罗密欧与朱丽叶电影对白英文
㈠ 《罗密欧与朱丽叶》的经典对白(英文）
Romeo:My love! My wife!
Death, that hath sucked the honey of thy breath,
Hath had no power yet upon thy beauty.
Thou are not conquered.
Beauty's ensign yet
Is crimson in thy lips and in thy cheeks,
And death's pale flag is not advanced there.
Dear Juliet,
Why art thou yet so fair? Shall I believe
That unsubstantial Death is amorous,
Keeps thee here is dark to be his paramour?
Here. O, here will i set up my everlasting rest
And shake the yoke of inauspicious stars
From this world-wearied flesh.
Eyes, look your last!
Arms, thke your last embrace!
And,lips, O you
罗密欧：我的爱人!我的妻子：
死神虽然吸干了你甜蜜的气息，
却没有力量摧毁你的美丽。
你没有被征服，美丽的红旗仍然
轻拂着你的嘴唇和面颊，
死神的白旗还未插到那里。
亲爱的朱丽叶，
你为什么依然如此美丽?难道要我相信
无形的死神很多情，
把你藏在这暗洞里做他的情妇?
这儿，啊，我要在这儿永远安息
从我这厌恶人生的躯体上
挣脱厄运的奴役。
眼睛，最后再看一次：
手臂，最后拥抱一次吧!
嘴唇，啊!
㈡ 罗密欧与朱丽叶 英文 对白
ROMEO:
Lady,byyonderblessedmoonIvow,
-treetops--
JULIET:
O,swearnotbythemoon,th'inconstantmoon,
,
.
㈢ 罗密欧与朱丽叶 阳台的英文对白
The play begins with a 14-line prologue in the form of a Shakespearean sonnet. The chorus explains to the audience that the story concerns two noble families of Verona, the Capulets and the Montagues, that have feuded for generations. The chorus also tells how the tragic suicide of the lovers "[buries] their parents' strife," ending the conflict therefore it is foreboding.
Act I
Romeo and Juliet statue in Central Park in New York City.
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Romeo and Juliet statue in Central Park in New York City.
The action starts with a street-battle between the two families, started by their servants and put down by the Prince of Verona, Escalus. The Prince declares that the heads of the two families (known simply as "Montague" and "Capulet") will be held personally accountable (with their lives) for any further breach of the peace, and disperses the crowd.
Count Paris, a young nobleman, talks to Capulet about marrying his fourteen-year-old daughter, Juliet. Capulet demurs, citing the girl's tender age, and invites him to attract the attention of Juliet ring a ball that the family is to hold that night. Meanwhile Juliet's mother tries to persuade her young daughter to accept Paris' wooing ring their coming ball. Juliet is not inspired by the idea of marrying Paris — in fact, she admits to not really having considered marriage at all. But, being a tiful daughter, she accedes to her mother's wishes. This scene also introces Juliet's nurse, the comic relief of the play, who recounts a bawdy anecdote about Juliet at great length and with much repetition.
In the meantime, Montague and his wife fret to their nephew Benvolio about their son Romeo, who has long been moping for reasons unknown to them. Benvolio promises Montague that he will try to determine the cause. Benvolio queries Romeo and finds that his melancholy has its roots in his unrequited love for a girl named Rosaline (an unseen character). Romeo is infatuated but laments that she will not "ope her lap to saint-secing gold." Perhaps most frustrating to Romeo is the fact that Rosaline "will not be hit with Cupid's arrow/ She hath Diane's wit". In other words, it's not that she finds Romeo himself objectionable, but that she has foresworn to marry at all (she has vowed not to fall in love, and to die a virgin). Benvolio tries to snap Romeo's ruler, to no avail: despite the good-natured taunts of his fellows, including the witty nobleman Mercutio (who gives his well known Queen Mab speech), Romeo resolves to attend the masquerade at the Capulet house, relying on not being spotted in his costume, in the hopes of meeting up with Rosaline.
Romeo attends the ball as planned, but falls for Juliet as soon as he sees her and quickly forgets Rosaline. Juliet is instantly taken by Romeo, and the two youths proclaim their love for one another with their "love sonnet" in which Romeo compares himself to a pilgrim and Juliet to the saint which is the object of his pilgrimage.
Tybalt, Juliet's hot-blooded cousin, recognizes Romeo under his disguise and calls for his sword. Capulet, however, speaks kindly of Romeo and, having resolved that his family will not be first to violate the Prince's decree, sternly forbids Tybalt from confronting Romeo. Tybalt stalks off in a huff. Before the ball ends, the Nurse identifies Juliet for Romeo, and (separately) identifies Romeo for Juliet.
Act II
Emboldened, Romeo risks his life by remaining on the Capulet estate after the party breaks up, to catch another glimpse of Juliet at her room, and in the famous balcony scene, the two eloquently declare their love for each other. This scene contains arguably the most famous line of Romeo and Juliet, "Romeo, Romeo, wherefore art thou Romeo?" spoken by Juliet to the darkness ("wherefore" means "why" — Juliet is lamenting that Romeo is a Montague, and thus her enemy). The young lovers decide to marry without informing their parents, because they would obviously disallow it e to the planned union between Paris and Juliet.
Romeo and Juliet by Ford Madox Brown
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Romeo and Juliet by Ford Madox Brown
Juliet sends the nurse to find Romeo. Accompanied by one Peter, who carries her fan, the nurse exchanges some spicy insults with the bawdy Mercutio.
With the help of Juliet's Nurse and the Franciscan Friar Lawrence (Friar Laurence), the two are wedded the next day. The Friar performs the ceremony, hoping to bring the two families to peace with each other through their mutual union.
Act III
Events take a darker turn. Tybalt, still smarting from the incident at the Capulets' ball, had previously sent a letter to the Montagues challenging Romeo to a el. Meeting Romeo by happenstance, he attempts to provoke a fight. Romeo refuses to fight Tybalt because they are now kinsmen — although Tybalt doesn't know it, as he doesn't yet know that Romeo has married Juliet. Mercutio, who is also unaware of the marriage, is angered by Tybalt's insolence – and Romeo's seeming indifference – and takes up the challenge himself. In the ensuing swordplay, Romeo attempts to allay Mercutio's anger, momentarily placing his arm around him. By doing so, however, Romeo inadvertently pulls Mercutio into Tybalt's rapier, fatally wounding him. Mercutio dies, wishing "a plague a'both your houses," before he passes. Romeo, in his anger, pursues and slays Tybalt. Although under the Prince of Verona's proclamation Romeo (and Montague and Capulet, as well) would be subject to the death penalty, the Prince instead fines the head of each house, and reces Romeo's punishment to exile in recognition that Tybalt had killed Mercutio, who had not only been Romeo's friend but a kinsman of the Prince. Romeo flees to Mantua after attempting to see Juliet one last time.
Just after Romeo leaves Juliet's bedroom unseen, Capulet enters to tell the news to his daughter that he has arranged for her to marry Paris in three days' time, to console her perceived mourning for Tybalt, although it is in fact Romeo's exile that she mourns. Juliet is unwilling to enter this arranged marriage, telling her parents that she will not marry, and when she does, "it shall be Romeo, whom you know I hate." Capulet flies into a rage and threatens to disown her if she refuses the marriage.
Act IV
Juliet visits Friar Lawrence and tells him to either find a solution to her problem or she will commit suicide. Friar Lawrence, being a dabbler in herbal medicines and potions, gives Juliet a potion and a plan: the potion will put her into a death-like coma for "two and forty hours" (Act IV. Scene I); she is to take it before her marriage day, and when discovered apparently dead, she will be laid in the family crypt.Meanwhile, the Friar will send a messenger to inform Romeo, so that he can rejoin her when she awakes. The two can then leave for Mantua and live happily ever after. Juliet is at first suspicious of the potion, thinking the Friar may be trying to kill her, but eventually takes it and falls 'asleep'.
Act V
Romeo at Juliet's Deathbed, by Johann Heinrich Füssli
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Romeo at Juliet's Deathbed, by Johann Heinrich Füssli
The messenger of Friar Lawrence does not reach Romeo, e to a quarantine. Instead, Romeo learns of Juliet's supposed "death" from his manservant Balthasar. Grief-stricken, he buys strong poison from an Apocotheary, returns to Verona in secret, and goes to the crypt, determined to join Juliet in death. There he encounters Paris, who has also come to mourn privately for his lost love. Paris assumes that Romeo has come to defile the Capulets' crypt and challenges him to a el. Romeo kills Paris, and then drinks the poison after seeing Juliet one last time, exclaiming: " O true Apocotheary! Thy drugs are quick! Thus with a kiss I die."
At this point Juliet awakes and, seeing the dead, seeks answers. Friar Lawrence arrives, and tries to convince Juliet to come with him, but she refuses. He is frightened by a noise, and leaves Juliet alone in the crypt. The pain and shock of Romeo's death is too much for Juliet, and she stabs herself with his dagger. The two lovers lie dead together.
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The two feuding families (except Lady Montague, who had died of grief over her son's banishment) and the Prince converge upon the tomb and are horrified to find Romeo, Juliet, and Paris all lying dead. Friar Lawrence reveals the love and secret marriage of Romeo and Juliet. The families are reconciled by their children's deaths and agree to end their violent feud, as foretold by the prologue. The play ends with the Prince's elegiac lamentation:
A glooming peace this morning with it brings;
The sun for sorrow will not show his head.
Go hence, to have more talk of these sad things;
Some shall be pardon'd, and some punishèd;
For never was a story of more woe
Than this of Juliet and her Romeo.
㈣ 求《罗密欧与朱丽叶》里罗密欧对朱丽叶表白的那段经典对白英文原版
Romeo;
Oh,
will
you
leave
so
unsatisfied?
罗密欧
啊！你就这样离我而去，不给我一点满足吗？
Juliet:
What
satisfaction
can
you
have
tonight?
朱丽叶
你今夜还要什么满足呢？
Romeo:
The
exchange
of
your
love's
faithful
vow
(voto
fedele)
for
mine.
罗密欧
你还没有把你的爱情的忠实的盟誓跟我交换。
Juliet:
I
gave
you
mine
before
you
asked
for
it.
And
I
wish
it
were
mine
again.
朱丽叶
在你没有要求以前，我已经把我的爱给了你了；可是我倒愿意重新给你。
Romeo:
Would
you
take
it
away?
For
what
purpose,
love?
罗密欧
你要把它收回去吗？
㈤ 求罗密欧与朱丽叶最后对白的英文原版
这是罗密欧与朱丽叶原版剧本 第五幕 第三场
你要的台词是 109行 到 115 行
O, here
Will I set up my everlasting rest,我要在这儿永久安息下来，
And shake the yoke of inauspicious stars 挣脱噩运的束缚，
From this world-wearied flesh. Eyes, look your last!从这厌世的凡躯上。最后一眼
Arms, take your last embrace! and, lips, O you最后一抱，最后的呼吸
The doors of breath, seal with a righteous kiss 用最后无瑕的一吻
A dateless bargain to engrossing death! 和神秘的死亡订这永久的契约吧
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㈥ 罗密欧与朱丽叶的经典台词，英文
Softly，what light is shining in the window over there? That's the East。Juliet is the sun。Get up，beautiful sun。That's my lover。
轻声，那边窗子里亮起来的是什么光，那就是东方，朱丽叶就是太阳，起来吧，美丽的太阳，那是我的意中人。
Only your name is my enemy。Even if you don't have Montague，you are still such a you。
只有你的名字才是我的仇敌，你即使不姓蒙太古，仍然是这样的一个你。
When you stand in front of me like this，I will never remember how much I love you。
你这样站在我的面前，我一心想着多么爱跟你在一块儿，一定永远记不起来了。
Then I'll wait here forever，so that you can never remember，forget what other home is besides here。
那么我就永远等在这儿，让你永远记不起来，忘记除了这里以外还有什么家。
(6)罗密欧与朱丽叶电影对白英文扩展阅读
《罗密欧与朱丽叶》讲述了主人公罗莎莉是罗密欧遇到朱丽叶前的情人。故事中，罗莎莉坚信自己与罗密欧是天生一对，注定会走到一起，但表妹朱丽叶的出现却令她梦想破灭。
带着对罗莎莉的仇恨，朱丽叶用尽一切办法迷倒了罗密欧。然而故事并没有就此结束，关于朱丽叶疯狂行径的流言四起，使得罗莎莉开始为心上人安全而担忧。
㈦ 罗密欧与朱丽叶经典对话(英语)
罗密欧 没有受过伤的才会讥笑别人身上的创痕。（朱丽叶自上方窗户中出现）轻声！那边窗子里亮起来的是什么光？那就是东方，朱丽叶就是太阳！起来吧，美丽的太阳！赶走那妒忌的月亮，她因为她的女弟子比她美得多，已经气得面色惨白了。既然她这样妒忌着你，你不要忠于她吧；脱下她给你的这一身惨绿色的贞女的道服，它是只配给愚人穿的。那是我的意中人；啊！那是我的爱；唉，但愿她知道我在爱着她！她欲言又止，可是她的眼睛已经道出了她的心事。待我去回答她吧；不，我不要太卤莽，她不是对我说话。天上两颗最灿烂的星，因为有事他去，请求她的眼睛替代它们在空中闪耀。要是她的眼睛变成了天上的星，天上的星变成了她的眼睛，那便怎样呢？她脸上的光辉会掩盖了星星的明亮，正像灯光在朝阳下黯然失色一样；在天上的她的眼睛，会在太空中大放光明，使鸟儿误认为黑夜已经过去而唱出它们的歌声。瞧！她用纤手托住了脸，那姿态是多么美妙！啊，但愿我是那一只手上的手套，好让我亲一亲她脸上的香泽！
朱丽叶 唉！
罗密欧 她说话了。啊！再说下去吧，光明的天使！因为我在这夜色之中仰视着你，就像一个尘世的凡人，张大了出神的眼睛，瞻望着一个生着翅膀的天使，驾着白云缓缓地驰过了天空一样。
朱丽叶 罗密欧啊，罗密欧！为什么你偏偏是罗密欧呢？否认你的父亲，抛弃你的姓名吧；也许你不愿意这样做，那么只要你宣誓做我的爱人，我也不愿再姓凯普莱特了。
罗密欧 （旁白）我还是继续听下去呢，还是现在就对她说话？
朱丽叶 只有你的名字才是我的仇敌；你即使不姓蒙太古，仍然是这样的一个你。姓不姓蒙太古又有什么关系呢？它又不是手，又不是脚，又不是手臂，又不是脸，又不是身体上任何其他的部分。啊！换一个姓名吧！姓名本来是没有意义的；我们叫做玫瑰的这一种花，要是换了个名字，它的香味还是同样的芬芳；罗密欧要是换了别的名字，他的可爱的完美也决不会有丝毫改变。罗密欧，抛弃了你的名字吧；我愿意把我整个的心灵，赔偿你这一个身外的空名。
罗密欧 那么我就听你的话，你只要叫我做爱，我就重新受洗，重新命名；从今以后，永远不再叫罗密欧了。
朱丽叶 你是什么人，在黑夜里躲躲闪闪地偷听人家的话？
罗密欧 我没法告诉你我叫什么名字。敬爱的神明，我痛恨我自己的名字，因为它是你的仇敌；要是把它写在纸上，我一定把这几个字撕成粉碎。
朱丽叶 我的耳朵里还没有灌进从你嘴里吐出来的一百个字，可是我认识你的声音；你不是罗密欧，蒙太古家里的人吗？
罗密欧 不是，美人，要是你不喜欢这两个名字。
朱丽叶 告诉我，你怎么会到这儿来，为什么到这儿来？花园的墙这么高，是不容易爬上来的；要是我家里的人瞧见你在这儿，他们一定不让你活命。
罗密欧 我借着爱的轻翼飞过园墙，因为砖石的墙垣是不能把爱情阻隔的；爱情的力量所能够做到的事，它都会冒险尝试，所以我不怕你家里人的干涉。
朱丽叶 要是他们瞧见了你，一定会把你杀死的。
罗密欧 唉！你的眼睛比他们二十柄刀剑还厉害；只要你用温柔的眼光看着我，他们就不能伤害我的身体。
朱丽叶 我怎么也不愿让他们瞧见你在这儿。
罗密欧 朦胧的夜色可以替我遮过他们的眼睛。只要你爱我，就让他们瞧见我吧；与其因为得不到你的爱情而在这世上捱命，还不如在仇人的刀剑下丧生。
朱丽叶 谁叫你找到这儿来的？
罗密欧 爱情怂恿我探听出这一个地方；他替我出主意，我借给他眼睛。我不会操舟驾舵，可是倘使你在辽远辽远的海滨，我也会冒着风波寻访你这颗珍宝。
朱丽叶 幸亏黑夜替我罩上了一重面幕，否则为了我刚才被你听去的话，你一定可以看见我脸上羞愧的红晕。我真想遵守礼法，否认已经说过的言语，可是这些虚文俗礼，现在只好一切置之不顾了！你爱我吗？我知道你一定会说“是的”；我也一定会相信你的话；可是也许你起的誓只是一个谎，人家说，对于恋人们的寒盟背信，天神是一笑置之的。温柔的罗密欧啊！你要是真的爱我，就请你诚意告诉我；你要是嫌我太容易降心相从，我也会堆起怒容，装出倔强的神气，拒绝你的好意，好让你向我婉转求情，否则我是无论如何不会拒绝你的。俊秀的蒙太古啊，我真的太痴心了，所以也许你会觉得我的举动有点轻浮；可是相信我，朋友，总有一天你会知道我的忠心远胜过那些善于矜持作态的人。我必须承认，倘不是你乘我不备的时候偷听去了我的真情的表白，我一定会更加矜持一点的；所以原谅我吧，是黑夜泄漏了我心底的秘密，不要把我的允诺看作无耻的轻狂。
罗密欧 姑娘，凭着这一轮皎洁的月亮，它的银光涂染着这些果树的梢端，我发誓——
朱丽叶 啊！不要指着月亮起誓，它是变化无常的，每个月都有盈亏圆缺；你要是指着它起誓，也许你的爱情也会像它一样无常。
罗密欧 那么我指着什么起誓呢？
朱丽叶 不用起誓吧；或者要是你愿意的话，就凭着你优美的自身起誓，那是我所崇拜的偶像，我一定会相信你的。
罗密欧 要是我的出自深心的爱情——
朱丽叶 好，别起誓啦。我虽然喜欢你，却不喜欢今天晚上的密约；它太仓卒、太轻率、太出人意外了，正像一闪电光，等不及人家开一声口，已经消隐了下去。好人，再会吧！这一朵爱的蓓蕾，靠着夏天的暖风的吹拂，也许会在我们下次相见的时候，开出鲜艳的花来。晚安，晚安！但愿恬静的安息同样降临到你我两人的心头！
罗密欧 啊！你就这样离我而去，不给我一点满足吗？
朱丽叶 你今夜还要什么满足呢？
罗密欧 你还没有把你的爱情的忠实的盟誓跟我交换。
朱丽叶 在你没有要求以前，我已经把我的爱给了你了；可是我倒愿意重新给你。
罗密欧 你要把它收回去吗？为什么呢，爱人？
朱丽叶 为了表示我的慷慨，我要把它重新给你。可是我只愿意要我已有的东西：我的慷慨像海一样浩渺，我的爱情也像海一样深沉；我给你的越多，我自己也越是富有，因为这两者都是没有穷尽的。（乳媪在内呼唤）我听见里面有人在叫；亲爱的，再会吧！——就来了，好奶妈！——亲爱的蒙太古，愿你不要负心。再等一会儿，我就会来的。（自上方下。）
罗密欧 幸福的，幸福的夜啊！我怕我只是在晚上做了一个梦，这样美满的事不会是真实的。
朱丽叶自上方重上。
朱丽叶 亲爱的罗密欧，再说三句话，我们真的要再会了。要是你的爱情的确是光明正大，你的目的是在于婚姻，那么明天我会叫一个人到你的地方来，请你叫他带一个信给我，告诉我你愿意在什么地方、什么时候举行婚礼；我就会把我的整个命运交托给你，把你当作我的主人，跟随你到天涯海角。
乳媪 （在内）小姐！
朱丽叶 就来。——可是你要是没有诚意，那么我请求你——
乳媪 （在内）小姐！
朱丽叶 等一等，我来了。——停止你的求爱，让我一个人独自伤心吧。明天我就叫人来看你。
罗密欧 凭着我的灵魂——
朱丽叶 一千次的晚安！（自上方下。）
罗密欧 晚上没有你的光，我只有一千次的心伤！恋爱的人去赴他情人的约会，像一个放学归来的儿童；可是当他和情人分别的时候，却像上学去一般满脸懊丧。（退后。）
朱丽叶自上方重上。
朱丽叶 嘘！罗密欧！嘘！唉！我希望我会发出呼鹰的声音，招这只鹰儿回来。我不能高声说话，否则我要让我的喊声传进厄科①的洞穴，让她的无形的喉咙因为反复叫喊着我的罗密欧的名字而变成嘶哑。
罗密欧 那是我的灵魂在叫喊着我的名字。恋人的声音在晚间多么清婉，听上去就像最柔和的音乐！
朱丽叶 罗密欧！
罗密欧 我的爱！
朱丽叶 明天我应该在什么时候叫人来看你？
罗密欧 就在九点钟吧。
朱丽叶 我一定不失信；挨到那个时候，该有二十年那么长久！我记不起为什么要叫你回来了。
罗密欧 让我站在这儿，等你记起了告诉我。
朱丽叶 你这样站在我的面前，我一心想着多么爱跟你在一块儿，一定永远记不起来了。
罗密欧 那么我就永远等在这儿，让你永远记不起来，忘记除了这里以外还有什么家。
朱丽叶 天快要亮了；我希望你快去；可是我就好比一个淘气的女孩子，像放松一个囚犯似的让她心爱的鸟儿暂时跳出她的掌心，又用一根丝线把它拉了回来，爱的私心使她不愿意给它自由。
罗密欧 我但愿我是你的鸟儿。
朱丽叶 好人，我也但愿这样；可是我怕你会死在我的过分的爱抚里。晚安！晚安！离别是这样甜蜜的凄清，我真要向你道晚安直到天明！（下。）
罗密欧 但愿睡眠合上你的眼睛！
但愿平静安息我的心灵！
我如今要去向神父求教，
把今宵的艳遇诉他知晓。（下。）
应该是这段吧~~~!!!!!
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㈧ 罗密欧与朱丽叶的经典对白
1、Juliet：Oh,Romeo,Romeo,where for art thou,Romeo？Deny thy father and refuse thy name,or if thou wilt not,but he sworn my love,and I'll no longer be a Capulet.'Tis but thy name that is my enemy;
Thou art thyself, though not a Montague.What's in a name？That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet.So Romeo would.
Romeo,cast off thy name,and for that name,which is part of you,take all of me.Look you but sweet and I am prrof against their enmity.
朱丽叶：罗密欧啊，罗密欧，为什么你是罗密欧？否认你的父亲，抛弃你的姓名吧，也许你不愿意这样做，只要你宣誓做我的爱人，我愿意不再姓凯普莱特了。只有你的姓氏才是我的敌人，即使你不姓蒙太古，仍然是这样的你，这跟名字又有什么关系？
给玫瑰换个名字，它还是照样芳香，所以罗密欧也一样。罗密欧，抛弃你的名字吧，我愿将我的身心，补偿你这身外的空名。
2、Romeo：I take you at your word.Call me your love,and I'll be new baptized hence forth.I never will be Romeo.
罗密欧：我相信你说的话。给我你的爱，我将接受重新洗礼，我将不再是罗密欧。
3、Romeo：With love's light wings did I o'erperch these walls,For stony limits cannot hold love out,And what love can do, that dares love attempt.Therefore thy kinsmen are no stop to me.To see you look severe more frightens me than 20 of their swords.
罗密欧：因为有了爱的翅膀，我才能够翻过这些墙，因为这些石头无法把爱挡在门外，爱能做什么，爱情需要勇气尝试。因此，你的家人都无法阻挡我。看看，你看我的样子比他们二十柄剑还要让我害怕，只要我看到你温柔含有爱意的眼光，他们就无法伤害我的身体。
4、Juliet,why are you still so fair？Death that has sucked the honey of your breath has had no power as yet to spoil your beauty.Shall I believe he has a plan in this？That insubstantial death is amorous,keeping you perfect for his paramour？
For fear of that,I will stay with thee.And never from this place of dim night depart again.Eyes...look you last.Arms...take your last embrace.And lips...the doors of breath,be forever sealed with a righteous kiss.
罗密欧：朱丽叶，为什么你仍然如此美丽？死神虽然榨干了你甜美的气息，却无法夺走你的美丽。我相信这是他的一个阴谋，死神也爱慕你，是不是带你去做他的情妇？
我害怕你那样，所以我要和你在一起，从这个宫殿昏暗的夜晚开始再也不会分开。最后一次看你，给你最后的拥抱，嘴唇，气息的大门，用义愤的吻永远封存。
5、Romeo: juliet, With this round of bringing a moon, it's silver cover these fruit tree's top, i promiss.
罗密欧：朱丽叶， 凭着这一轮皎洁的月亮，它的银光涂染着这些果树的梢端，我发誓。
㈨ 罗密欧与朱丽叶现代版的电影英文台词
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Romeo and Juliet
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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
㈩ 罗密欧与朱丽叶英文版最后一幕的台词
第一场曼多亚。街道
罗密欧上。
罗密欧 要是梦寐中的幻景果然可以代表真实，那么我的梦预兆着将有好消息到来；我觉得心君宁恬，整日里有一种向所没有的精神，用快乐的思想把我从地面上飘扬起来。我梦见我的爱人来看见我死了——奇怪的梦，一个死人也会思想！——她吻着我，把生命吐进了我的嘴唇里，于是我复活了，并且成为一个君王。唉！仅仅是爱的影子，已经给人这样丰富的欢乐，要是能占有爱的本身，那该有多么甜蜜！
鲍尔萨泽上。
罗密欧 从维洛那来的消息！啊，鲍尔萨泽！不是神父叫你带信来给我吗？我的爱人怎样？我父亲好吗？我再问你一遍，我的朱丽叶安好吗？因为只要她安好，一定什么都是好好的。
鲍尔萨泽 那么她是安好的，什么都是好好的；她的身体长眠在凯普莱特家的坟茔里，她的不死的灵魂和天使们在一起。我看见她下葬在她亲族的墓穴里，所以立刻飞马前来告诉您。啊，少爷！恕我带了这恶消息来，因为这是您吩咐我做的事。
罗密欧 有这样的事！命运，我咒诅你！——你知道我的住处；给我买些纸笔，雇下两匹快马，我今天晚上就要动身。
鲍尔萨泽 少爷，请您宽心一下；您的脸色惨白而仓皇，恐怕是不吉之兆。
罗密欧 胡说，你看错了。快去，把我叫你做的事赶快办好。神父没有叫你带信给我吗？
鲍尔萨泽 没有，我的好少爷。
罗密欧 算了，你去吧，把马匹雇好了；我就来找你。（鲍尔萨泽下）好，朱丽叶，今晚我要睡在你的身旁。让我想个办法。啊，罪恶的念头！你会多么快钻进一个绝望者的心里！我想起了一个卖药的人，他的铺子就开设在附近，我曾经看见他穿着一身破烂的衣服，皱着眉头在那儿拣药草；他的形状十分消瘦，贫苦把他熬煎得只剩一把骨头；他的寒伧的铺子里挂着一只乌龟，一头剥制的鳄鱼，还有几张形状丑陋的鱼皮；他的架子上稀疏地散放着几只空匣子、绿色的瓦罐、一些胞囊和发霉的种子、几段包扎的麻绳，还有几块陈年的干玫瑰花，作为聊胜于无的点缀。看到这一种寒酸的样子，我就对自己说，在曼多亚城里，谁出卖了毒药是会立刻处死的，可是倘有谁现在需要毒药，这儿有一个可怜的奴才会卖给他。啊！不料我这一个思想，竟会预兆着我自己的需要，这个穷汉的毒药却要卖给我。我记得这里就是他的铺子；今天是假日，所以这叫化子没有开门。喂！卖药的！
卖药人上。
卖药人 谁在高声叫喊？
罗密欧 过来，朋友。我瞧你很穷，这儿是四十块钱，请你给我一点能够迅速致命的毒药，厌倦于生命的人一服下去便会散入全身的血管，立刻停止呼吸而死去，就像火药从炮膛里放射出去一样快。
卖药人 这种致命的毒药我是有的；可是曼多亚的法律严禁发卖，出卖的人是要处死刑的。
罗密欧 难道你这样穷苦，还怕死吗？饥寒的痕迹刻在你的面颊上，贫乏和迫害在你的眼睛里射出了饿火，轻蔑和卑贱重压在你的背上；这世间不是你的朋友，这世间的法律也保护不到你，没有人为你定下一条法律使你富有；那么你何必苦耐着贫穷呢？违犯了法律，把这些钱收下吧。
卖药人 我的贫穷答应了你，可是那是违反我的良心的。
罗密欧 我的钱是给你的贫穷，不是给你的良心的。
卖药人 把这一服药放在无论什么饮料里喝下去，即使你有二十个人的气力，也会立刻送命。
罗密欧 这儿是你的钱，那才是害人灵魂的更坏的毒药，在这万恶的世界上，它比你那些不准贩卖的微贱的药品更会杀人；你没有把毒药卖给我，是我把毒药卖给你。再见；买些吃的东西，把你自己喂得胖一点。——来，你不是毒药，你是替我解除痛苦的仙丹，我要带着你到朱丽叶的坟上去，少不得要借重你一下哩。（各下。）
第二场维洛那。劳伦斯神父的寺院
约翰神父上。
约翰 喂！师兄在哪里？
劳伦斯神父上。
劳伦斯 这是约翰师弟的声音。欢迎你从曼多亚回来！罗密欧怎么说？要是他的意思在信里写明，那么把他的信给我吧。
约翰 我临走的时候，因为要找一个同门的师弟作我的同伴，他正在这城里访问病人，不料给本地巡逻的人看见了，疑心我们走进了一家染着瘟疫的人家，把门封锁住了，不让我们出来，所以耽误了我的曼多亚之行。
劳伦斯 那么谁把我的信送去给罗密欧了？
约翰 我没有法子把它送出去，现在我又把它带回来了；因为他们害怕瘟疫传染，也没有人愿意把它送还给你。
劳伦斯 糟了！这封信不是等闲，性质十分重要，把它耽误下来，也许会引起极大的灾祸。约翰师弟，你快去给我找一柄铁锄，立刻带到这儿来。
约翰 好师兄，我去给你拿来。（下。）
劳伦斯 现在我必须独自到墓地里去；在这三小时之内，朱丽叶就会醒来，她因为罗密欧不曾知道这些事情，一定会责怪我。我现在要再写一封信到曼多亚去，让她留在我的寺院里，直等罗密欧到来。可怜的没有死的尸体，幽闭在一座死人的坟墓里！（下。）
第三场同前。凯普莱特家坟茔所在的墓地
帕里斯及侍童携鲜花火炬上。
帕里斯 孩子，把你的火把给我；走开，站在远远的地方；还是灭了吧，我不愿给人看见。你到那边的紫杉树底下直躺下来，把你的耳朵贴着中空的地面，地下挖了许多墓穴，土是松的，要是有踉跄的脚步走到坟地上来，你准听得见；要是听见有什么声息，便吹一个唿哨通知我。把那些花给我。照我的话做去，走吧。
侍童 （旁白）我简直不敢独自一个人站在这墓地上，可是我要硬着头皮试一下。（退后。）
帕里斯 这些鲜花替你铺盖新床；
惨啊，一朵娇红永委沙尘！
我要用沉痛的热泪淋浪，
和着香水浇溉你的芳坟；
夜夜到你墓前散花哀泣，
这一段相思啊永无消歇！（侍童吹口哨）
这孩子在警告我有人来了。哪一个该死的家伙在这晚上到这儿来打扰我在爱人墓前的凭吊？什么！还拿着火把来吗？——让我躲在一旁看看他的动静。（退后。）
罗密欧及鲍尔萨泽持火炬锹锄等上。
罗密欧 把那锄头跟铁钳给我。且慢，拿着这封信；等天一亮，你就把它送给我的父亲。把火把给我。听好我的吩咐，无论你听见什么瞧见什么，都只好远远地站着不许动，免得妨碍我的事情；要是动一动，我就要你的命。我所以要跑下这个坟墓里去，一部分的原因是要探望探望我的爱人，可是主要的理由却是要从她的手指上取下一个宝贵的指环，因为我有一个很重要的用途。所以你赶快给我走开吧；要是你不相信我的话，胆敢回来窥伺我的行动，那么，我可以对天发誓，我要把你的骨胳一节一节扯下来，让这饥饿的墓地上散满了你的肢体。我现在的心境非常狂野，比饿虎或是咆哮的怒海都要凶猛无情，你可不要惹我性起。
鲍尔萨泽 少爷，我走就是了，决不来打扰您。
罗密欧 这才像个朋友。这些钱你拿去，愿你一生幸福。再会，好朋友。
鲍尔萨泽 （旁白）虽然这么说，我还是要躲在附近的地方看着他；他的脸色使我害怕，我不知道他究竟打算做出什么事来。（退后。）
罗密欧 你无情的泥土，吞噬了世上最可爱的人儿，我要擘开你的馋吻，（将墓门掘开）索性让你再吃一个饱！
帕里斯 这就是那个已经放逐出去的骄横的蒙太古，他杀死了我爱人的表兄，据说她就是因为伤心他的惨死而夭亡的。现在这家伙又要来盗尸发墓了，待我去抓住他。（上前）万恶的蒙太古！停止你的罪恶的工作，难道你杀了他们还不够，还要在死人身上发泄你的仇恨吗？该死的兇徒，赶快束手就捕，跟我见官去！
罗密欧 我果然该死，所以才到这儿来。年轻人，不要激怒一个不顾死活的人，快快离开我走吧；想想这些死了的人，你也该胆寒了。年轻人，请你不要激动我的怒气，使我再犯一次罪；啊，走吧！我可以对天发誓，我爱你远过于爱我自己，因为我来此的目的，就是要跟自己作对。别留在这儿，走吧；好好留着你的活命，以后也可以对人家说，是一个疯子发了慈悲，叫你逃走的。
帕里斯 我不听你这种鬼话；你是一个罪犯，我要逮捕你。
罗密欧 你一定要激怒我吗？那么好，来，朋友！（二人格斗。）
侍童 哎哟，主啊！他们打起来了，我去叫巡逻的人来！（下。）
帕里斯 （倒下）啊，我死了！——你倘有几分仁慈，打开墓门来，把我放在朱丽叶的身旁吧！（死。）
罗密欧 好，我愿意成全你的志愿。让我瞧瞧他的脸；啊，茂丘西奥的亲戚，尊贵的帕里斯伯爵！当我们一路上骑马而来的时候，我的仆人曾经对我说过几句话，那时我因为心绪烦乱，没有听得进去；他说些什么？好像他告诉我说帕里斯本来预备娶朱丽叶为妻；他不是这样说吗？还是我做过这样的梦？或者还是我神经错乱，听见他说起朱丽叶的名字，所以发生了这一种幻想？啊！把你的手给我，你我都是登录在恶运的黑册上的人，我要把你葬在一个胜利的坟墓里；一个坟墓吗？啊，不！被杀害的少年，这是一个灯塔，因为朱丽叶睡在这里，她的美貌使这一个墓窟变成一座充满着光明的欢宴的华堂。死了的人，躺在那儿吧，一个死了的人把你安葬了。（将帕里斯放下墓中）人们临死的时候，往往反会觉得心中愉快，旁观的人便说这是死前的一阵回光返照；啊！这也就是我的回光返照吗？啊，我的爱人！我的妻子！死虽然已经吸去了你呼吸中的芳蜜，却还没有力量摧残你的美貌；你还没有被他征服，你的嘴唇上、面庞上，依然显着红润的美艳，不曾让灰白的死亡进占。提伯尔特，你也裹着你的血淋淋的殓衾躺在那儿吗？啊！你的青春葬送在你仇人的手里，现在我来替你报仇来了，我要亲手杀死那杀害你的人。原谅我吧，兄弟！啊！亲爱的朱丽叶，你为什么仍然这样美丽？难道那虚无的死亡，那枯瘦可憎的妖魔，也是个多情种子，所以把你藏匿在这幽暗的洞府里做他的情妇吗？为了防止这样的事情，我要永远陪伴着你，再不离开这漫漫长夜的幽宫；我要留在这儿，跟你的侍婢，那些蛆虫们在一起；啊！我要在这儿永久安息下来，从我这厌倦人世的凡躯上挣脱恶运的束缚。眼睛，瞧你的最后一眼吧！手臂，作你最后一次的拥抱吧！嘴唇，啊！你呼吸的门户，用一个合法的吻，跟网罗一切的死亡订立一个永久的契约吧！来，苦味的向导，绝望的领港人，现在赶快把你的厌倦于风涛的船舶向那巉岩上冲撞过去吧！为了我的爱人，我干了这一杯！（饮药）啊！卖药的人果然没有骗我，药性很快地发作了。我就这样在这一吻中死去。（死。）