羅密歐與朱麗葉英文電影摘抄

1. 羅密歐與朱麗葉故事英文簡介.

1、英文

Romeo and Juliet fell in love at first sight at a party to celebrate Juliet's finding the right man. But their respective families are deadly enemies, often clashes break out.

Romeo sneaked into Juliet's backyard and they told each other about their love. Knowing that family discord was their obstacle, they secretly married with the help of their priest.

Juliet's cousin Tiebert was a violent man. He wanted to fight Romeo, but Romeo only wanted to live in peace.

Romeo's friend Meguxiu wanted to kill Tiebert, but he was killed first by Tiebert. Romeo killed Tiebert in anger.

Romeo was deported and Juliet wanted to marry another man. The priest planned to make Juliet die, but Romeo, who had not received the letter, believed it and drank the poison when Juliet woke up.

2、中文

羅密歐與朱麗葉在一個派對上一見鍾情了，這個派對是為了慶祝朱麗葉找到了如意郎君。可是他們各自所在的家族是死對頭，常常爆發沖突。

羅密歐潛入了朱麗葉家的後院，兩人互訴愛意，由於知道家族之間的不和是他們的障礙，所以他們在神父的幫助下秘密完婚。

朱麗葉的表兄提伯爾特是個暴躁的人，他要跟羅密歐決斗可是羅密歐只想和平相處，羅密歐好友墨古修想殺死提伯爾特，卻先被提伯爾特殺死，羅密歐憤怒之下也把提伯爾特殺了。

羅密歐被驅逐出境，朱麗葉要另嫁他門。神父策劃讓朱麗葉假死，可是沒有收到信件的羅密歐信以為真，在朱麗葉醒來之際，喝下了毒葯。

(1)羅密歐與朱麗葉英文電影摘抄擴展閱讀：

創作背景：

莎士比亞生活的時代，義大利和歐洲的許多國家正相繼開展一場思想文化運動，即文藝復興運動。

這期間是歐洲封建社會逐漸解體，資本主義生產方式在封建社會母體內孕育的時期，人文主義是文藝復業時，資產階級反封建斗爭的思想武器，也是這一時期資產階級進步文學的中心思想。其主要內容：

第一，用人性反對神權；

第二，用個性解放反對禁慾主義；

第三，用理性反對蒙昧主義。

其中個性解放是針對封建社會宣揚的禁慾主義，要求勞動人民克制慾望、放棄斗爭、放棄現世的幸福而提出的，它肯定現世生活，認為現世幸福高於一切，人生的目的就是追求個人自由和個人幸福。

莎士比亞的早期作品主要是宣揚這種人文主義思想，《羅密歐與朱麗葉》就是在這一背景下產生的一部具有反封建意識的愛情悲劇。

2. 急求英語作文5句話 簡介 羅密歐與朱麗葉 描述大概的故事情節

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romeo and juliet,synopsis
A Chorus introces two feuding families of Verona,the Capulets and the Montagues.On a hot summer's day,fighting by the young men of each faction is stopped by the Prince who threatens the law.Capulet plans a feast to introce his daughter,Juliet,who is almost fourteen,to the Count Paris who seeks to marry her.By a mistake of the illiterate servant Peter,Montague's son Romeo,and his friends Benvolio and the Prince's cousin Mercutio,hear of the party and resolve to go in carnival disguise.Romeo hopes he will see his adored Rosaline; instead he meets and falls instantly in love with Juliet.
The Montagues are recognised by Juliet's cousin Tybalt and are forced to leave the party just as Romeo and Juliet have each discovered the others identity.Romeo lingers near the Capulet's house and talks with Juliet when she appears on her balcony.With the help of Juliet's Nurse,the lovers arrange to meet next day at the cell of Friar Lawrence when Juliet goes for confession,and there they are married.
Tybalt picks a quarrel with Mercutio and his friends and Mercutio is accidentally killed as Romeo intervenes to try to break up the fight.In anger Romeo pursues Tybalt,kills him and is banished by the Prince for the deed.Juliet is anxious that Romeo is late meeting her and learns of the fighting from her Nurse.With Friar Lawrence's help it is arranged that Romeo will spend the night with Juliet before taking refuge at Mantua.
To calm the family's sorrow at Tybalt's death the day for the marriage of Juliet to Paris is brought forward.
Capulet and his wife are angry that Juliet does not wish to be Paris's bride,not knowing of her secret contract with Romeo.Friar Lawrence helps Juliet by providing a sleeping draught,and when the wedding party arrives to greet Juliet the next day they believe she is dead.The Friar sends a colleague to warn Romeo to come to the Capulet's family monument to rescue his sleeping wife.
The message miscarries and Romeo,hearing instead that Juliet is dead,buys poison in Mantua.He returns to Verona and goes to the tomb where he surprises and kills the mourning Paris.Romeo takes his poison and dies just as Juliet awakes from her drugged sleep.She learns what has happened from Friar Lawrence but she refuses to leave the tomb and stabs herself as the Friar returns with the Prince,the Capulets and Romeo』s lately widowed father.The deaths of their children lead the families to make peace,promising to erect a monument in their memory.

3. 求《羅密歐與朱麗葉》里羅密歐對朱麗葉表白的那段經典對白英文原版

Romeo;
Oh,
will
you
leave
so
unsatisfied?
羅密歐
啊！你就這樣離我而去，不給我一點滿足嗎？
Juliet:
What
satisfaction
can
you
have
tonight?
朱麗葉
你今夜還要什麼滿足呢？
Romeo:
The
exchange
of
your
love's
faithful
vow
(voto
fedele)
for
mine.
羅密歐
你還沒有把你的愛情的忠實的盟誓跟我交換。
Juliet:
I
gave
you
mine
before
you
asked
for
it.
And
I
wish
it
were
mine
again.
朱麗葉
在你沒有要求以前，我已經把我的愛給了你了；可是我倒願意重新給你。
Romeo:
Would
you
take
it
away?
For
what
purpose,
love?
羅密歐
你要把它收回去嗎？

4. 羅密歐與朱麗葉英文版最後一幕的台詞

第一場曼多亞。街道
羅密歐上。
羅密歐 要是夢寐中的幻景果然可以代表真實，那麼我的夢預兆著將有好消息到來；我覺得心君寧恬，整日里有一種向所沒有的精神，用快樂的思想把我從地面上飄揚起來。我夢見我的愛人來看見我死了——奇怪的夢，一個死人也會思想！——她吻著我，把生命吐進了我的嘴唇里，於是我復活了，並且成為一個君王。唉！僅僅是愛的影子，已經給人這樣豐富的歡樂，要是能佔有愛的本身，那該有多麼甜蜜！
鮑爾薩澤上。
羅密歐 從維洛那來的消息！啊，鮑爾薩澤！不是神父叫你帶信來給我嗎？我的愛人怎樣？我父親好嗎？我再問你一遍，我的朱麗葉安好嗎？因為只要她安好，一定什麼都是好好的。
鮑爾薩澤 那麼她是安好的，什麼都是好好的；她的身體長眠在凱普萊特家的墳塋里，她的不死的靈魂和天使們在一起。我看見她下葬在她親族的墓穴里，所以立刻飛馬前來告訴您。啊，少爺！恕我帶了這惡消息來，因為這是您吩咐我做的事。
羅密歐 有這樣的事！命運，我咒詛你！——你知道我的住處；給我買些紙筆，雇下兩匹快馬，我今天晚上就要動身。
鮑爾薩澤 少爺，請您寬心一下；您的臉色慘白而倉皇，恐怕是不吉之兆。
羅密歐 胡說，你看錯了。快去，把我叫你做的事趕快辦好。神父沒有叫你帶信給我嗎？
鮑爾薩澤 沒有，我的好少爺。
羅密歐 算了，你去吧，把馬匹雇好了；我就來找你。（鮑爾薩澤下）好，朱麗葉，今晚我要睡在你的身旁。讓我想個辦法。啊，罪惡的念頭！你會多麼快鑽進一個絕望者的心裡！我想起了一個賣葯的人，他的鋪子就開設在附近，我曾經看見他穿著一身破爛的衣服，皺著眉頭在那兒揀葯草；他的形狀十分消瘦，貧苦把他熬煎得只剩一把骨頭；他的寒傖的鋪子里掛著一隻烏龜，一頭剝制的鱷魚，還有幾張形狀醜陋的魚皮；他的架子上稀疏地散放著幾只空匣子、綠色的瓦罐、一些胞囊和發霉的種子、幾段包紮的麻繩，還有幾塊陳年的干玫瑰花，作為聊勝於無的點綴。看到這一種寒酸的樣子，我就對自己說，在曼多亞城裡，誰出賣了毒葯是會立刻處死的，可是倘有誰現在需要毒葯，這兒有一個可憐的奴才會賣給他。啊！不料我這一個思想，竟會預兆著我自己的需要，這個窮漢的毒葯卻要賣給我。我記得這里就是他的鋪子；今天是假日，所以這叫化子沒有開門。喂！賣葯的！
賣葯人上。
賣葯人 誰在高聲叫喊？
羅密歐 過來，朋友。我瞧你很窮，這兒是四十塊錢，請你給我一點能夠迅速致命的毒葯，厭倦於生命的人一服下去便會散入全身的血管，立刻停止呼吸而死去，就像火葯從炮膛里放射出去一樣快。
賣葯人 這種致命的毒葯我是有的；可是曼多亞的法律嚴禁發賣，出賣的人是要處死刑的。
羅密歐 難道你這樣窮苦，還怕死嗎？飢寒的痕跡刻在你的面頰上，貧乏和迫害在你的眼睛裡射出了餓火，輕蔑和卑賤重壓在你的背上；這世間不是你的朋友，這世間的法律也保護不到你，沒有人為你定下一條法律使你富有；那麼你何必苦耐著貧窮呢？違犯了法律，把這些錢收下吧。
賣葯人 我的貧窮答應了你，可是那是違反我的良心的。
羅密歐 我的錢是給你的貧窮，不是給你的良心的。
賣葯人 把這一服葯放在無論什麼飲料里喝下去，即使你有二十個人的氣力，也會立刻送命。
羅密歐 這兒是你的錢，那才是害人靈魂的更壞的毒葯，在這萬惡的世界上，它比你那些不準販賣的微賤的葯品更會殺人；你沒有把毒葯賣給我，是我把毒葯賣給你。再見；買些吃的東西，把你自己喂得胖一點。——來，你不是毒葯，你是替我解除痛苦的仙丹，我要帶著你到朱麗葉的墳上去，少不得要借重你一下哩。（各下。）
第二場維洛那。勞倫斯神父的寺院
約翰神父上。
約翰 喂！師兄在哪裡？
勞倫斯神父上。
勞倫斯 這是約翰師弟的聲音。歡迎你從曼多亞回來！羅密歐怎麼說？要是他的意思在信里寫明，那麼把他的信給我吧。
約翰 我臨走的時候，因為要找一個同門的師弟作我的同伴，他正在這城裡訪問病人，不料給本地巡邏的人看見了，疑心我們走進了一家染著瘟疫的人家，把門封鎖住了，不讓我們出來，所以耽誤了我的曼多亞之行。
勞倫斯 那麼誰把我的信送去給羅密歐了？
約翰 我沒有法子把它送出去，現在我又把它帶回來了；因為他們害怕瘟疫傳染，也沒有人願意把它送還給你。
勞倫斯 糟了！這封信不是等閑，性質十分重要，把它耽誤下來，也許會引起極大的災禍。約翰師弟，你快去給我找一柄鐵鋤，立刻帶到這兒來。
約翰 好師兄，我去給你拿來。（下。）
勞倫斯 現在我必須獨自到墓地里去；在這三小時之內，朱麗葉就會醒來，她因為羅密歐不曾知道這些事情，一定會責怪我。我現在要再寫一封信到曼多亞去，讓她留在我的寺院里，直等羅密歐到來。可憐的沒有死的屍體，幽閉在一座死人的墳墓里！（下。）
第三場同前。凱普萊特家墳塋所在的墓地
帕里斯及侍童攜鮮花火炬上。
帕里斯 孩子，把你的火把給我；走開，站在遠遠的地方；還是滅了吧，我不願給人看見。你到那邊的紫杉樹底下直躺下來，把你的耳朵貼著中空的地面，地下挖了許多墓穴，土是松的，要是有踉蹌的腳步走到墳地上來，你准聽得見；要是聽見有什麼聲息，便吹一個唿哨通知我。把那些花給我。照我的話做去，走吧。
侍童 （旁白）我簡直不敢獨自一個人站在這墓地上，可是我要硬著頭皮試一下。（退後。）
帕里斯 這些鮮花替你鋪蓋新床；
慘啊，一朵嬌紅永委沙塵！
我要用沉痛的熱淚淋浪，
和著香水澆溉你的芳墳；
夜夜到你墓前散花哀泣，
這一段相思啊永無消歇！（侍童吹口哨）
這孩子在警告我有人來了。哪一個該死的傢伙在這晚上到這兒來打擾我在愛人墓前的憑吊？什麼！還拿著火把來嗎？——讓我躲在一旁看看他的動靜。（退後。）
羅密歐及鮑爾薩澤持火炬鍬鋤等上。
羅密歐 把那鋤頭跟鐵鉗給我。且慢，拿著這封信；等天一亮，你就把它送給我的父親。把火把給我。聽好我的吩咐，無論你聽見什麼瞧見什麼，都只好遠遠地站著不許動，免得妨礙我的事情；要是動一動，我就要你的命。我所以要跑下這個墳墓里去，一部分的原因是要探望探望我的愛人，可是主要的理由卻是要從她的手指上取下一個寶貴的指環，因為我有一個很重要的用途。所以你趕快給我走開吧；要是你不相信我的話，膽敢回來窺伺我的行動，那麼，我可以對天發誓，我要把你的骨胳一節一節扯下來，讓這飢餓的墓地上散滿了你的肢體。我現在的心境非常狂野，比餓虎或是咆哮的怒海都要兇猛無情，你可不要惹我性起。
鮑爾薩澤 少爺，我走就是了，決不來打擾您。
羅密歐 這才像個朋友。這些錢你拿去，願你一生幸福。再會，好朋友。
鮑爾薩澤 （旁白）雖然這么說，我還是要躲在附近的地方看著他；他的臉色使我害怕，我不知道他究竟打算做出什麼事來。（退後。）
羅密歐 你無情的泥土，吞噬了世上最可愛的人兒，我要擘開你的饞吻，（將墓門掘開）索性讓你再吃一個飽！
帕里斯 這就是那個已經放逐出去的驕橫的蒙太古，他殺死了我愛人的表兄，據說她就是因為傷心他的慘死而夭亡的。現在這傢伙又要來盜屍發墓了，待我去抓住他。（上前）萬惡的蒙太古！停止你的罪惡的工作，難道你殺了他們還不夠，還要在死人身上發泄你的仇恨嗎？該死的凶徒，趕快束手就捕，跟我見官去！
羅密歐 我果然該死，所以才到這兒來。年輕人，不要激怒一個不顧死活的人，快快離開我走吧；想想這些死了的人，你也該膽寒了。年輕人，請你不要激動我的怒氣，使我再犯一次罪；啊，走吧！我可以對天發誓，我愛你遠過於愛我自己，因為我來此的目的，就是要跟自己作對。別留在這兒，走吧；好好留著你的活命，以後也可以對人家說，是一個瘋子發了慈悲，叫你逃走的。
帕里斯 我不聽你這種鬼話；你是一個罪犯，我要逮捕你。
羅密歐 你一定要激怒我嗎？那麼好，來，朋友！（二人格鬥。）
侍童 哎喲，主啊！他們打起來了，我去叫巡邏的人來！（下。）
帕里斯 （倒下）啊，我死了！——你倘有幾分仁慈，打開墓門來，把我放在朱麗葉的身旁吧！（死。）
羅密歐 好，我願意成全你的志願。讓我瞧瞧他的臉；啊，茂丘西奧的親戚，尊貴的帕里斯伯爵！當我們一路上騎馬而來的時候，我的僕人曾經對我說過幾句話，那時我因為心緒煩亂，沒有聽得進去；他說些什麼？好像他告訴我說帕里斯本來預備娶朱麗葉為妻；他不是這樣說嗎？還是我做過這樣的夢？或者還是我神經錯亂，聽見他說起朱麗葉的名字，所以發生了這一種幻想？啊！把你的手給我，你我都是登錄在惡運的黑冊上的人，我要把你葬在一個勝利的墳墓里；一個墳墓嗎？啊，不！被殺害的少年，這是一個燈塔，因為朱麗葉睡在這里，她的美貌使這一個墓窟變成一座充滿著光明的歡宴的華堂。死了的人，躺在那兒吧，一個死了的人把你安葬了。（將帕里斯放下墓中）人們臨死的時候，往往反會覺得心中愉快，旁觀的人便說這是死前的一陣迴光返照；啊！這也就是我的迴光返照嗎？啊，我的愛人！我的妻子！死雖然已經吸去了你呼吸中的芳蜜，卻還沒有力量摧殘你的美貌；你還沒有被他征服，你的嘴唇上、面龐上，依然顯著紅潤的美艷，不曾讓灰白的死亡進占。提伯爾特，你也裹著你的血淋淋的殮衾躺在那兒嗎？啊！你的青春葬送在你仇人的手裡，現在我來替你報仇來了，我要親手殺死那殺害你的人。原諒我吧，兄弟！啊！親愛的朱麗葉，你為什麼仍然這樣美麗？難道那虛無的死亡，那枯瘦可憎的妖魔，也是個多情種子，所以把你藏匿在這幽暗的洞府里做他的情婦嗎？為了防止這樣的事情，我要永遠陪伴著你，再不離開這漫漫長夜的幽宮；我要留在這兒，跟你的侍婢，那些蛆蟲們在一起；啊！我要在這兒永久安息下來，從我這厭倦人世的凡軀上掙脫惡運的束縛。眼睛，瞧你的最後一眼吧！手臂，作你最後一次的擁抱吧！嘴唇，啊！你呼吸的門戶，用一個合法的吻，跟網羅一切的死亡訂立一個永久的契約吧！來，苦味的向導，絕望的領港人，現在趕快把你的厭倦於風濤的船舶向那巉岩上沖撞過去吧！為了我的愛人，我幹了這一杯！（飲葯）啊！賣葯的人果然沒有騙我，葯性很快地發作了。我就這樣在這一吻中死去。（死。）

5. 羅密歐與朱麗葉現代版的電影英文台詞

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Romeo and Juliet

Romeo and Juliet

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Script of Act I Romeo and Juliet
The play by William Shakespeare

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PROLOGUE
Two 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-cross'd lovers take their life;
Whole misadventured piteous overthrows
Do with their death bury their parents' strife.
The fearful passage of their death-mark'd love,
And the continuance of their parents' rage,
Which, but their children's end, nought could remove,
Is now the two hours' traffic of our stage;
The which if you with patient ears attend,
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, we'll not carry coals.

GREGORY
No, for then we should be colliers.

SAMPSON
I mean, an we be in choler, we'll 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'st away.

SAMPSON
A dog of that house shall move me to stand: I will
take the wall of any man or maid of Montague's.

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
Montague's 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
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: and
'tis known I am a pretty piece of flesh.

GREGORY
'Tis well thou art not fish; if thou hadst, thou
hadst been poor 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 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 BALTHASAR

ABRAHAM
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
[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
Well, sir.

GREGORY
Say 'better:' here comes one of my master's kinsmen.

SAMPSON
Yes, better, sir.

ABRAHAM
You lie.

SAMPSON
Draw, if you be men. Gregory, remember thy swashing blow.

They fight

Enter BENVOLIO

BENVOLIO
Part, fools!
Put up your swords; you know not what you do.

Beats down their swords

Enter TYBALT

TYBALT
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 at thee, coward!

They fight

Enter, 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 CAPULET

CAPULET
What noise is this? Give 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 MONTAGUE

MONTAGUE
Thou villain Capulet,--Hold me not, let me go.

LADY MONTAGUE
Thou shalt not stir a foot to seek a foe.

Enter PRINCE, with Attendants

PRINCE
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 those bloody hands
Throw your mistemper'd 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 disturb'd the quiet of our streets,
And made Verona's ancient citizens
Cast by their grave beseeming ornaments,
To wield old partisans, in hands as old,
Canker'd with peace, to part your canker'd hate:
If ever you disturb our streets again,
Your lives 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,
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 BENVOLIO

MONTAGUE
Who set this ancient quarrel new abroach?
Speak, nephew, were you by when it began?

BENVOLIO
Here were the 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 hiss'd him in scorn:
While we were 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 worshipp'd sun
Peer'd forth the golden window of the east,
A troubled mind drave me to walk abroad;
Where, underneath the grove of sycamore
That westward rooteth from the city's 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 most are busied when they're most alone,
Pursued my humour not pursuing his,
And gladly shunn'd 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
Should in the furthest east begin to draw
The shady curtains from Aurora's 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 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--
But 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 ROMEO

BENVOLIO
See, where he comes: so please you, step aside;
I'll know his grievance, or be much denied.

MONTAGUE
I would thou wert so happy by thy stay,
To hear true shrift. Come, madam, let's away.

Exeunt MONTAGUE and LADY MONTAGUE

BENVOLIO
Good-morrow, cousin.

ROMEO
Is the day so young?

BENVOLIO
But new struck nine.

ROMEO
Ay me! sad hours seem long.
Was that my father that went hence so fast?

BENVOLIO
It was. What sadness lengthens Romeo's 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 gentle 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.
Here's much to do with hate, but more with love.
Why, then, 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 laugh?

BENVOLIO
No, coz, I rather weep.

ROMEO
Good heart, at what?

BENVOLIO
At thy good heart's oppression.

ROMEO
Why, such is love's transgression.
Griefs of mine own lie heavy in my breast,
Which thou wilt propagate, to have it prest
With more of thine: this love that thou hast shown
Doth add more grief to too much of mine own.
Love is a smoke raised with the fume of sighs;
Being purged, a fire sparkling in lovers' eyes;
Being vex'd a sea nourish'd 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 me so, you do me wrong.

ROMEO
Tut, I have lost myself; I am not here;
This is not Romeo, he's 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 ill urged to one that is so ill!
In sadness, cousin, I do love a woman.

BENVOLIO
I aim'd so near, when I supposed you loved.

ROMEO
A right good mark-man! And she's fair I love.

BENVOLIO
A right fair mark, fair coz, is soonest hit.

ROMEO
Well, in that hit you miss: she'll not be hit
With Cupid's arrow; she hath Dian's wit;
And, in strong proof of chastity well arm'd,
From love's weak childish bow she lives unharm'd.
She will not stay the siege of loving terms,
Nor bide the encounter of assailing eyes,
Nor ope her lap to saint-secing gold:
O, she is rich in beauty, only poor,
That when she dies with beauty dies her 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 severity
Cuts 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 in that vow
Do 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 way
To call hers exquisite, in question more:
These happy masks that kiss fair ladies' brows
Being black put us in mind they hide the fair;
He that is strucken blind cannot forget
The precious treasure of his eyesight lost:
Show me a mistress that is passing fair,
What doth her beauty serve, but as a note
Where I may read who pass'd that passing fair?
Farewell: thou canst not teach me to forget.

BENVOLIO
I'll pay that doctrine, or else die in debt.

Exeunt

SCENE 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 pity 'tis you lived at odds so long.
But now, my lord, what say you to my suit?

CAPULET
But saying o'er 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
Younger than she are happy mothers made.

CAPULET
And too soon marr'd are those so early made.
The earth hath swallow'd 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 choice
Lies my consent and fair according voice.
This night I hold an old accustom'd 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 night
Earth-treading stars that make dark heaven light:
Such comfort as do lusty young men feel
When well-apparell'd April on the heel
Of limping winter treads, even such delight
Among 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 one
May stand in number, though in reckoning none,
Come, go with me.

To Servant, giving a paper

Go, sirrah, trudge about
Through fair Verona; find those persons out
Whose names are written there, and to them say,
My house and welcome on their pleasure stay.

Exeunt CAPULET and PARIS

Servant
Find them out whose names are written here! It is
written, that the shoemaker should meddle with his
yard, and the tailor with his last, the fisher with
his pencil, and the painter with his nets; but I am
sent to find those persons whose names are here
writ, and can never find what names the writing
person hath here writ. I must to the learned.--In good time.

Enter BENVOLIO and ROMEO

BENVOLIO
Tut, man, one fire burns out another's burning,
One pain is lessen'd by another's anguish;
Turn giddy, and be holp by backward turning;
One desperate grief cures with another's languish:
Take thou some new infection to thy eye,
And the rank poison of the old will die.

ROMEO
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,
Whipp'd and tormented and--God-den, good fellow.

Servant
God gi' god-den. I pray, sir, can you read?

ROMEO
Ay, mine own fortune in my misery.

Servant
Perhaps you have learned it without book: but, I
pray, 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.

Reads

'Signior Martino and his wife and daughters;
County Anselme and his beauteous sisters; the lady
widow of Vitravio; Signior Placentio and his lovely
nieces; Mercutio and his brother Valentine; mine
uncle Capulet, his wife and daughters; my fair niece
Rosaline; Livia; Signior Valentio and his cousin
Tybalt, Lucio and the lively Helena.' A fair
assembly: whither should they come?

Servant
Up.

ROMEO
Whither?

Servant
To supper; to our house.

ROMEO
Whose house?

Servant
My master's.

ROMEO
Indeed, I should have ask'd you that before.

Servant
Now I'll tell you without asking: my master is the
great rich Capulet; and if you be not of the house
of Montagues, I pray, come and crush a cup of wine.
Rest you merry!

Exit

BENVOLIO
At this same ancient feast of Capulet's
Sups the fair Rosaline whom thou so lovest,
With all the admired beauties of Verona:
Go thither; and, with unattainted eye,
Compare her face with some that I shall show,
And I will make thee think thy swan a crow.

ROMEO
When the devout religion of mine eye
Maintains such falsehood, then turn tears to fires;
And these, who often drown'd could never die,
Transparent heretics, be burnt for liars!
One fairer than my love! the all-seeing sun
Ne'er saw her match since first the world begun.

BENVOLIO
Tut, you saw her fair, none else being by,
Herself poised with herself in either eye:
But in that crystal scales let there be weigh'd
Your lady's love against some other maid
That I will show you shining at this feast,
And she shall scant show well that now shows best.

ROMEO
I'll go along, no such sight to be shown,
But to rejoice in splendor of mine own.

Exeunt

SCENE III. A room in Capulet's house.

Enter LADY CAPULET and Nurse
LADY CAPULET
Nurse, where's my daughter? call her forth to me.

Nurse
Now, by my maidenhead, at twelve year old,
I bade her come. What, lamb! what, ladybird!
God forbid! Where's this girl? What, Juliet!

Enter JULIET

JULIET
How now! who calls?

Nurse
Your mother.

JULIET
Madam, I am here.
What is your will?

LADY CAPULET
This is the matter:--Nurse, give leave awhile,
We must talk in secret:--nurse, come back again;
I have remember'd me, thou's hear our counsel.
Thou know'st my daughter's of a pretty age.

Nurse
Faith, I can tell her age unto an hour.

LADY CAPULET
She's not fourteen.

Nurse
I'll lay fourteen of my teeth,--
And yet, to my teeth be it spoken, I have but four--
She is not fourteen. How long is it now
To Lammas-tide?

LADY CAPULET
A fortnight and odd days.

Nurse
Even or odd, of all days in the year,
Come Lammas-eve at night shall she be fourteen.
Susan and she--God rest all Christian souls!--
Were of an age: well, Susan is with God;
She was too good for me: but, as I said,
On Lammas-eve at night shall she be fourteen;
That shall she, marry; I remember it well.
'Tis since the earthquake now eleven years;
And she was wean'd,--I never shall forget it,--
Of all the days of the year, upon that day:
For I had then laid wormwood to my g,
Sitting in the sun under the dove-house wall;
My lord and you were then at Mantua:--
Nay, I do bear a brain:--but, as I said,
When it did taste the wormwood on the nipple
Of my g and felt it bitter, pretty fool,
To see it tetchy and fall out with the g!
Shake quoth the dove-house: 'twas no need, I trow,
To bid me trudge:
And since that time it is eleven years;
For then she could stand alone; nay, by the rood,
She could have run and waddled all about;
For even the day before, she broke her brow:
And then my husband--God be with his soul!
A' was a merry man--took up the child:
'Yea,' quoth he, 'dost thou fall upon thy face?
Thou wilt fall backward when thou hast more wit;
Wilt thou not, Jule?' and, by my holidame,
The pretty wretch left crying and said 'Ay.'
To see, now, how a jest shall come about!
I war