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| Juliet- I'll look to like, if looking liking move; bu no more deep will I endart mine eye than your consent gives strength to make it fly |
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| I'll look if looking makes me like him, but I won't look any farther than you will give me permission to. |
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| Nurse-Go, girl, seek happy nights to happy days |
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| Go girl, look for a man that will make you happy for days and nights on end |
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| Romeo-Is love a tender thing? It is too rough, too rude, too boisterous, and it pricks like a thorn |
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| Is love gentle? It is too rough, too noisy in a high spirited way, and it hurts me as though it was a thorn. |
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| Romeo- But soft, what light through yonder window breaks? It is the east, and Juliet is the sun. ARise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon who is already sick and pale with greif that thou her maid art far more fair than she. Be not her maid since she is envious; her vestal livery is but sick and green and none but fools do wear it. Cast it off. |
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| But wait. What is the light coming through the window? It must be from the east, because Juliet is the sun. Wake up, beautiful sun, and kill the moon, who is envious because you the goddess of the moon and patroness of virgins is more beautiful than her. Don't stay a virgin because the moon envies you. The uniform of the moon goddess chaste votaries is like a disease. No one but a fool would wear it. Take it off. |
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| Romeo-See how she leans her cheek upon her hand. Oh, that I were a glove upon that hand, That I might touch that cheek! |
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| She puts her cheek in her hand. I wish I could be a glove that she was wearing so that I could touch her cheek! |
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| Juliet-O Romeo, Romeo, wherefore art thou Romeo? Deny thy father and refuse thy name! Or, if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love, and I'll no longer be a Capulet. |
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| Oh Romeo, Romeo, why is your name Romeo? Deny who your father is, and get rid of your name! Or, if you won't, be my love and I will stop being a Capulet. |
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| Tis but thy name that is my enemy; thou art thyself, though not a Montague. What's Montague? It is nr hand, nor foot, nor arm, nor face, nor any other part belonging to a man. Oh be some other name! What's in a name? That which we call a rose by any other word would smell as sweet; So Romeo would, were he not Romeo called, retain that dear perfection which he owes without that title. Romeo, doff thy nae, and for thy name, which is no part of thee, take all myself. |
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| It isn't your name that is my enemy. You are you, not a Montague. What is a Montague? It isn't a hand, a foot, an arm, a face, or another part that a man possesses. Oh! have a different name! What is there to a name? If we called a rose a different word, it would still smell sweet. So, Romeo would keep his perfection without being called Romeo.Romeo, cast off thy name, and in exchange for that name, which isn't really part of you, you can have me. |
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| Romeo-Alack, there lies more peril in thine eye than twenty of their swords. Look thou but sweet, and I am proof against their enmity. |
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| One angry look from you is likely to kill me over twenty of the Capulet's swords. If you look sweetly at me, i am protected from them. |
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| Romeo-And but thou love me, let them find me here. My life were better ended by their hate than death prorogued, wanting of thy love. |
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| If you love me, let them find me here. I would rather them kill me, than you not love me. |
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| Oh, swear not by the moon, th'inconstant moon, that monthly changes in her circled orb, Lest that thy love prove likewise variable. |
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| Don't swear by the moon because it changes all the time unless your love changes the same way. |
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| Juliet-And all my fortunes at thy foot I'll lay and follow thee my lord throughout the world. |
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| All give you everything I have, and then follow you wherever you go. |
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| Romeo-A thousand times the worse, to want thy light. Love goes toward love as schoolboys from their books, But love from love, toward school with heavy books. |
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| The attraction of lovers is like how badly school children don't want to study. When you pull lovers away, it is like a schoolboy going to school with the heaviest of books. |
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| Juliet-and yet no farther than a wanton's bird, that lets it hop a little from his hand. |
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| Don't go any farther than a spoiled child's bird, that only will let the bird a little bit away from its hand. |
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| Juliet-Yet I should kill thee with much cherishing. Good night, good night! Parting is such sweet sorrow, that I shall say good night, till it be morrow. |
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| I love you so much that I might kill you. Good night, Good night! Parting makes me sad, I don't want to say good night until tomorrow. |
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| Benvolio- We talk here in the public haunt of men. Either withdraw unto some private place,or else depart, here all eyes gaze on us. |
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| We talk in a public place with people. Either go to a private place, or leave completely. Here, everyone is watching us. |
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| Romeo-Tybalt, the reason that I have to love thee doth much excuse the appertaining rage to such a greeting. Villain am I none. Therefore, farewell. I see thou knowest me not. |
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| Tybalt, the reason that I have to love you is more important than the greeting of "villain" you just gave me. That makes me angry. I am not a villain. Goodbye, you don't know me. |
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| Mercutio-A plague o' both your houses! |
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| A curse on both of your families! |
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| Capulet's Wife-Prince, as thou art true, for blood of ours shed blood of Montague. |
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Prince, you are good.
A Capulet died, so a Montague should too. |
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| There lies the man, slain by young Romeo, that slew thy kinsman, brave Mercutio. |
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| That is the man who Romeo killed, and Tybalt killed Mercutio, of your family. |
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| Friar Lawrence-Romeo, come forth, thou fearful man. Affliction is enamored of thy parts, and thou art wedded to calamity |
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| Romeo, come out you fearful man. Affliction is in love with your capabilities, and you are married to disaster. |
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| flies that feed on dead animals |
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| Romeo-I doubt it not, and all these woes shall serve for sweet discourses in our time to come. |
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| Yes. all this sadness will be sweet stories in our future time together. |
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| Friar-If no inconstant toy nor womanish fear abate thy valor in the acting it. |
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| If no inconstant idle fancy or fear like a woman stop your courage with going through with it. |
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| Capulet-All things that we ordained festival turn from their office to black funeral: Our instruments to meloncholy bells, our wedding cheer to sad burial feast, Our solemn hymns to sullen dirges change, our bridal flowers serve for a buried corpse, and all the things change them to the contrary. |
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| Everything we thought was for the festival, turn from that function to serve a black funeral. The happy instruments to sad burial bells, the wedding meal to a sad burial dinner.The wedding hymns to sad funeral songs are turned. Our bridal flowers are not put on a grave. Put everything into its antithesis for the funeral. |
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CHORUS
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-crossed lovers take their life,
Whose misadventured piteous overthrows
Doth with their death bury their parents' strife.
The fearful passage of their death-marked 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. |
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CHORUS
In the beautiful city of Verona, where our story takes place, a long-standing hatred between two families erupts into new violence, and citizens stain their hands with the blood of their fellow citizens. Two unlucky children of these enemy families become lovers and commit suicide. Their unfortunate deaths put an end to their parents' feud. For the next two hours, we will watch the story of their doomed love and their parents' anger, which nothing but the children’s deaths could stop. If you listen to us patiently, we’ll make up for everything we’ve left out in this prologue onstage. |
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