Original Text ROM: He jests at scars that never felt a wound. Enter Juliet above at a window. 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 grief(5) 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. It is my lady; O, it is my love!(10) O that she knew she were! She speaks, yet she says nothing. What of that? Her eye discourses; I will answer it. I am too bold; 'tis not to me she speaks. Two of the fairest stars in all the heaven,(15) Having some business, do entreat her eyes To twinkle in their spheres till they return. What if her eyes were there, they in her head? The brightness of her cheek would shame those stars As daylight doth a lamp; her eyes in heaven(20) Would through the airy region stream so bright That birds would sing and think it were not night. See how she leans her cheek upon her hand! O that I were a glove upon that hand, That I might touch that cheek!(25)

Modern Translation ROM: He laughs at the scars of love when hes never felt loves pain. Quiet! what light breaks through that window? It is the east, and Juliet is the sun rising! Arise, fair sun, and kill the jealous moon, Who is already sick and pale with grief, That you, her maid, are far more beautiful than she is. Dont be her maid, since she is so jealous. Her chaste, white gown is only sick and green, And only fools wear it. Take it off and throw it away. It is my lady; O, it is my love! O, I wish she knew that she was my love! She speaks, but she says nothing. what does that mean? Her eye seems to be talking. I will answer it. I am too bold, shes not speaking to me. Two of the fairest stars in all the heaven, Having some business, do beg her eyes To twinkle in their sockets till the stars return. What if her eyes were there, they in her head? The brightness of her cheek would shame those stars, As daylight shames a lamp; her eyes in heaven Would stream so brightly through the skies That birds would sing and think it was morning. See how she leans her cheek upon her hand! O I wish I were a glove on that hand

So that I might touch that cheek! JUL: Ay me! ROM: She speaks. O, speak again, bright angel! for thou art As glorious to this night, being o'er my head, As is a winged messenger of heaven(30) Unto the white-upturned wond'ring eyes Of mortals that fall back to gaze on him When he bestrides the lazy-pacing clouds And sails upon the bosom of the air. JUL: O Romeo, Romeo! wherefore art thou Romeo?(35) 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. ROM: Aside. Shall I hear more, or shall I speak at this? JUL: 'Tis but thy name that is my enemy.(40) Thou art thyself, though not a Montague. What's Montague? it is nor hand, nor foot, Nor arm, nor face, nor any other part Belonging to a man. O, be some other name! What's in a name? That which we call a rose(45) By any other name would smell as sweet. So Romeo would, were he not Romeo JUL: Its only your name that is my enemy; You are yourself, not even a Montague. What's Montague? It is not a hand, or a foot, Or an arm, or a face, or any other part Belonging to a man. O, be some other name! What's in a name? that which we call a rose Would smell as sweet if it had any other name. So Romeo, if he wasnt called Romeo, would ROM: Shall I hear more, or shall I speak at this? JUL: O Romeo, Romeo! Why are you Romeo? Deny your father and refuse to be called by your name; Or, if you wont, swear you are my love, And I'll no longer be called a Capulet. ROM: She speaks. O, speak again, bright angel! for you are As glorious to this night, that is over my head, As is a wingd messenger of heaven To the white, upturned, wondering eyes Of mortals that fall back to gaze on him When he crosses the slow moving clouds And sails upon the heart of the wind. JUL: Ah me!

call'd, Retain that dear perfection which he owes Without that title. Romeo, doff thy name; And for that name, which is no part of thee,(50) Take all myself. ROM: I take thee at thy word. Call me but love, and I'll be new baptiz'd; Henceforth I never will be Romeo. JUL: What man art thou that, thus bescreen'd in night,(55) So stumblest on my counsel? ROM: By a name I know not how to tell thee who I am. My name, dear saint, is hateful to myself, Because it is an enemy to thee.(60) Had I it written, I would tear the word. JUL: My ears have yet not drunk a hundred words Of that tongue's utterance, yet I know the sound. Art thou not Romeo, and a Montague? ROM: Neither, fair maid, if either thee dislike.(65) JUL: How cam'st thou hither, tell me, and wherefore? The orchard walls are high and hard to climb, And the place death, considering who thou art, If any of my kinsmen find thee here. ROM: With love's light wings did I o'erperch these walls;(70) ROM: JUL: ROM: JUL: ROM: JUL: ROM:

Retain that dear perfection which he has Without that title. Romeo, throw your name away; And for that name, which isnt part of you, Take all of me.

I take you at your word. Only call me love, and I'll be baptized with a new name. From now on, Ill never be Romeo. What man are you who, wrapped in the cover of night, Stumbles on my private thoughts? By a name that I dont know how to tell you who I am. My name, dear saint, is hateful to me Because it is an enemy to you. If I had written it down on paper, I would tear the word from the page. My ears havent yet heard a hundred words Of that tongue's speech, and yet I know the sound; Arent you Romeo, and a Montague? Neither one, fair saint, if you dislike them. How did you come here, tell me, and why? The orchard walls are high and hard to climb. And the place means death, considering who you are, If any of my kinsmen find you here. With love's light wings did I fly over 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. JUL: If they do see thee, they will murder thee. ROM: Alack, there lies more peril in thine eye(75) Than twenty of their swords! Look thou but sweet, And I am proof against their enmity. JUL: I would not for the world they saw thee here. ROM: I have night's cloak to hide me from their eyes; And but thou love me, let them find me here.(80) My life were better ended by their hate Than death prorogued, wanting of thy love. JUL: By whose direction found'st thou out this place? ROM: By love, that first did prompt me to inquire. He lent me counsel, and I lent him eyes.(85) I am no pilot; yet, wert thou as far As that vast shore wash'd with the farthest sea, I would adventure for such merchandise. JUL: Thou knowest the mask of night is on my face; Else would a maiden blush bepaint my cheek(90) JUL: ROM: JUL: ROM: JUL: ROM: JUL:

For rocky mountains cannot hold love out, And what love can do, love dares to attempt; Therefore your kinsmen are no threat to me. If they see you, they will murder you.

Its a shame, there is more danger in your eye Than twenty of their swords. if you will just look sweet, Then I am protected against their hate. I wouldnt have them see you here for the world. I have night's cloak to hide me from their sight; And, if you love me, let them find me here. My life were better ended by their hate Than death postponed, wanting your love. Who gave you the directions to this place? Love, that first prompted me to ask; He gave me advice, and I gave him eyes. I am no sea captain, but, if you were as far away As that vast shore washed with the furthest sea, I would risk everything for such a cargo. You know that the night hides my face; Otherwise, a maidens blush would paint my cheek

For that which thou hast heard me speak to-night. Fain would I dwell on form, fain, fain deny What I have spoke; but farewell complement! Dost thou love me? I know thou wilt say Ay; And I will take thy word. Yet, if thou swear'st,(95) Thou mayst prove false. At lovers perjuries, They say Jove laughs. O gentle Romeo, If thou dost love, pronounce it faithfully. Or if thou thinkest I am too quickly won, I'll frown, and be perverse, and say thee nay,(100) So thou wilt woo; but else, not for the world. In truth, fair Montague, I am too fond, And therefore thou mayst think my haviour light; But trust me, gentleman, I'll prove more true Than those that have more cunning to be strange.(105) I should have been more strange, I must confess, But that thou overheard'st, ere I was ware, My true love's passion. Therefore pardon me, And not impute this yielding to light love, Which the dark night hath so discovered.(110) ROM: Lady, by yonder blessed moon I swear, That tips with silver all these fruit-tree tops JUL: O, swear not by the moon, the inconstant moon, That monthly changes in her circled JUL: ROM:

For what you overheard me say tonight. Gladly I would dwell on form, gladly, gladly deny What I have spoken; but farewell polite words! Do you love me? I know you will say, Yes, And I will take your word. but, if you swear, You may prove false. At lovers' lies, They say Jove laughs. O gentle Romeo, If you do love, pronounce it faithfully. Or if you think I am too quickly won, I'll frown, and be wicked, and tell you, No, So you will court me. but otherwise, not for the world. In truth, fair Montague, I am too affectionate; And, therefore, you may think my behavior light. But trust me, gentleman, I'll prove more true Than those that have more knowledge to be unfriendly. I should have been more unfriendly, I must confess, But you overheard, before I was aware of you, My true loves passion. Therefore, pardon me, And not attribute this surrender to light love, Which the dark night has discovered.

Lady, by the blessed moon up there, That tips with silver all these fruit-tree tops, I swear

O, dont swear by the moon, the inconstant moon, That monthly goes through changes in

orb, Lest that thy love prove likewise variable.(115) ROM: What shall I swear by? JUL: Do not swear at all; Or if thou wilt, swear by thy gracious self, Which is the god of my idolatry, And I'll believe thee.(120) ROM: If my heart's dear love JUL: Well, do not swear. Although I joy in thee, I have no joy of this contract to-night. It is too rash, too unadvis'd, too sudden; Too like the lightning, which doth cease to be(125) Ere one can say It lightens. Sweet, good night! This bud of love, by summer's ripening breath, May prove a beauteous flower when next we meet. Good night, good night! As sweet repose and rest Come to thy heart as that within my breast!(130) ROM: O, wilt thou leave me so unsatisfied? JUL: What satisfaction canst thou have tonight? ROM: Th exchange of thy love's faithful vow for mine. JUL: I gave thee mine before thou didst request it; And yet I would it were to give again.(135) JUL: ROM: JUL: ROM: JUL: ROM: JUL: ROM:

her circled orbit, For fear that your love prove as variable as the moon. What shall I swear by? Dont swear at all; Or if you will, swear by your own gracious self, Which is the god that I worship, And I'll believe you. If my heart's dear love, Well, dont swear. Although I have joy in you, I have no joy of this contract tonight; It is too rash, too unadvised, too sudden; Too like the lightning, which ceases to exist Before one can say, Its lightning. Sweet, good night! This bud of love, ripen by summer's breezes, May become a beautiful flower when next we meet. Good night, good night! May sweet repose and rest Come to your heart such as that is within my breast!

O, will you leave me so unsatisfied? What satisfaction can you have tonight? The exchange of your love's faithful vow for mine. I gave you my vow before you asked for it, And yet, I wish I could give it again.

ROM: Would'st thou withdraw it? For what purpose, love? JUL: But to be frank, and give it thee again. And yet I wish but for the thing I have. My bounty is as boundless as the sea, My love as deep; the more I give to thee,(140) The more I have, for both are infinite. I hear some noise within. Dear love, adieu! Nurse calls within. Anon, good nurse! Sweet Montague, be true. Stay but a little, I will come again. Exit. ROM: O blessed, blessed night! I am afeard,(145) Being in night, all this is but a dream, Too flattering-sweet to be substantial. Enter Juliet above. JUL: Three words, dear Romeo, and good night indeed. If that thy bent of love be honourable, Thy purpose marriage, send me word to-morrow,(150) By one that I'll procure to come to thee, Where and what time thou wilt perform the rite; And all my fortunes at thy foot I'll lay And follow thee my lord throughout the world. NURSE: Within. Madam!(155)

ROM: Would you take it away? Why, love? JUL: Only to be honest and give it to you again. And still I wish but for the thing that I already have. My treasure has no boundaries, just like the sea, My love is as deep as the sea; the more I give to you, The more I have, for both my love and the sea are infinite. I hear some noise within. dear love, goodbye! Right away, good nurse! Sweet Montague, be true. Stay here a minute. Ill be right back.

ROM: O blessed, blessed night! I am afraid, Standing in this night, that all this is only a dream, Too promising and sweet to be real.

JUL: Three words, dear Romeo, and good night indeed. If that your love is honorable, Your intention marriage, send me word tomorrow, By one that I'll get to come to you, Where and what time you will marry me, And Ill lay all my fortunes at your feet, And follow you, my lord, throughout the world. NURSE: Madam!

JUL: I come, anon.But if thou meanest not well, I do beseech thee NURSE: Within. Madam! JUL: By-and-by, I come. To cease thy suit and leave me to my grief.(160) To-morrow will I send. ROM: So thrive my soul JUL: A thousand times good night! Exit. ROM: A thousand times the worse, to want thy light! Love goes toward love as schoolboys from their books;(165) But love from love, towards school with heavy looks. Enter Juliet again, above. JUL: Hist! Romeo, hist! O for a falconer's voice To lure this tassel-gentle back again! Bondage is hoarse and may not speak aloud; Else would I tear the cave where Echo lies,(170) And make her airy tongue more hoarse than mine With repetition of my Romeo's name. Romeo! ROM: It is my soul that calls upon my name. How silver-sweet sound lovers tongues by night,(175) Like softest music to attending ears!

JUL: I come right away. But if you dont mean well, I beg you, NURSE: Madam!

JUL: Im coming To end your pursuit of me and leave me to my grief. Ill send tomorrow. ROM: Ill be waiting, JUL: A thousand times good night!

ROM: A thousand times the worse for me, to want your light! Love goes toward love as schoolboy away from their books; But love goes from love, like boys towards school with heavy looks.

JUL: Listen, Romeo, listen! O I wish I had a falconer's voice To lure this hawk back to me again! Being a slave has a hoarse voice and may not speak aloud; Or else I would go to the cave where Echo lives, And make her airy voice more hoarse than mine is, With the repetition of my Romeo's name. ROM: It is my soul that calls my name. How silver-sweet is the sound of lovers' voices by night, Like softest music to listening ears!

JUL: Romeo! ROM: My dear? JUL: What o'clock to-morrow Shall I send to thee?(180) ROM: By the hour of nine. JUL: I will not fail. 'Tis twenty years till then. I have forgot why I did call thee back. ROM: Let me stand here till thou remember it. JUL: I shall forget, to have thee still stand there,(185) Remembering how I love thy company. ROM: And I'll still stay, to have thee still forget, Forgetting any other home but this. JUL: 'Tis almost morning. I would have thee gone And yet no farther than a wantons bird,(190) That lets it hop a little from her hand, Like a poor prisoner in his twisted gyves, And with a silk thread plucks it back again, So loving-jealous of his liberty. ROM: I would I were thy bird.(195) JUL: Sweet, so would I. Yet I should kill thee with much

JUL: Romeo! ROM: My dear? JUL: What time tomorrow Should I send someone to you? ROM: At nine. JUL: I will not fail! Its going feel like twenty years until then. I have forgotten why I called you back. ROM: Let me stand here until you remember. JUL: I shall forget just to have you stand there, Remembering how I love your company. ROM: And I'll still stay, to have you still forget, Forgetting any other home but this one. JUL: It is almost morning; I want you to leave, And yet I dont want you to go any farther than a naughty childs bird, Who lets the bird hop a little from her hand, Like a poor prisoner in his twisted ankle bracelet, And, with a silk thread, plucks the bird back again, So loving, but jealous, of his liberty. ROM: I wish I were your bird. JUL: Sweet, so do I. But I should kill you with much

cherishing. Good night, good night! Parting is such sweet sorrow, That I shall say good night till it be morrow. Exit. ROM: Sleep dwell upon thine eyes, peace in thy breast!(200) Would I were sleep and peace, so sweet to rest! Hence will I to my ghostly father's cell, His help to crave and my dear hap to tell. Exit. ROM:

cherishing. Good night, good night! Parting is such sweet sorrow That I shall say good night until its tomorrow.

Sleep dwell upon your eyes, peace in your breast! I wish I were sleep and peace, so sweet to rest! I will go right away to my ghostly priest's house, To get his help and to tell him about my dear good fortune.