGUE I would thou wert so happy by thy stay,To hear true shrift. Come, madam, lets away.Exeunt MONTAGUE and LADY MONTAGUEBENVOLIO Good-morrow, cousin.ROMEO Is the day so young?BENVOLIO But new struck nine.ROM
27、EO Ay me! sad hours seem long.Was that my father that went hence so fast?BENVOLIO It was. What sadness lengthens Romeos hours?ROMEO Not having that, which, having, makes them short.BENVOLIO In love?ROMEO Out-BENVOLIO Of love?ROMEO Out of her favour, where I am in love.BENVOLIO Alas, that love, so ge
28、ntle in his view,Should be so tyrannous and rough in proof!ROMEO Alas, that love, whose view is muffled still,Should, without eyes, see pathways to his will!Where shall we dine? O me! What fray was here?Yet tell me not, for I have heard it all.Heres much to do with hate, but more with love.Why, then
29、, O brawling love! O loving hate!O any thing, of nothing first create!O heavy lightness! serious vanity!Mis-shapen chaos of well-seeming forms!Feather of lead, bright smoke, cold fire, sick health!Still-waking sleep, that is not what it is!This love feel I, that feel no love in this.Dost thou not la
30、ugh?BENVOLIO No, coz, I rather weep.ROMEO Good heart, at what?BENVOLIO At thy good hearts oppression.ROMEO Why, such is loves transgression.Griefs of mine own lie heavy in my breast,Which thou wilt propagate, to have it prestWith more of thine: this love that thou hast shown Doth add more grief to t
31、oo much of mine own.Love is a smoke raised with the fume of sighs;Being purged, a fire sparkling in lovers eyes;Being vexd a sea nourishd with lovers tears:What is it else? a madness most discreet,A choking gall and a preserving sweet.Farewell, my coz.BENVOLIO Soft! I will go along;An if you leave m
32、e so, you do me wrong.ROMEO Tut, I have lost myself; I am not here;This is not Romeo, hes some other where.BENVOLIO Tell me in sadness, who is that you love.ROMEO What, shall I groan and tell thee?BENVOLIO Groan! why, no.But sadly tell me who.ROMEO Bid a sick man in sadness make his will:Ah, word il
33、l urged to one that is so ill!In sadness, cousin, I do love a woman.BENVOLIO I aimd so near, when I supposed you loved.ROMEO A right good mark-man! And shes fair I love.BENVOLIO A right fair mark, fair coz, is soonest hit.ROMEO Well, in that hit you miss: shell not be hitWith Cupids arrow; she hath
34、Dians wit;And, in strong proof of chastity well armd,From loves weak childish bow she lives unharmd.She will not stay the siege of loving terms,Nor bide the encounter of assailing eyes,Nor ope her lap to saint-seducing gold:O, she is rich in beauty, only poor,That when she dies with beauty dies her
35、store.BENVOLIO Then she hath sworn that she will still live chaste?ROMEO She hath, and in that sparing makes huge waste,For beauty starved with her severityCuts beauty off from all posterity.She is too fair, too wise, wisely too fair,To merit bliss by making me despair:She hath forsworn to love, and
36、 in that vowDo I live dead that live to tell it now.BENVOLIO Be ruled by me, forget to think of her.ROMEO O, teach me how I should forget to think.BENVOLIO By giving liberty unto thine eyes;Examine other beauties.ROMEO Tis the wayTo call hers exquisite, in question more:These happy masks that kiss f
37、air ladies browsBeing black put us in mind they hide the fair;He that is strucken blind cannot forgetThe precious treasure of his eyesight lost:Show me a mistress that is passing fair,What doth her beauty serve, but as a noteWhere I may read who passd that passing fair?Farewell: thou canst not teach
38、 me to forget.BENVOLIO Ill pay that doctrine, or else die in debt.ExeuntSCENE II. A street.Enter CAPULET, PARIS, and Servant CAPULET But Montague is bound as well as I,In penalty alike; and tis not hard, I think,For men so old as we to keep the peace.PARIS Of honourable reckoning are you both;And pi
39、ty tis you lived at odds so long.But now, my lord, what say you to my suit?CAPULET But saying oer what I have said before:My child is yet a stranger in the world;She hath not seen the change of fourteen years,Let two more summers wither in their pride,Ere we may think her ripe to be a bride.PARIS Yo
40、unger than she are happy mothers made.CAPULET And too soon marrd are those so early made.The earth hath swallowd all my hopes but she,She is the hopeful lady of my earth:But woo her, gentle Paris, get her heart,My will to her consent is but a part;An she agree, within her scope of choiceLies my cons
41、ent and fair according voice.This night I hold an old accustomd feast,Whereto I have invited many a guest,Such as I love; and you, among the store,One more, most welcome, makes my number more.At my poor house look to behold this nightEarth-treading stars that make dark heaven light:Such comfort as d
42、o lusty young men feelWhen well-apparelld April on the heelOf limping winter treads, even such delightAmong fresh female buds shall you this night Inherit at my house; hear all, all see,And like her most whose merit most shall be:Which on more view, of many mine being oneMay stand in number, though
43、in reckoning none,Come, go with me.To Servant, giving a paperGo, sirrah, trudge aboutThrough fair Verona; find those persons outWhose names are written there, and to them say,My house and welcome on their pleasure stay.Exeunt CAPULET and PARISServant Find them out whose names are written here! It is
44、written, that the shoemaker should meddle with hisyard, and the tailor with his last, the fisher withhis pencil, and the painter with his nets; but I amsent to find those persons whose names are herewrit, and can never find what names the writingperson hath here writ. I must to the learned.-In good
45、time.Enter BENVOLIO and ROMEOBENVOLIO Tut, man, one fire burns out anothers burning,One pain is lessend by anothers anguish;Turn giddy, and be holp by backward turning;One desperate grief cures with anothers languish:Take thou some new infection to thy eye,And the rank poison of the old will die.ROM
46、EO Your plaintain-leaf is excellent for that.BENVOLIO For what, I pray thee?ROMEO For your broken shin.BENVOLIO Why, Romeo, art thou mad?ROMEO Not mad, but bound more than a mad-man is;Shut up in prison, kept without my food,Whippd and tormented and-God-den, good fellow.Servant God gi god-den. I pra
47、y, sir, can you read?ROMEO Ay, mine own fortune in my misery.Servant Perhaps you have learned it without book: but, Ipray, can you read any thing you see?ROMEO Ay, if I know the letters and the language.Servant Ye say honestly: rest you merry!ROMEO Stay, fellow; I can read.ReadsSignior Martino and h
48、is wife and daughters;County Anselme and his beauteous sisters; the ladywidow of Vitravio; Signior Placentio and his lovelynieces; Mercutio and his brother Valentine; mineuncle Capulet, his wife and daughters; my fair nieceRosaline; Livia; Signior Valentio and his cousinTybalt, Lucio and the lively Helena. A fairassembly: whither should they come?Servant Up.ROMEO Whither?Servant