Romeo and Juliet(罗蜜欧和朱丽叶)

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ROMEO AND JULIET

William Shakespeare

1595

ROMEO AND JULIET

THE PROLOGUE

Enter Chorus.

Chor. 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; Whose misadventur'd

piteous overthrows Doth 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, naught 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. [Exit.]

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ACT I.

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SCENE I. Verona. A public place.

Enter Sampson and Gregory (with swords and bucklers) of the house

of Capulet.

Samp. Gregory, on my word, we'll not carry coals. Greg. No, for then

we should be colliers. Samp. I mean, an we be in choler, we'll draw. Greg.

Ay, while you live, draw your neck out of collar. Samp. I strike quickly,

being moved. Greg. But thou art not quickly moved to strike. Samp. A dog

of the house of Montague moves me. Greg. To move is to stir, and to be

valiant is to stand. Therefore, if thou art moved, thou runn'st away. Samp.

A dog of that house shall move me to stand. I will take the wall of any

man or maid of Montague's. Greg. That shows thee a weak slave; for the

weakest goes to the wall. Samp. 'Tis 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. Greg. The

quarrel is between our masters and us their men. Samp. 'Tis all one. I will

show myself a tyrant. When I have fought with the men, I will be cruel

with the maids- I will cut off their heads. Greg. The heads of the maids?

Samp. Ay, the heads of the maids, or their maidenheads. Take it in what

sense thou wilt. Greg. They must take it in sense that feel it. Samp. Me

they shall feel while I am able to stand; and 'tis known I am a pretty piece

of flesh. Greg. 'Tis well thou art not fish; if thou hadst, thou hadst been

poor-John. Draw thy tool! Here comes two of the house of Montagues.

Enter two other Servingmen [Abram and Balthasar].

Samp. My naked weapon is out. Quarrel! I will back thee. Greg. How?

turn thy back and run? Samp. Fear me not. Greg. No, marry. I fear thee!

Samp. Let us take the law of our sides; let them begin. Greg. I will frown

as I pass by, and let them take it as they list. Samp. Nay, as they dare. I

will bite my thumb at them; which is disgrace to them, if they bear it. Abr.

Do you bite your thumb at us, sir? Samp. I do bite my thumb, sir. Abr. Do

you bite your thumb at us, sir? Samp. [aside to Gregory] Is the law of our

side if I say ay? Greg. [aside to Sampson] No. Samp. No, sir, I do not bite

my thumb at you, sir; but I bite my thumb, sir. Greg. Do you quarrel, sir?

Abr. Quarrel, sir? No, sir. Samp. But if you do, sir, am for you. I serve as

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good a man as you. Abr. No better. Samp. Well, sir.

Enter Benvolio.

Greg. [aside to Sampson] Say 'better.' Here comes one of my master's

kinsmen. Samp. Yes, better, sir. Abr. You lie. Samp. Draw, if you be men.

Gregory, remember thy swashing blow. They fight. Ben. Part, fools!

[Beats down their swords.] Put up your swords. You know not what you

do.

Enter Tybalt.

Tyb. What, art thou drawn among these heartless hinds? Turn thee

Benvolio! look upon thy death. Ben. I do but keep the peace. Put up thy

sword, Or manage it to part these men with me. Tyb. 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 an officer, and three or four Citizens with clubs or partisans.

Officer. Clubs, bills, and partisans! Strike! beat them down! Citizens.

Down with the Capulets! Down with the Montagues!

Enter Old Capulet in his gown, and his Wife.

Cap. What noise is this? Give me my long sword, ho! Wife. A crutch,

a crutch! Why call you for a sword? Cap. My sword, I say! Old Montague

is come And flourishes his blade in spite of me.

Enter Old Montague and his Wife.

Mon. Thou villain Capulet!- Hold me not, let me go. M. Wife. Thou

shalt not stir one foot to seek a foe.

Enter Prince Escalus, with his Train.

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 mistempered 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, Cank'red with peace, to part your

cank'red hate. If ever you disturb our streets again, Your lives shall pay the

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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 farther pleasure in this case, To old Freetown, our common

judgment place. Once more, on pain of death, all men depart. Exeunt [all

but Montague, his Wife, and Benvolio]. Mon. Who set this ancient quarrel

new abroach? Speak, nephew, were you by when it began? Ben. 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 prepar'd; Which, as he breath'd 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. M. Wife. O, where is Romeo? Saw you him to-day? Right glad I am

he was not at this fray. Ben. 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, Which then most sought where

most might not be found, Being one too many by my weary self- Pursu'd

my humour, not Pursuing his, And gladly shunn'd who gladly fled from

me. Mon. Many a morning hath he there been seen, With tears augmenting

the fresh morning's dew, Adding to clouds more clouds with his deep sighs;

But all so soon as the all-cheering sun Should in the farthest East bean to

draw The shady curtains from Aurora's bed, Away from light steals home

my heavy son And private in his chamber pens himself, Shuts up his

windows, locks fair daylight And makes himself an artificial night. Black

and portentous must this humour prove Unless good counsel may the

cause remove. Ben. My noble uncle, do you know the cause? Mon. I

neither know it nor can learn of him Ben. Have you importun'd him by any

means? Mon. Both by myself and many other friend; 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

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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.

Ben. See, where he comes. So please you step aside, I'll know his

grievance, or be much denied. Mon. I would thou wert so happy by thy

stay To hear true shrift. Come, madam, let's away, Exeunt [Montague and

Wife]. Ben. Good morrow, cousin. Rom. Is the day so young? Ben. But

new struck nine. Rom. Ay me! sad hours seem long. Was that my father

that went hence so fast? Ben. It was. What sadness lengthens Romeo's

hours? Rom. Not having that which having makes them short. Ben. In love?

Rom. Out- Ben. Of love? Rom. Out of her favour where I am in love. Ben.

Alas that love, so gentle in his view, Should be so tyrannous and rough in

proof! Rom. 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

anything, of nothing first create! O heavy lightness! serious vanity!

Misshapen 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? Ben. No, coz, I rather

weep. Rom. Good heart, at what? Ben. At thy good heart's oppression.

Rom. 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 rais'd with the fume of sighs; Being purg'd, 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. Ben. Soft! I will go along. An if you leave me so,

you do me wrong. Rom. Tut! I have lost myself; I am not here: This is not

Romeo, he's some other where. Ben. Tell me in sadness, who is that you

love? Rom. What, shall I groan and tell thee? Ben. Groan? Why, no; But

sadly tell me who. Rom. Bid a sick man in sadness make his will. Ah,

word ill urg'd to one that is so ill! In sadness, cousin, I do love a woman.

Ben. I aim'd so near when I suppos'd you lov'd. Rom. A right good

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markman! And she's fair I love. Ben. A right fair mark, fair coz, is soonest

hit. Rom. 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 th' encounter of assailing eyes, Nor ope her lap

to saint-seducing gold. O, she's rich in beauty; only poor That, when she

dies, with beauty dies her store. Ben. Then she hath sworn that she will

still live chaste? Rom. She hath, and in that sparing makes huge waste; For

beauty, starv'd 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. Ben. Be rul'd by me: forget to think of her. Rom. O, teach me how I

should forget to think! Ben. By giving liberty unto thine eyes. Examine

other beauties. Rom. 'Tis the way To call hers (exquisite) in question more.

These happy masks that kiss fair ladies' brows, Being black puts 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. Ben.

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

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SCENE II. A Street.

Enter Capulet, County Paris, and [Servant] -the Clown.

Cap. 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. Par. Of honourable

reckoning are you both, And pity 'tis you liv'd at odds so long. But now,

my lord, what say you to my suit? Cap. 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. Par. Younger than she are happy

mothers made. Cap. And too soon marr'd are those so early made. The

earth hath swallowed 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 reck'ning none. Come, go with me.

[To Servant, giving him 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]. Serv. 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.

Ben. Tut, man, one fire burns out another's burning; One pain is

lessoned by another's anguish; Turn giddy, and be holp by backward

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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. Rom.

Your plantain leaf is excellent for that. Ben. For what, I pray thee? Rom.

For your broken shin. Ben. Why, Romeo, art thou mad? Rom. Not mad,

but bound more than a madman is; Shut up in Prison, kept without my

food, Whipp'd and tormented and- God-den, good fellow. Serv. God gi'

go-den. I pray, sir, can you read? Rom. Ay, mine own fortune in my misery.

Serv. Perhaps you have learned it without book. But I pray, can you read

anything you see? Rom. Ay, If I know the letters and the language. Serv.

Ye say honestly. Rest you merry! Rom. Stay, fellow; I can read. He reads.

'Signior Martino and his wife and daughters; County Anselmo and his

beauteous sisters; The lady widow of Vitruvio; Signior Placentio and His

lovely nieces; Mercutio and his brother Valentine; Mine uncle Capulet, his

wife, and daughters; My fair niece Rosaline and Livia; Signior Valentio

and His cousin Tybalt; Lucio and the lively Helena.'

[Gives back the paper.] A fair assembly. Whither should they come?

Serv. Up. Rom. Whither? Serv. To supper, to our house. Rom. Whose

house? Serv. My master's. Rom. Indeed I should have ask'd you that

before. Serv. 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. Ben. At this same ancient feast

of Capulet's Sups the fair Rosaline whom thou so lov'st; 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. Rom. 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. Ben.

Tut! you saw her fair, none else being by, Herself pois'd 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 seems best. Rom. I'll go along, no such

sight to be shown, But to rejoice in splendour of my own. [Exeunt.]

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