罗密欧与朱丽叶英文电影摘抄

1. 罗密欧与朱丽叶故事英文简介.

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

罗密欧与朱丽叶在一个派对上一见钟情了，这个派对是为了庆祝朱丽叶找到了如意郎君。可是他们各自所在的家族是死对头，常常爆发冲突。

罗密欧潜入了朱丽叶家的后院，两人互诉爱意，由于知道家族之间的不和是他们的障碍，所以他们在神父的帮助下秘密完婚。

朱丽叶的表兄提伯尔特是个暴躁的人，他要跟罗密欧决斗可是罗密欧只想和平相处，罗密欧好友墨古修想杀死提伯尔特，却先被提伯尔特杀死，罗密欧愤怒之下也把提伯尔特杀了。

罗密欧被驱逐出境，朱丽叶要另嫁他门。神父策划让朱丽叶假死，可是没有收到信件的罗密欧信以为真，在朱丽叶醒来之际，喝下了毒药。

(1)罗密欧与朱丽叶英文电影摘抄扩展阅读：

创作背景：

莎士比亚生活的时代，意大利和欧洲的许多国家正相继开展一场思想文化运动，即文艺复兴运动。

这期间是欧洲封建社会逐渐解体，资本主义生产方式在封建社会母体内孕育的时期，人文主义是文艺复业时，资产阶级反封建斗争的思想武器，也是这一时期资产阶级进步文学的中心思想。其主要内容：

第一，用人性反对神权；

第二，用个性解放反对禁欲主义；

第三，用理性反对蒙昧主义。

其中个性解放是针对封建社会宣扬的禁欲主义，要求劳动人民克制欲望、放弃斗争、放弃现世的幸福而提出的，它肯定现世生活，认为现世幸福高于一切，人生的目的就是追求个人自由和个人幸福。

莎士比亚的早期作品主要是宣扬这种人文主义思想，《罗密欧与朱丽叶》就是在这一背景下产生的一部具有反封建意识的爱情悲剧。

2. 急求英语作文5句话 简介 罗密欧与朱丽叶 描述大概的故事情节

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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《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？

4. 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。）

5. 罗密欧与朱丽叶现代版的电影英文台词

Play Script - Text

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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Script / Text of Act I Romeo and Juliet

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