O, Romeo, Romeo.

¿Por qué eres Romeo?

Narrator: Next on "Great Performances."

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.

Narrator: William Shakespeare's iconic classic, "Romeo and Juliet," returns to the public theater's Free Shakespeare in the Park, with a special bilingual performance.

Juliet: Then have my lips the sin that they have took.

Romeo: Sin from my lips?

Qué dulce desafío.

Give me my sin again.

Narrator: The tragic tale of star-crossed lovers also features Tony Award winners LaChanze, Deirdre O'Connell, and Francis Jue.

Mercutio: A plague o' both your houses!

Narrator: The public theater's Free Shakespeare in the Park production of "Romeo and Juliet" starts right now.

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Thank you.

[Haunting music] ♪ Friar Lawrence: ♪ Two households ♪ ♪ Both alike in dignity ♪ ♪ In Nueva Verona ♪ ♪ Where we lay our scene ♪ ♪ From ancient grudge ♪ ♪ Broke to new mutiny ♪ ♪ Where civil blood ♪ ♪ Made civil hands ♪ ♪ Unclean ♪ ♪ From forth the fatal loins ♪ ♪ Of these two foes ♪ ♪ A pair of star-crossed lovers ♪ ♪ Took their life ♪ ♪ Whose misadventured ♪ ♪ Piteous overthrows ♪ ♪ Did with their death ♪ ♪ Bury their parents' strife ♪ ♪ Si nos otorgan ♪ ♪ Su atención ♪ ♪ Sabremos enmendar ♪ ♪ Nuestras faltas con empeño ♪ All: ♪ Si nos otorgan ♪ ♪ Su atención ♪ ♪ Sabremos enmendar ♪ ♪ Nuestras faltas con empeño ♪ [Tape rewinding] [Overlapping conversations] [Laughter] [Cheering and applause] Tybalt: Hey!

Hold!

Benvolio: Tybalt!

You know not what you do.

Tybalt: Do you quarrel, Benvolio?

I do but keep the peace.

[Laughs] I hate the word, as I hate hell, all Montagues and thee.

Woman: Hey!

Watchman: Stop it!

Stop!

Prince: Rebellious subjects!

Enemies to peace!

Profaners of this neighbor-stained steel!

[Shot] Will you not hear?

On pain of torture, from those bloody hands, throw your mistemper to the ground, and hear the sentence of your moved prince.

3 civil brawls, bred of an airy word, by thee, old Capulet, and Montague, have thrice disturbed the quiet of our streets.

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 farther pleasure in this case.

Once more, on pain of death, all here depart.

Montague: Who set this ancient quarrel new abroach?

Speak, nephew, were you by when it began?

Lady Montague: Where is Romeo?

Saw you him today?

Right glad I am he was not at this fray.

Benvolio: Madam, an hour before the worshiped sun peered forth the golden window of the east, a troubled mind drove me to walk abroad, where underneath the grove of sycamore, that westward rooteth from this city 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.

Montague: Many mornings hath he there been seen with tears augmenting the fresh morning's dew, adding to clouds more clouds with his deep sighs.

Away from light steals home my heavy son, and private in his chamber pens himself, shuts up his windows, locks fair daylight out, and makes himself an artificial night.

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: Could we but learn from whence his sorrows grow, we would as willingly give cure as know.

Benvolio: We'll 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.

Benvolio: Good morrow, cousin.

Is the day so young?

But new struck 9.

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?

In love?

Romeo: Out.

Benvolio: Of love?

Romeo: Out of her favor where I am in love.

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.

¡Ay, amor beligerante!

¡Ay, odio cariñoso!

¡Ay, todo que ha surgido de la nada!

Benvolio: Peace.

Tell me, who is that you love?

What, shall I groan and tell thee?

Benvolio: Groan?

Why, no.

But sadly, tell me who.

Romeo: In sadness, cousin, I do love... a woman.

Benvolio: I aimed so near when I supposed you loved.

A right good markman and she's fair I love.

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 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?

She hath, and in that sparing makes huge waste.

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.

Farewell, thou canst not teach me to forget.

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

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 honorable 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.

Paris: Younger than she are happy mothers made.

Capulet: Earth hath swallowed all my hopes but she, she's the hopeful lady of my earth.

But woo her, gentle Paris, get her heart.

My will to her consent is but a part.

And she agreed, within her scope of choice lies my consent and fair according voice.

This night I hold an old accustomed 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.

Come, go with me.

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.

Me manda a buscar a la gente que está... I am sent to find those persons whose names are here writ, and can never find what names the writing person hath here writ.

[Audience laughs] I must to the learned.

¡A buena hora!

God, gi' good e'en.

I pray, sir, can you read?

[Audience laughs] Romeo: Ay, my own fortune in my misery.

Pedro: Perhaps you have learned it without book, but I pray, can you read anything you see?

Romeo: Sí, pero depende del alfabeto y el idioma.

Buenas tardes.

Romeo: Espera.

Sí, puedo leer.

Signior Martino and his wife and daughters.

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.

A fair assembly.

Whither should they come?

Pedro: Up.

Romeo: Whither?

To supper?

Pedro: To our house.

Romeo: Whose house?

Pedro: My master's.

Romeo: Claro.

Debí preguntarlo antes.

[Audience laughs] Pedro: Le digo sin que me lo pregunte.

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.

[Audience laughs] Dios los tenga felices.

Benvolio: At this same ancient feast of Capulet's sups the fair Rosaline whom thou so loves 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: One fairer than my love?

The all-seeing sun ne'er saw her match since first the world begun.

I'll go along no such sight to be shown, but to rejoice in splendor of mine own.

Lady Capulet: Nurse?

Where's my daughter?

Call her forth to me!

[Audience laughs] [Applause] What, lamb!

What, ladybird!

Now, by my maidenhead, at 12 year old, I bade her come.

God forbid, where's this girl?

[Audience laughs] What, 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.

[Giggles] Nurse, come back again.

I have remembered me, thou's here our counsel.

Thou knowest my daughter's of a pretty age.

Nurse: How long is it now till Lammastide?

Lady Capulet: A fortnight and odd days.

Nurse: Susan and she, God rest all Christian souls, were of an age.

Well, Susan is with God.

She was too good for me.

Marry, I remember it well.

'Tis since the earthquake now 11 years.

And she was weaned, I never shall forget it.

Of all the days of the year upon that day.

For I hath then laid wormwood to my dug, sitting in the sun under the dovehouse wall.

My lord and you were then at Mantua.

Nay, I do bear a brain.

Nay, by th' 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, he was a merry man, he 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 holidam, the pretty wretch left crying and said, "Ay."

Lady Capulet: Enough of this, I pray thee, hold thy peace.

Nurse: Yes, madam.

[Laughs] Nurse: Yet I cannot choose but laugh, to think it should leave crying and say, "Ay."

[Laughs] And yet, I warrant, it had upon its brow a bump as big as a young cock'rel's stone, a perilous knock, and it cried bitterly.

"Yea," quoth my husband, "falls upon thy face?

"Thou wilt fall backwards when thou comest to age, "wilt thou not, Jule?"

It stinted and said... Both: "Ay."

Juliet: And stint thou, too, I pray thee, Nurse, say I. Nurse: Peace, I have done.

God mark thee to his grace, thou wast the prettiest babe that e'er I nursed.

An I might live to see thee married once, I have my wish.

Lady Capulet: Marry, that "marry" is the very theme I came to talk of.

[Laughs] Tell me, daughter Juliet, how stands your disposition to be married?

Juliet: It is an honor that I dream not of.

Nurse: An honor!

Were not I thine only nurse, I would say thou hadst sucked wisdom from thy teat.

[Audience laughs] Lady Capulet: Well, think of marriage now.

Younger than you, here in Verona, ladies of esteem are made already mothers.

By my count, I was a mother much upon these years that you are now a maid.

[Laughs] Thus then in brief: the valiant Paris seeks you for his love.

Nurse: A man, young lady, lady, such a man as all the world, why, he's a man of wax.

Lady Capulet: Verona's summer hath not such a flower.

Nurse: Nay, he's a flower, in faith, a very flower.

What say you, can you love the gentleman?

This night you shall behold him at our feast.

Read o'er the volume of young Paris' face and find delight writ there with beauty's pen.

Examine every married lineament and see how one another lends content and what obscured in this fair volume lies, find written in the margent of his eyes.

This precious book of love, this unbound lover, to beautify him only lacks a cover.

[Chuckles] So shall you share all that he doth possess by having him, making yourself no less.

Nurse: No less?

Nay, bigger.

Women grow by men.

Lady Capulet: Speak briefly.

Can you like of Paris' love?

I'll look to like, if looking liking move, but no more deep will I endart mine eye than your consent gives strength to make it fly.

Pedro: Madam!

The guests are come!

Supper served up, you called, my young lady asked for the Nurse cursed in the pantry, and everything in extremity.

Lady Capulet: We follow thee.

Juliet, the County stays.

[Laughs] Juliet: Pedro.

Pedro: Julieta.

Juliet: "The county stays?"

Pedro: El conde te espera.

El conde te espera.

Pedro: Eso.

Juliet: Julieta.

El conde te espera.

Nurse: Go, girl.

Seek happy noches to happy días.

Romeo: Give me a torch.

I'm not for this ambling.

Being but heavy I will bear the light.

Mercutio: Nay, gentle Romeo, we must have you dance.

Not I. Believe me, you have dancing shoes with nimble soles, I have a soul of lead so stakes me to the ground I cannot move.

Mercutio: You are a lover.

Borrow Cupid's wings and soar with them above the common bound.

I am too sore enpierced with his shaft, to soar with his light feathers, and so bound I cannot bound a pitch above dull woe, under love's heavy burden do I sink.

Mercutio: And to sink in it should you burden love.

Too great oppression for a tender thing.

Is love a tender thing?

It is too rough, too rude, too boist'rous, and it pricks like thorn.

Mercutio: If love be rough with you, be rough with love.

Prick love for pricking, and you beat love down.

Benvolio: Come, knock and enter, and no sooner in but every man betake him to his legs.

Hmm!

[Grunts] A torch for me!

I'll be a candle holder and look on.

The game was ne'er so fair and I am done.

Mercutio: Tut, dun's the mouse, the constable's own word.

If thou art dun, we'll draw thee from the mire or, save your reverence, love, wherein thou stickest up to the ears.

Come, we burn daylight, ho!

Romeo: Nay, that's not so.

Mercutio: I mean, sir, in delay we waste our lights, in vain, light lights by day.

[Audience laughs] Take our good meaning, for our judgment sits 5 times in that ere once in our 5 wits.

And we mean well in going to this masque, but 'tis no wit to go.

Mercutio: Why, may one ask?

I dreamt a dream tonight.

And so did I. Romeo: Well, what was yours?

Mercutio: That dreamers often lie.

In bed asleep while they do dream things true.

Mercutio: O, then I see Queen Mab hath been with you.

She is the fairies' midwife and she comes in shape no bigger than an agate stone on the forefinger of an alderman.

Drawn with a team of little atomi over men's noses as they lie asleep.

Her chariot is an empty hazelnut made by the joiner squirrel or old grub, time out o' mind the fairies' coachmakers.

Her wagon-spokes made of long spinners' legs, the cover of the wings of grasshoppers.

Her traces of the smallest spider web, her collars of the moonshine's wat'ry beams, her whip of cricket's bone, the lash of film, her wagoner a small gray-coated gnat.

Not half so big as a round little worm pricked from the lazy finger of a maid, and in this state she gallops night by night through lovers' brains, and then they dream of love.

On courtiers' knees, that dream on cur'sies straight, o'er lawyers' fingers who straight dream on fees, o'er ladies' lips, who straight on kisses dream, which oft the angry Mab with blisters plagues, because their breaths with sweetmeats tainted are.

Sometime she gallops o'er a courtier's nose and then dreams he of smelling out a suit, and sometime comes she with a tithe-pig's tail tickling a parson's nose as he lies asleep.

Then he dreams of another benefice.

Sometime she driveth o'er a soldier's neck.

And then dreams he of cutting foreign throats, of breeches, ambuscadoes, Spanish blades, of healths 5 fathom deep, and then anon drums in his ear, at which he starts and wakes.

And, being thus frightened, swears a prayer or two and sleeps again.

This is that very Mab that plats the manes of horses in the night and bakes the elflocks in foul sluttish hairs, which once untangled much misfortune bodes.

This is the hag when maids lie on their backs that presses them and learns them first to bear, making them women of good carriage.

This is she... Romeo: Peace, peace, Mercutio, peace.

Thou talk'st of nothing.

[Cheering and applause] [Audience laughs] Mercutio: True, I talk of dreams which are the children of an idle brain, begot of nothing but vain fantasy, which is as thin of substance as the air and more inconstant than the wind who woos even now the frozen bosom of the north.

And, being angered, puffs away from thence, turning his side to the dew-dropping south.

Benvolio: [Whistles] This wind you talk of blows us from ourselves.

Supper is done and we will come too late.

I fear too early, for my mind misgives, some consequence yet hanging in the stars, shall bitterly begin his fearful date with this night's revels, and expire the term of a despised life closed in my breast by some vile forfeit of untimely death.

[Drum beating] [Laughter, applause] But he that hath the steerage of my course, direct my sail!

On, lusty gentlemen!

[Lively music] ♪ Capulet: Welcome, gentlemen.

Ladies that have their toes unplagued with corns will walk about with you.

Ah, my mistresses, which of you all will now deny to dance?

She that makes dainty, she, I'll swear, hath corns.

Am I come near you now?

I have seen the day that I have worn a visor and could tell a whispering tale in a fair lady's ear, such as would please.

'Tis gone.

'Tis gone.

'Tis gone.

You are welcome, gentlemen.

A hall, a hall!

Give room!

Nay, sit!

Nay, sit, good cousin Capulet, for you and I are past our dancing days.

Now, quench the fire.

The room is grown too hot.

[Cheering and applause] [Soft music] ♪ ♪ When my love swears ♪ ♪ That he is made of truth ♪ ♪ I believe him though I know he lies ♪ ♪ That he might think me some untutored youth ♪ ♪ Unlearned in the false subtleties of life ♪ ♪ Vainly thinking that he thinks me young ♪ ♪ Although he knows my days are past ♪ ♪ The best ♪ ♪ I credit his false-speaking tongue ♪ ♪ And on both sides ♪ ♪ A simple truth suppressed ♪ Romeo: What lady's that?

O, she doth teach the torches to burn bright.

En la faz de la noche es una joya sobre una piel etíope, tan bella que no la ciñe el mundo ni la tierra.

¿Alguna vez amó mi corazón?

Jamás vi la hermosura antes de hoy.

Tybalt: This by his voice should be a Montague.

Now by the stock and honor of my kin to strike him dead I hold it not to sin.

Lady Capulet: ♪ But wherefore says he not ♪ ♪ He is unjust ♪ ♪ And wherefore say not I that I am old ♪ Juliet: ♪ You're not so old ♪ Lady Capulet: ♪ Love's best habit is in seeming trust ♪ Juliet: ♪ Trust ♪ Lady Capulet: ♪ And age in love ♪ ♪ Loves not to have years told ♪ Juliet: ♪ Oooh ♪ Lady Capulet: ♪ Therefore I lie with him and he with me ♪ ♪ And by our lies we flattered be ♪ Both: ♪ Therefore I lie with him ♪ ♪ And he with me ♪ ♪ And by our lies ♪ ♪ We flattered be ♪ [Cheering and applause] [Lively music] Capulet: Why, how now, kinsman, wherefore storm you so?

Tybalt: Uncle, this is a Montague, our foe, a villain that is hither come in spite to scorn at our solemnity this night.

Capulet: Young Romeo, is it?

Tybalt: 'Tis he, that villain Romeo.

Capulet: Content thee, gentle coz, let him alone.

He bears him like a portly gentleman.

And, to say truth, Verona brags of him to be a virtuous and well-governed youth.

Therefore be patient, take no note of him.

Tybalt: It fits when such a villain is a guest.

I'll not endure him.

Capulet: He shall be endured.

What, goodman, boy, I say he shall, go to.

Tybalt: Why, uncle, 'tis a shame.

Capulet: Go to.

Go to.

You are a saucy boy.

Is 't so indeed?

This trick may chance to scathe you.

You are a princox.

Go.

Be quiet, or I'll make you quiet.

What, cheerly, my heart!

Patience perforce with willful choler meeting.

makes my flesh tremble in their different greeting.

I will withdraw, but this intrusion shall, now seeming sweet, convert to bitt'rest gall.

[Drum roll] [Haunting music] ♪ Romeo: [Whispers] If I profane with my unworthiest hand this holy shrine, the gentle sin is this.

My lips, two blushing pilgrims, ready stand to smooth that rough touch con un dulce beso.

♪ Juliet: [Whispers] Good pilgrim, you do wrong your hand too much, which mannerly devotion shows in this.

For saints have hands that pilgrims' hands do touch and palm to palm the palmer les da un beso.

Romeo: [/an8]¿No tienen ambos labios fervorosos?

Juliet: Ay, Pilgrim, para rogar con devoción.

Romeo: [/an8]Te imploran, pues, un beso, temerosos de que su fe se torne decepción.

[Heartbeat] Juliet: La santa aguarda inmóvil, aunque accede.

Romeo: Recojo así, la gracia que concede.

♪ Thus from my lips, by thine, my sin is purged.

Juliet: Then have my lips the sin that they have took.

Romeo: Sin from my lips?

Qué dulce desafío.

Give me my sin again.

♪ Juliet: You kiss by th' book.

[Audience laughs] Nurse: Madam, your mother craves a word with you.

[Lively music] Romeo: What is her mother?

Nurse: Mary, bachelor, her mother is the lady of the house, and a good lady, and a wise and virtuous.

I nursed her daughter that you talked withal.

Romeo: Is she a Capulet?

¡Que ironía!

Mi enemigo es el dueño de mi vida.

Benvolio: Away, be gone.

The sport is at the best.

Romeo: Ay, so I fear, the more is my unrest.

Capulet: Nay, gentlemen, prepare not to be gone.

Is it e'en so?

Why then, I thank you all.

I thank you, honest gentlemen.

Good night.

Come on, then, let's to bed.

Ah, sirrah, by my fay, it waxes late.

I'll to my rest.

Juliet: Come hither, nurse.

What is yond gentleman?

Nurse: I know not.

Juliet: Go ask his name.

Nurse: Do any of you know his name?

[Audience laughs] Man: Romeo!

Woman: Romeo!

Nurse: His name is Romeo.

Woman: Yeah!

Nurse: And a Montague, the only son of your great enemy.

My only love sprung from my only hate.

Too early seen unknown, and known too late.

Prodigious birth of love it is to me that I must love a loathed enemy.

Nurse: What's this?

What's this?

A rhyme I learned even now of when I danced withal.

Lady Capulet: Juliet!

Nurse: Go!

The strangers all are gone.

Romeo: Can I go forward when my heart is here?

Atrás, barro indolente, debes hallar tu centro.

Benvolio: Romeo!

My cousin, Romeo!

Romeo!

Mercutio: He is wise, and on my life hath stol'n him home to bed.

Benvolio: Call, good Mercutio.

Mercutio: Nay, I'll conjure too.

Romeo!

[Sighs] Humors!

Madman!

Passion!

Lover!

Appear thou in the likeness of a sigh.

Speak but one rhyme and I am satisfied.

Cry but "Ay me!"

Pronounce, but "love" and "dove!"

He heareth not, he stirreth not, he moveth not.

[Alarm starts blaring] [Alarm continues blaring] [Audience laughs] [Audience laughs] Mercutio: [Sighs] [Audience laughs] Mercutio: Romeo!

I conjure thee by... Rosaline's bright eyes, by her high forehead [Audience laughs] and her scarlet lip, [Chuckles] by her fine foot, straight leg, and quivering thigh, [Audience laughs] and the domain that there adjacent lie, that in thy likeness thou appear to us!

And if he hears thee, thou wilt anger him.

This cannot anger him.

T'would anger him to raise a spirit in his mistress' circle of some strange nature, letting it there stand till she had laid it and conjured it down.

That were some spite.

My invocation is fair and honest.

In his mistress' name, I conjure only but to raise up him.

Benvolio: Come, he hath hid himself among these trees [Audience laughs] to be consorted with the humorous knight.

Blind is his love, and best befits the dark.

If love be blind, love cannot hit the mark.

[Audience laughs] Now will he sit under some medlar tree and wish his mistress were that kind of fruit, as maids call medlars when they laugh alone.

O, Romeo, that she were, O, that she were an open-arse, and thou a pop'rin pear!

[Audience laughs] Romeo, good night.

I'll to my truckle-bed.

This field bed is too cold for me to sleep.

Come, shall we go?

Benvolio: Go, then, for tis in vain to seek him here that means not to be found.

[Audience laughs] Romeo: He jests at scars that never felt a wound.

[Gasps] But soft, what light through yonder window breaks?

Es el oriente, y Julieta, el sol.

Asoma, bello sol, y acaba con la luna celosa, enferma y pálida de agobio.

Porque tú, su doncella, eres la más hermosa.

Ya no le sirvas, si muere de la envidia, su atuendo virginal de un verde triste no le va más que a los tontos.

Deséchalo.

It is my lady.

O, it is my love.

¡Ah, si lo supiera!

[Audience laughs] She speaks, yet she says nothing.

What of that?

No importa.

Habla con la mirada, y voy a responderle.

[Audience laughs] Ah, pero qué atrevido, si no me habla a mí.

Un par de las estrellas más hermosas han dejado el cielo para rogarle que sus ojos brillen en su lugar hasta que vuelvan.

Y si sus ojos allá siguieran, y los astros en su rostro, su fulgor habría de opacarlos como el sol a las antorchas.

Sus ojos brillarían en el éter celeste, tanto así que las aves cantarían, creyendo que la noche es la mañana.

See how she leans her cheek upon her hand.

Que yo fuera un guante en esa mano para tocar su rostro.

Ay me.

Romeo: She speaks!

[Audience laughs] Oh, habla de nuevo, ángel de luz.

[Whines] O, Romeo.

Romeo?

¿Por qué eres 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.

Romeo: Shall I hear more?

Shall I speak at this?

Juliet: Tis but thy name that is my enemy.

Thou art thyself, though not a Montague.

¿Qué es Montague?

No es mano, ni pie, ni brazo, ni cara, ni... any other part belonging to a man.

[Chuckles] [Audience laughs] What's in a name?

That which we call a rose by any other word would smell as sweet.

Así, Romeo, si no fuera Romeo, aún sería perfecto sin ese nombre.

Romeo, doff thy name, and for thy name, which is no part of thee, take all myself.

Romeo: I'll take thee at thy word!

[Audience laughs] Call me but love, and I'll be new baptized.

Henceforth, I never will be Romeo.

Juliet: [With deep voice] What man art thou [Audience laughs] [Normal voice] that, thus bescreened in night, so stumblest on my counsel?

By a name, I know not how to tell thee who I am.

Porque odio mi nombre, amada santa, ya que es tu enemigo.

Si lo hallara escrito en un papel, lo haría pedazos.

Juliet: My ears have not yet drunk a hundred words of thy tongue's uttering, yet I know the sound.

¿No eres Romeo, un Montague, para el colmo?

Ninguno de los dos, si alguno te disgusta.

Juliet: How camest 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.

With love's light wings did I o'erperch these walls, for stony limits cannot hold love out.

Es tan grande la audacia del amor, que tus parientes no pueden detenerme.

If they do see thee, te matan.

Romeo: Hay más peligro en tus ojos que en 20 espadas suyas.

Con solo una mirada de cariño, me resguardas de su odio.

No quiero que te vean, ni por el mundo entero.

Romeo: Me oculto de sus ojos tras el manto de la noche.

And, but thou love me, que me encuentren.

Prefiero que el odio acabe con mi vida, al hastío de esperar la muerte sin tu amor.

Juliet: By whose direction...?

¿Quién te indicó el camino hasta este...?

¿Sitio?

Sitio.

Sitio.

El amor fue el primero en incitarme y me dio pistas.

Yo le presté mis ojos.

I am no pilot.

Yet without as far as that vast shore washed with the farthest sea, I should adventure for such merchandise.

[Audience laughs] Thou knowest the mask of night is on my face.

[Giggles] Else would a maiden blush, bepaint my cheek for that which thou hast heard me speak tonight.

Fain would I dwell on form.

Fain, fain, deny what I have spoke.

But farewell compliment.

¿Me quieres?

I know thou wilt say "Ay," and I will take thy word.

Yet if thou swear'st, thou mayst prove false.

At lovers' perjuries, they say, Jove laughs.

La verdad, bello Romeo, es que me fascinas.

Y tal vez, por ello, me creas ligera.

Pero, trust me, gentleman, I'll prove more true than those that have more cunning to be strange.

I should have been more strange, I must confess.

But that thou overhurt'st, ere I was where.

My true love, passion.

Discúlpame.

Romeo: ¡Amor!

Te juro, por la santa luna que recubre de plata aquella... Juliet: ¿La luna?

Swear not by the inconstant moon, that monthly changes in her circled orb, lest that thy love prove likewise variable.

What shall I swear by?

Juliet: Do not swear at all.

Or if thou wilt, swear by thy gracious self, which is the god of my idolatry.

Y yo voy a creerte.

Si el tierno amor que hay en mi alma... Juliet: Well, do not swear.

Although I joy in thee, I have no joy of this contract tonight.

It is too rash, too unadvised, too sudden, too like the lightning, which doth cease to be ere one can say it lightens.

Buenas noches, cariño.

This bud of love, by summer's ripening breath, may prove a beauteous flower when next we meet.

Adiós.

[Audience laughs] Romeo: ¿Me dejarás así de insatisfecho?

¿Y qué satisfaction esperas esta noche?

[Audience laughs] Juliet: [Laughs] Romeo: Tu promesa de amor a cambio de la mía.

I gave thee mine before thou didst request it.

Pero ojalá pudiera dártela de nuevo.

My bounty is as boundless as the sea.

My love, as deep.

The more I give to thee, the more I have, for both are infinite.

Nurse: What Lamb!

Romeo: I hear some noise within.

Adiós, cariño mío.

Anon, good Nurse!

Sé fiel, Romeo, aguarda un momento.

No tardo.

¡Bendita noche, bendita!

Aunque temo que por ser de noche esto sea solo un sueño, un deleite excesivo para ser verdad.

Juliet: Tres palabras, Romeo, y buenas noches.

If that thy bent of love be honorable, thy purpose marriage, matrimonio, [Audience laughs] send me word tomorrow by one that I'll procure to come to thee, where and what time, thou will perform the rite, and all my fortunes at thy foot I'll lay, and follow thee, my lord, throughout the world.

Nurse: Madam!

Juliet: I come, anon!

Pero si no tienes buenas intenciones, te lo ruego... Nurse: Madam!

Juliet: By and by, I come!

Renuncia a este afán y déjame a mis penas.

Mañana te buscan.

¡Por mi salvación!

Mil veces, buenas noches.

Romeo: Y sin tu luz, mil veces peores.

El amor busca amor como el niño huye del libro.

Si se aleja el amor, cualquier página es fastidio.

Juliet: ¡Shhh, Romeo, shhh!

Romeo: Es mi alma.

¡Romeo!

¡Y me llama por mi nombre!

Qué timbre el de las voces amorosas de la noche, tan dulce a los oídos como música suave.

Juliet: Romeo!

Romeo: ¡Ave mía!

Juliet: [Giggles] What o'clock tomorrow shall I send to thee?

A las nueve.

Sin falta.

Serán 20 años de espera.

I have forgot why I did call thee back.

Romeo: Let me stand here till thou remember it.

Juliet: I shall forget to have thee still stand there, rememb'ring how I loved thy company.

[Audience laughs] Buenas noches.

[Laughs] Este adiós hiere con tal delicia que diría "buenas noches" hasta que asome el día.

[Laughs] Romeo: Que la paz viva en tu pecho, y el sueño, en tus ojos.

Fuese yo paz y sueño, y gozara ese reposo.

Hence will I to my ghostly baba's close cell, his help to crave, and my dear hap to tell!

[Cheering and applause] Friar Lawrence: The grey-eyed morn smiles on the frowning night, check'ring the eastern clouds with streaks of light and fleckled darkness like a drunkard reels from fourth day's path and titan's fiery wheels.

Now, ere the sun advance his burning eye, the day to cheer and night's dank dew to dry, I must upfill this osier cage of ours with baleful weeds and precious-juiced flowers.

For naught so vile that on the earth doth live, but to the earth some special good doth give.

Nor ought so good, but strained from that fair use, revolts from true birth, stumbling on abuse.

Virtue itself turns vice, being misapplied, and vice sometime by action dignified.

Ay-yah!

Friar John: Yah.

Friar Lawrence: Within the infant rind of this weak flower poison hath residence and medicine power.

For this being smelt, with that part cheers each part.

Being tasted stays all senses with the heart.

Romeo: Good morrow, Baba!

Friar Lawrence: Benedicite!

Romeo: [Laughs] Friar Lawrence: What early tongue so sweet saluteth me?

Young son, it argues a distempered head so soon to bid good morrow to thy bed.

Thou art uproused with some distemperature.

If not so, then here I hid it right.

Our Romeo hath not been in bed tonight.

That last is true.

The sweeter rest was mine.

Friar Lawrence: God pardon sin!

What's that with Rosaline?

Romeo: With Rosaline, my ghostly Baba, no.

I forgot that name, and that name's woe.

Friar Lawrence: That's my good son.

But where hast thou been then?

Romeo: I'll tell thee ere thou ask it me again.

I have been feasting with mine enemy, where on a sudden one hath wounded me that's by me wounded.

Friar Lawrence: Be plain, good son, and homely in thy drift.

Riddling confession finds but riddling shrift.

Romeo: Then plainly know my heart's dear love is set on the fair daughter of rich Capulet.

As mine on hers, so hers is set on mine, and all combined say what thou must combine by holy marriage.

When, and where, and how we met, we wooed, and made exchange of vow.

I'll tell thee as we pass, but this I pray, that thou consent to marry us today.

Friar Lawrence: Holy St.

Francis!

[Audience laughs] Friar Lawrence: What a change is here!

Is Rosaline, that thou didst love, so dear, so soon forsaken?

Young men's love, then, lies not truly in their hearts, but in their eyes.

[Audience laughs] Jesu Maria!

What a deal of brine hath washed thy sallow cheeks for Rosaline!

Thou chid'st me oft for loving Rosaline.

For doting, not for loving, pupil mine.

And bad'st me bury love.

Friar Lawrence: Not in a grave to lay one in, another out to have.

[Audience laughs] I pray thee, chide me not.

Her I love now, doth grace for grace and love for love allow.

The other did not so.

Friar Lawrence: O, she knew well thy love did read by rote that could not spell.

But come, young waverer.

Come, go with me.

In one respect I'll thy assistant be, for this alliance may so happy prove to turn your household's rancor to pure love.

Romeo: O!

Let us hence.

I stand on sudden haste.

Friar Lawrence: Wisely and slow.

They stumble that run fast.

Romeo: [Giggles] Mercutio: Where the devil should this Romeo be?

Came he not home tonight?

Benvolio: Not to his father's.

I spoke with his man.

Why, that same pale, hard-hearted wench, that Rosaline, torments him so that he will sure run mad.

Benvolio: Tybalt, the kinsman to old Capulet, hath sent a letter to his father's house.

Mercutio: A challenge on my life.

Benvolio: Romeo will answer it.

Mercutio: Any man that can write may answer a letter.

Benvolio: Nay, he will answer the letter's master.

How he dares being dared.

Mercutio: Alas, poor Romeo, he is already dead.

Stabbed with the white wench's black eye.

Run through the ear with a love song.

The very pin of his heart cleft with the blind bow-boy's butt-shaft.

[Audience laughs] And is he a man to encounter Tybalt?

Why, what is Tybalt?

More than the prince of cats?

O, he's the courageous captain of compliments.

He fights as you sing prick-song.

Keeps time, distance, and proportion.

He rests his minim rests.

One, two, and the third in your bosom.

The very butcher of a silk button.

A duelist, a duelist, a gentleman of the very first house and second cause.

Ah, the immortal passado, the punto reverso, the hay.

Benvolio: The what?

Mercutio: Talks of such antic, lisping, affecting phantasimes, these new tuners of accent.

"By Jesu, a very good blade, "a very tall man, a very good whore!"

Why is not this a lamentable thing, grandsire, that we should be thus afflicted by these strange flies, these fashion mongers, these pardon-me's who stand so much on the new form that they cannot sit at ease on the old bench?

Oh, their bones, their bones.

Benvolio: Here comes Romeo.

Mercutio: Without his row, like a dried herring.

Signior Romeo, bonjour.

There's a French salutation to your French slop.

You gave us the counterfeit fairly last night.

Good morrow to you.

What counterfeit did I give you?

Mercutio: The slip, sir, the slip.

Can you not conceive?

Pardon, good Mercutio.

My business was great.

And in such a case as mine, a man may strain courtesy.

Mercutio: That's as much to say such a case as yours constrains a man bow in the hams.

Meaning to courtesy.

Mercutio: Thou hast most kindly hid it.

Romeo: A most courteous exposition.

Mercutio: Nay, I am the very pink of courtesy.

Pink for flower?

Mercutio: Right.

Romeo: Why, then, is my pump well-flowered.

Mercutio: Come between us, good Benvolio.

My wits faint.

Switch and spurs, switch and spurs, or I'll cry a match.

Mercutio: Nay, if our wits run the wild-goose chase, I am done, for thou hast more of the wild goose in one of thy wits than I am sure I have in my whole 5.

Was I with you there for the goose?

[Audience laughs] Romeo: Thou was never with me for anything when thou was not there for the goose!

Mercutio: [Shouts] I will bite thee by the ear for that jest.

Romeo: Nay, good goose, bite not.

Mercutio: Thy wit is a very bitter sweeting.

It is a most sharp sauce.

And is it not, then, well-served unto the sweet goose?

Mercutio: O, here's a wit of cheveril, that stretches from an inch narrow to an ell broad.

Why, is not this better now than groaning for love?

Now art thou sociable.

Now art thou Romeo.

Now art thou what thou art, by art as well as nature.

For this driveling love is like a great natural that runs lolling up and down to hide his bauble in a hole.

Benvolio: Stop there, stop there.

Thou desirest me to stop in my tale against the hair.

Benvolio: Thou wouldst else have made thy tale large.

Mercutio: O, thou art deceived.

I would have made it short, for I was come to the very depth of my tale and meant indeed to occupy the argument no longer.

Romeo: Here's goodly gear, a sail, a sail!

Two.

Two, a shirt and a smock.

Nurse: Pedro.

Pedro: Anon.

Nurse: My fan, Pedro.

Mercutio: Good Pedro to hide her face, for her fan's the fairer face.

Nurse: God you good morrow, gentlemen.

Mercutio: God you good e'en, fair gentlewoman.

Nurse: Is it good e'en?

Mercutio: Tis no less, I tell you, for the body hand of the dial is now upon the prick of noon.

Nurse: Out upon you?

What a man are you.

One gentlewoman that God hath made himself to mar.

Nurse: Mm.

Gentlemen, can any of you tell me where I may find the young Romeo?

Romeo: I can tell you.

The young Romeo will be older when you have found him than he was when you sought him.

I am the youngest of that name, for fault of a worse.

Nurse: If you be he, sir, I desire some confidence with you.

Oh, she will indite him to some supper.

Mercutio: A bawd, a bawd, a bawd!

So, ho!

Romeo, will you come to your father's?

We'll to dinner thither.

Romeo: I will follow you.

Mercutio: Farewell, ancient lady.

[Audience laughs] Farewell, lady.

♪ Lady, lady ♪ Nurse: Ah!

[Audience laughs] [Audience laughs] I pray you, sir, what saucy merchant was this that was so full of his ropery?

Romeo: A gentleman, Nurse, that loves to hear himself talk and will speak more in a minute than he will stand to in a month.

Nurse: And he speak anything against me, I'll take him down.

[Audience laughs] Scurvy knave!

I am none of his flirt-gills, I am none of his skains-mates.

And thou must stand by, too, and suffer every knave to use me at his pleasure.

Pedro: I saw no man use you at his pleasure.

If I had, my weapon should quickly have been out.

Nurse: Now, for God, I am so vexed that every part about me quivers.

Scurvy knave.

I pray you, sir, a word.

And as I told you, my young lady bid me inquire you out.

Both: [Laughing] Nurse: What she bid me say, I will keep to myself.

But first, let me tell you, if you should lead her in a fool's paradise, as they say, it were a very gross kind of behavior, as they say, [Audience laughs] for the gentlewoman is young, and therefore, if you should deal double with her, truly, it were an ill thing to be offered to any gentlewoman, and very weak dealing.

Romeo: Nurse, commend me to thy lady and mistress.

I protest unto... Nurse: Good heart.

And in faith I will tell her as much.

Lord, Lord, she will be a joyful woman.

Romeo: What wilt thou tell her, Nurse?

Thou dost not mark me.

Nurse: I will tell her, sir, that you do protest, which I take it is a gentlemanlike offer.

Romeo: Bid her devise some means to come to shrift this afternoon, and there she shall at Friar Lawrence' cell, be shrived and married.

Here is for thy pains.

Nurse: No, truly, sir, not a penny.

This afternoon, sir?

Well, she shall be there.

Romeo: Commend me to thy mistress.

Nurse: Ay.

A thousand times.

- Pedro.

Pedro: Anon.

Nurse: Before and apace.

The clock struck 9 when I did send the Nurse.

In half an hour she promised to return.

Perchance she cannot meet him?

That's not so.

O, she is lame!

Now is the sun upon the highmost hill of this day's journey, and from 9 till 12 is 3 long hours, yet she is not come.

Had she affections and warm youthful blood, she would be as swift in motion as a ball.

My words would bandy her to my sweet love and his to me.

But old folks, many feign as they were dead, unwieldy, slow, heavy, and pale as lead.

O God, she comes.

O honey nurse, what news?

Pedro, espera afuera.

Hast thou met with him, now good sweet Nurse?

O, Lord, why lookest thou sad?

Though news be sad, yet tell them merrily.

If good, thou shamest the music of sweet news by playing it to me with so sour a face.

Nurse: I am aweary.

Give me leave awhile.

Fie, how my bones ache.

What a jaunt have I!

Juliet: I would thou hadst my bones, and I thy news.

Nay, come, I pray thee, speak.

Good, good Nurse, speak.

Nurse: Jesu, what haste!

Can you not stay awhile?

Do you not see that I am out of breath?

Juliet: How art thou out of breath when thou hast breath to say to me that thou art out of breath?

The excuse that thou dost make in this delay is longer than the tale thou dost excuse.

Is thy news good or bad?

Nurse: Well, you have made a simple choice.

You know not how to choose a man.

Romeo?

No.

Not he.

Lord, how my head aches.

What a head have I. It beats as it would fall in 20 pieces.

My back.

O' t' other side.

Ah, my back, my back!

Beshrew your heart for sending me about to catch my death with jaunting up and down.

Juliet: I' faith, I am sorry that thou art not well.

Sweet, sweet, sweet Nurse, tell me what says my love.

Nurse: Your love says, like an honest gentleman, and a courteous, and a kind, and a handsome, and I'll warrant a virtuous... Where is your mother?

Juliet: Where is my mother?

Why, she is within.

Where should she be?

How oddly thou repliest!

"Your love says, like an honest gentleman, "Where is your mother?"

Nurse: O God's, lady, dear.

Are you so hot?

Marry come up, I trow.

Is this the poultice for my aching bones?

Henceforward do your messages yourself.

Juliet: Here's such a coil!

Come, what says Romeo?

Nurse: Have you got leave to go to shrift today?

Juliet: I have.

Nurse: Then hie you hence to Friar Lawrence' cell.

There stays a husband to make you a wife.

Juliet: [Laughs] Nurse: Now comes the wanton blood up in your cheeks.

They'll be in scarlet straight at any news.

Hie you to church.

I must another way, to fetch a ladder by the which your love must climb a bird's nest soon when it is dark.

I am the drudge and toil in your delight, but you shall bear the burden soon at night.

[Laughs] Go, I'll to dinner.

Hie you to the cell.

Juliet: Hie to high fortune!

Honest nurse, farewell!

Friar Lawrence: So smile the heavens upon this holy act that after-hours with sorrow chide us not.

Romeo: Amen, amen.

But come what sorrow can, do thou but close our hands with holy words, then love-devouring death do what he dare, it is enough I may but call her mine.

Friar Lawrence: These violent delights have violent ends, and in their triumph die, like fire and powder which, as they kiss, consume.

Therefore love moderately, long love doth so.

Too swift arrives as tardy as too slow.

Here comes the lady.

O, so light a foot will ne'er wear out the everlasting flint.

Good even to my ghostly confessor.

Friar Lawrence: Romeo shall thank thee, daughter, for us both.

As much to him, else is his thanks too much.

Friar Lawrence: Come, come with me, and we will make short work, for, by your leaves, you shall not stay alone till Holy Church incorporate two in one.

♪ Romeo: Julieta, si tu dicha ya ha alcanzado la altura de la mía y puedes alabarla con mayor destreza, haz que tu... haz que tu aliento endulce el aire en nuestro entorno, que la voz de la música revele la alegría que compartimos por esta unión de amor en nuestras almas.

Juliet: Las promesas de amor lucen su esencia, no se engalanan con palabras leves.

Solo un mendigo cuenta su fortuna, pero mi amor ya alcanza tal medida, que aun la mitad resulta incalculable.

[Giggling] Both: [Laugh] Juliet: [Giggles] [Cheering and applause] Benvolio: I pray thee, good Mercutio, let's retire.

The day is hot, the Capels are abroad, and if we meet, we shall not 'scape a brawl.

For now, these hot days is the mad blood stirring.

[Cheering and applause] [Shushes] [Indistinct rumbling] [Laughter] Mercutio: Thou art like one of these fellows that, when he enters the confines of a tavern, claps me his sword upon the table and says, "God, send me no need of thee," and by the operation of the second cup draws him on the drawer when indeed there is no need.

Am I like such a fellow?

Nay, and there were two such, we should have none shortly, for one would kill the other.

Thou... Why, thou wilt quarrel with a man that hath a hair more or a hair less in his beard than thou hast.

Thou wilt quarrel with a man for cracking nuts, having no other reason but because thou hast hazel eyes.

What eye but such an eye would spy out such a quarrel?

Thou hast quarreled with a man for coughing in the street, because he hath wakened thy dog that hath lain asleep in the sun, and yet thou wilt tutor me from quarreling?

Benvolio: By my head, here comes Tybalt.

Mercutio: Follow me close.

A word with you.

Couple it with something, make it a word and a blow.

Tybalt: You shall find me apt enough to that, sir, and you will give me occasion.

[Laughs] Could you not take some occasion without giving?

Tybalt: O Mercutio, thou consortest with Romeo.

"Consort"?

What, dost thou make us minstrels?

[Laughter] An thou make minstrels of us look to hear nothing but discords.

Here's my fiddle-stick.

Here's that shall make you dance.

Zounds, "consort."

Tybalt: We talk here in the public haunt of men.

Mercutio: Men's eyes were made to look, and let them gaze.

Romeo: So ho!

Tybalt: Peace be with you, sir.

Here comes my man, Romeo!

The love I bear thee can afford no better term than this: Thou art a villain!

Romeo: Villain am I none!

Mercutio: Tybalt!

You rat-catcher, will you walk?

What would thou have with me?

Tybalt: Good King of Cats, nothing but one of your 9... All: [Screaming] Romeo: No!

[Pants] Mercutio: [Groans] Tybalt: [Chuckles] Romeo: [Pants] [Screams] [Panting] Mercutio: A plague o' both your houses.

[Breathes fast] Benvolio: Romeo, away, be gone.

Stand not amazed.

The prince will doom thee death if thou art taken.

Hence, be gone, away.

Romeo: O, I am Fortune's fool!

Benvolio: Why dost thou stay?

Romeo: [Pants] Prince: Where are the vile beginners of this fray?

Benvolio: O, noble prince!

I can discover all the unlucky manage of this fatal brawl.

There lies the man slain by young Romeo that slew thy kinsman, brave Mercutio.

Lady Capulet: Tybalt!

O my brother's child!

O prince!

O nephew!

Husband!

O, the blood is spilled of my dear kinsman.

Prince, as thou art true, for blood of ours shed blood of Montague.

Prince: Benvolio, who began this bloody fray?

Benvolio: Tybalt, there slain, whom Romeo's hand did slay.

Lady Capulet: He is a kinsman to the Montague.

Affection makes him false.

He speaks not true.

Some 20 of them fought in this black strike, and all those 20 could kill but one life.

I beg for justice, which thou, prince, must give.

Romeo slew Tybalt.

Romeo must not live!

Prince: Romeo slew him, he slew Mercutio.

Who now the price of his dear blood doth owe?

Montague: Not Romeo, Prince.

He was Mercutio's friend.

His fault concludes but what the law should end, the life of Tybalt.

Prince: And for that offense, immediately we do exile him hence.

Lady Montague: No!

Prince: I have an interest in your heart's proceedings.

My blood for your rude brawls doth lie a-bleeding.

But I'll immerse you with so strong a fine that you shall all repent the loss of mine.

Capulet and Montague: I pray you... I will be deaf to pleading and excuses, nor tears, nor prayers shall purchase out abuses, therefore use none.

Let Romeo hence in haste, else when he is found, that hour is his last.

Lady Montague: [Cries] Prince: Bear hence these bodies and attend our will.

Mercy but murders, pardoning those that kill.

[Soft, sorrowful music playing] ♪ Juliet: Gallop apace, you fiery-footed steeds, towards Phoebus' lodging.

Such a wagoner as Phaeton would whip you to the west and bring in cloudy night immediately.

Spread thy close curtain, love-performing night, that runaways' eyes may wink, and Romeo, leap to these arms, untalked of and unseen.

Lovers can see to do their amorous rites by their own beauties, or if love be blind, it best agrees with night.

Come, civil night, thou sober-suited matron all in black, and learn me how to lose a winning match played for a pair of stainless maidenhoods.

Ven, Romeo, luz de sombras, pues yaces en las alas de la noche más blanco que la nieve reciente en las plumas de un cuervo.

Trae a mi Romeo, and when I shall die, take him and cut him out in little stars, and he will make the face of heaven so fine that all the world will be in love with night and pay no worship to the garish sun.

[Audience laughs] So tedious is this day, as is the night before some festival to an impatient child that hath new robes and may not wear them.

[Giggles] Oh, here comes my nurse.

Ay me, what news?

We are undone, lady.

We are undone.

Alack the day, he's gone, he's killed, he's dead.

Can heaven be so envious?

Romeo can, though heaven cannot.

O, Romeo, Romeo, whoever would have thought it.

Nurse: Romeo... Juliet: What devil art thou that dost torment me thus?

Hath Romeo slain himself?

Tybalt is gone, and Romeo, banished.

Romeo, they killed him, he is banished.

Juliet: O serpent heart hid with a flow'ring face.

Beautiful tyrant, fiend angelical, despised substance of divinest show, just opposite to what thou justly seem'st.

[Breathes fast and tremulously] Was ever book containing such vile matter so fairly bound?

O, that deceit should dwell in such a gorgeous palace!

Nurse: There's no trust, no faith, no honesty in men.

Juliet: [Pants] Nurse: All perjured, all foresworn, all naught, all dissemblers.

Shame come to Romeo!

Juliet: Blistered be thy tongue for such a wish!

He was not born to shame.

Upon his brow shame is ashamed to sit.

O, what a beast was I to chide at him.

Nurse: Will you speak well of him that killed your cousin?

Shall I speak ill of him that is my husband?

But wherefore, villain, didst thou kill my cousin?

That villain cousin would have killed my husband.

[Laughs] Back, foolish tears, back to your native spring.

My husband lives that Tybalt would have slain.

And Tybalt's dead that would have slain my husband.

All this is comfort.

[Cries] Wherefore weep I then?

Come, nurse, I'll to my wedding bed.

And death, not Romeo, take my maidenhead.

Nurse: Hie to your chamber.

I'll find Romeo to comfort you.

I wot well where he is.

Hark you.

Shh.

Your Romeo will be here at night.

I'll to him.

He is hid at Lawrence' cell.

Find him.

Give this ring to my true knight, and bid him come to take his last farewell.

Friar Lawrence: Romeo, come forth.

Come forth, thou fearful man.

Romeo: Baba, what news?

What less than doomsday is the Prince's doom?

Friar Lawrence: A gentler judgment vanished from his lips.

Not body's death, but body's banishment.

Ha... Banishment?

Be merciful, say "death," for exile hath more terror in his look, much more than death.

Do not say "banishment."

Thou cutt'st my head off with a golden ax and smilest upon the stroke that murders me.

Friar Lawrence: O deadly sin!

O rude unthankfulness!

Thy fault our law calls death.

But the kind prince, taking thy part, hath rushed aside the law, and turned that black word "death" to "banishment."

This is dear mercy, and thou seest it not.

Romeo: 'Tis torture and not mercy.

Heaven is here, where Juliet lives, and every cat and dog and little mouse, every unworthy thing live here in heaven and may look on her, but Romeo may not.

Hadst thou no poison mixed, no sharp-ground knife, no sudden mean of death, ne'er so mean, but "banished" to kill me?

Banished?

O Friar, the damned did use that word in hell!

Friar Lawrence: I'll give thee armor to keep off that word.

Adversity's sweet milk, philosophy, to comfort thee, though thou art banished.

Romero: Hang up philosophy!

Unless philosophy can make a Juliet, displant a town, reverse a prince's doom, it helps not, it prevails not.

Talk no more.

O, then I see that madmen have no ears.

How should they, when that wise man have no eyes?

Let me dispute with thee of thy estate.

Thou canst not speak of that thou dost not feel.

[Sobs] Were thou as young as I, Juliet, thy love, an hour but married, Tybalt murdered, doting like me, and like me... banished, then mightst thou speak.

Then mightst thou tear thy hair and fall upon the ground as I do now, taking the measure of an unmade grave.

Nurse: O holy Baba!

O, tell me, holy Baba, where's my lady's lord?

Where's Romeo?

Friar Lawrence: There on the ground, with his own tears made drunk.

Nurse: O!

He is even in my mistress' case, just in her case, even so lies she, blubb'ring and weeping, weeping and blubb'ring.

Stand up.

[Audience laughs] Stand up.

Stand.

You be a man.

For Juliet's sake.

For her sake, rise and stand.

Romeo: Nurse!

Nurse: Ah, sir, ah, sir.

Death's the end of all.

Romeo: Spakest thou of Juliet?

How is it with her?

What says my concealed lady to our cancelled love?

Nurse: O, she says nothing, sir, but weeps and weeps and now falls on her bed and then starts up, and Tybalt calls, and then on Romeo cries, and then down falls again.

As if that name, shot from the deadly level of a gun, did murder her.

As that name's cursed hand murdered her kinsman.

[Sobs] Tell me, Baba, tell me, in what vile part of this anatomy doth my name lodge?

Tell me that I may sack the hateful mansion!

Friar Lawrence: Hold thy desperate hand!

Art thou a man?

Thy wild acts denote the unreasonable fury of a beast.

Thou hast amazed me.

By my holy order, I thought thy disposition better tempered.

Hast thou slain Tybalt?

Wilt thou slay thyself and slay thy lady that in thy life lives by doing damned hate upon thyself?

What, rouse thee, man!

Romeo: [Breathes shakily] [Sobs] Friar Lawrence: Thy Juliet is alive.

For whose dear sake thou wast but lately dead, there art thou happy.

Tybalt would kill thee, but thou slew'st Tybalt: there art thou happy.

The law that threatened death becomes thy friend and turns it to exile.

There art thou happy.

A pack of blessings light upon thy back.

Go, get thee to thy love as was decreed.

Ascend her chamber, hence, and comfort her.

But look thou stay not till the watch be set, for then thou canst not pass to Mantua, where thou shalt live till we can find a time to blaze your marriage, reconcile your friends, beg pardon of the Prince, and call thee back with twenty hundred thousand times more joy than thou went'st forth in lamentation.

Go before, nurse.

Commend me to thy lady and bid her hasten all the house to bed, which heavy sorrow makes them apt unto.

Romeo is coming.

Nurse: O Lord.

[Audience laughs] I could have stayed here all the night to hear good counsel.

O, what learning is.

My lord, I'll tell my lady you will come.

Do so, and bid my sweet prepare to chide.

Nurse: Ah, sir.

A ring she bid me give you, sir.

Hie you, make haste, for it grows very late.

Romeo: How well my comfort is revived by this.

Friar Lawrence: Go hence, 'tis late.

Adiós.

Buenas noches.

Romeo: But that a joy past joy calls out on me, it were a grief so brief to part with thee.

Capulet: Things have fallen out, sir, so unluckily that we have had no time to move our daughter.

Look you, she loved her kinsman Tybalt dearly, and so did I. Well, we were born to die.

[Audience laughs] O 'tis very late.

She'll not come down tonight.

I promise you, but for your company I would have been abed an hour ago.

Paris: These times of woe afford no times to woo.

Madam, good night.

Commend me to your daughter.

Lady Capulet: I will.

And know her mind early tomorrow.

Tonight she's mewed up to her heaviness.

Capulet: Sir Paris, I will make a desperate tender of my child's love.

I think she will be ruled in all respects by me.

Nay more, I doubt it not.

Wife, go you to her ere you go to bed.

Acquaint her here of my son Paris' love, and bid her, mark you me, on Wednesday next.

But soft, what day is this?

Monday, my lord.

Capulet: Monday.

[Laughs] Well, Wednesday is too soon.

O' Thursday let it be.

O' Thursday.

Tell her she shall be married to this noble earl.

Will you be ready?

And do you like this haste?

We'll keep no great ado, a friend or two, for, hark you, Tybalt being slain so late it may be thought we held him carelessly, being our kinsman, if we revel much.

But what say you to Thursday?

Paris: My lord, I would that Thursday were tomorrow.

Capulet: Well, get you gone.

[Audience laughs] O' Thursday be it, then.

Farewell, my lord.

Light to my chamber, ho!

Afore me, it is so very late that we may call it early by and by.

Good night.

Lady Capulet: [Giggles] [Audience laughs] [Soft music playing] [Birds chirping] Juliet: ¿Por qué te vas si no amanece aún?

Fue el ruiseñor y no la alondra quien cruzó el umbral temeroso de tu oído.

Romeo: Fue la alondra, el heraldo de la aurora, no el ruiseñor.

Debo partir para seguir viviendo o quedarme a morir.

Juliet: Yo sé que aquella luz no es luz del día.

Quédate un poco más.

No tienes que partir.

Romeo: Que me hagan prisionero, que me maten.

Si tú lo quieres, yo estaré de acuerdo.

Muerte, sé bienvenida.

[riendo] ¡Así lo quiere Julieta!

¿Qué me dices, amor?

Hablemos.

Aún no amanece.

Juliet: Pero sí es.

Sí es.

Uy, deprisa.

Vete.

[Breathes fast] Es la alondra que canta y desafina con toscas armonías y discordancias.

Separa nuestros cuerpos y nos quita la paz con cantinelas matutinas.

Ya vete.

La luz del día crece más y más.

Romeo: Y tanto más la sombra de nuestro pesar.

Nurse: Madam.

Juliet: Nurse?

Nurse: Your lady mother is coming to your chamber.

The day is broke.

Be wary.

Look about.

Juliet: Then, window, let day in and let life out.

Are thou gone so?

Esposo, amigo, amado, dueño, debo saber de ti a todas horas pues en cada minuto hay muchos días.

Romeo: Adiós, adiós.

Un beso y ya desciendo.

Lady Capulet: Daughter?

Are you up?

Juliet: [Breathes fast] Who is that calls?

It is my lady mother.

Is she not down so late or up so early?

Lady Capulet: Why, how now, Juliet?

Juliet: [Voice trembling] Madam, I am not well.

Lady Capulet: Evermore weeping for your cousin's death?

What, wilt thou wash him from his grave with tears?

Juliet: Yet let me weep for such a feeling loss.

Lady Capulet: So shall you feel the loss, but not the friend which you weep for.

Feeling so the loss, I cannot choose but ever weep the friend.

Lady Capulet: Well, girl... [Audience laughs] Lady Capulet: ...thou weep'st not so much for his death as that the villain lives which slaughtered him.

Juliet: What villain, madam?

Lady Capulet: That same villain Romeo.

Romeo: Villain... [Breathes fast] ...and he be many miles asunder.

God, pardon him.

I do, with all my heart, and yet no man like he doth grieve my heart.

Lady Capulet: That is because a traitor murderer lives.

Juliet: Ay, madam, from the reach of these my hands, would none but I might venge my cousin's death.

Lady Capulet: We will have vengeance for it.

Fear thee not, then weep no more.

Juliet: [Sobs] Lady Capulet: I'll send to one in Mantua, where that same banished runagate doth live, shall give him such an unaccustomed dram that he shall soon keep Tybalt company.

And then, I hope, thou wilt be satisfied.

Juliet: Indeed, I never shall be satisfied with Romeo till I behold him.

Dead.

[Audience laughs] Is my poor heart, so for a kinsman vexed.

Lady Capulet: But now, I'll tell thee joyful tidings, girl.

Juliet: And joy comes well in such a needy time.

What are they, beseech your Ladyship?

Lady Capulet: Well, well, thou hast a careful father, child, one who, to put thee from thy heaviness, hath sorted out a sudden day of joy that thou expects not, nor I looked not for.

Juliet: Madam, in happy time, what day is that?

Lady Capulet: Marry, my child, Early next Thursday morn, the gallant, young, and noble gentleman, the County Paris, at St.

Peter's Church shall happily make thee there a joyful bride.

Juliet: Now by St.

Peter's Church and Peter too, he shall not make me there a joyful bride!

I wonder at this haste, that I must wed ere he that should be husband comes to woo.

I pray you, tell my lord and father, madam, I will not marry yet.

And when I do, I swear it shall be Romeo, whom you know I hate... [Audience laughs] ...rather than Paris.

These are news indeed.

Lady Capulet: Here comes your father.

Tell him so yourself and see how he will take it at your hands.

Capulet: When the sun sets, the earth doth drizzle dew, but for the sunset of my brother's son it rains downright.

How now?

A conduit, girl?

What, still in tears?

Ever more show'ring.

In one little body thou counterfeits a bark, a sea, a wind.

For still thy eyes, which I may call the sea, do ebb and flow with tears.

The bark thy body is, sailing on this salt flood.

The winds thy sighs, who, raging with thy tears and they with them, without a sudden calm, will overset thy tempest-tossed body.

Juliet: [Cries] Capulet: How now, wife?

Have you delivered to her our decree?

Lady Capulet: Ay, sir, but she will none.

She gives you thanks.

I would the fool were married to her grave.

Capulet: Soft.

Take me with you.

Take me with you, wife.

[Audience laughs] How will she none?

Doth she not give us thanks?

Is she not proud?

Doth she not count her blessed, unworthy as she is, that we have wrought so worthy a gentleman to be her bride?

Not proud you have, but thankful that you have.

Proud can I never be of what I hate, but thankful even for hate that is meant love.

How, how, how, how?

[Audience laughs] Chopped logic?

What is this?

"Proud," and "I thank you," and "I thank you not," and yet "not proud"?

Mistress minion, you.

Thank me no thankings, nor proud me no prouds, but fettle your fine joints 'gainst Thursday next to go with Paris to St.

Peter's Church, or I will drag thee on a hurdle thither!

Out, you green-sickness carrion.

Out, you baggage, you tallow face!

Lady Capulet: Fie, fie!

What, are you mad?

Juliet: Dear father, I beseech you on my knees.

Hear me with patience but to speak a word.

Capulet: Damn thee!

Disobedient wretch.

I tell thee what.

[Audience laughs] Get thee to church o' Thursday, or never after look me in the face.

Speak not, reply not, do not answer me.

My fingers itch.

Nurse: God in heaven bless her.

You are to blame, my lord, to rate her so.

And why, my Lady Wisdom?

Hold your tongue, Good Prudence, smatter with your gossips, go.

Nurse: I speak no treason.

Capulet: O, God 'i' g' eden!

Nurse: May not one speak.

Capulet: Peace, you mumbling fool.

Utter your gravity o'er a gossip's bowl, for here we need it not.

Lady Capulet: You are too hot.

Capulet: God's bread, it makes me mad!

Day, night, hour, tide, time, work, play, alone, in company!

Still my care hath been to have her matched.

And having now provided a gentleman of noble parentage, of fair demesnes, youthful and nobly ligned, stuffed, as they say, with honorable parts, proportioned as one's thought would wish a man.

And then to have a wretched, puling fool, a whining mammet in her fortune's tender to answer, "I'll not wed.

I cannot love.

"I am too young.

"I pray you, pardon me."

But an you will not wed, I'll pardon you!

Graze where you will, you shall not house with me.

Look to 't.

Think on 't.

I do not use to jest.

Thursday is near.

Lay hand on heart, advise.

And you be mine.

I'll give you to my friend.

And you be not rot, beg, starve, die in the streets, for, by my soul, I'll ne'er acknowledge thee.

Nor what is mine shall never do thee good.

Trust to 't, bethink you, I'll not be forsworn.

Juliet: [Laughs] Is there no pity sitting in the clouds that sees into the bottom of my grief?

O, nurse, how shall this be prevented?

What sayst thou?

Hast thou not a word of joy?

Some comfort, Nurse.

Nurse: Faith, here it is.

Romeo is banished.

And all the world to nothing that he dares ne'er come back to challenge you.

Or if he do, it needs must be by stealth.

Then, since the case so stands as now it doth, I think it best you marry with the County.

O, he's a lovely gentleman.

Beshrew my very heart, I think you are happy in this second match, for it excels your first.

Or if it did not, your first is dead, or 'twere as good he were as living here, and you no use of him.

Speak'st thou from thy heart?

Nurse: And from my soul too, else beshrew them both.

Juliet: Amen.

Nurse: What?

Well, thou hast comforted me marvelous much.

Go in and tell my lady I am gone, having displeased my father to Lawrence' cell, to make confession and to be absolved.

Marry, I will, and this is wisely done.

Go, counselor.

Thou and my bosom shall henceforth be twain.

I'll to the Friar to know his remedy.

If all else fail, myself have power to die.

Friar Lawrence: On Thursday, sir?

Paris: Mm-hmm.

[Laughs] Paris: [Laughs] [Audience laughs] Friar Lawrence: Thursday... Come, Phila.

The time is very short.

My father Capulet will have it so, and I am nothing slow to slack his haste.

Friar Lawrence: You say you do not know the lady's mind?

Uneven is the course.

I like it not.

Paris: Immoderately she weeps for Tybalt's death, and therefore have I little talk of love, for Venus smiles not in a house of tears.

Now, sir, her father counts it dangerous that she do give her sorrow so much sway, and in his wisdom hastes our marriage to stop the inundation of her tears.

Now, do you know the reason of this haste?

I would I knew not why it should be slowed.

Look, sir, here comes the lady toward my cell.

Paris: Happily met, my lady, and my wife.

That may be, sir, when I may be a wife.

Paris: That "may be," must be, love, on Thursday next.

What must be shall be.

That's a certain text.

[Audience laughs] Paris: Come you to make confession to this father?

Paris: To answer that, I should confess to you.

Well, do not deny to him that you love me.

[Laughs] [Audience laughs] I will confess to you that I love him.

Friar Lawrence: [Chuckles] [Audience laughs] So will you, I'm sure, that you love me.

Juliet: If I do so, it will be of more price being spoke behind your back than to your face.

Paris: Poor soul.

Thy face is much abused with tears.

Juliet: The tears have got small victory by that, for it was bad enough before their spite.

Are you at leisure, holy father, now, or shall I come to you at evening Mass?

My leisure serves me, pensive daughter, now.

My lord, we must entreat the time alone.

God shield I should disturb devotion.

[Chuckles] Juliet.

[Audience laughs] Paris: On Thursday early will I rouse you.

Till then, adieu, and keep this holy kiss.

Juliet: O, shut the door.

[Audience laughs] Juliet: And when thou hast done so, come weep with me past hope, past care, past hell!

Friar Lawrence: O Juliet, I hear thou must, and nothing may prorogue it, on Thursday next be married to this County.

Juliet: Tell me not, Friar, that thou hearest of this, unless thou tell me how I may prevent it.

If in thy wisdom thou canst give no help, do thou but call my resolution wise, and with this knife I'll help it presently.

God joined my heart and Romeo's, thou our hands.

And ere this hand, by thee to Romeo's sealed, shall be the label to another deed, or my true heart with treacherous revolt turn to another, this shall slay them both.

Be not so long to speak.

I long to die, if what thou speak'st speak not of remedy.

Friar Lawrence: Hold, daughter!

I do spy a kind of hope, which craves as desperate an execution as that is desperate which we would prevent.

Juliet: [Panting] Friar Lawrence: Go home.

Be merry.

Give consent to marry Paris.

Wednesday is tomorrow.

Tomorrow night look that thou lie alone.

Let not the Nurse lie with thee in thy chamber.

Take thou this vial, being then in bed, and this distilling liquor drink thou off.

When presently through all thy veins shall run a cold and drowsy humor, for no pulse shall keep his native progress, but surcease, no warmth, no breath shall testify thou livest.

And in this borrowed likeness of shrunk death thou shalt continue two and forty hours, and then awake as from a pleasant sleep.

Now, when the bridegroom in the morning comes to rouse thee from thy bed, there art thou dead.

Then, as the manner of our country is, thou shalt be born to that same ancient vault where all the kindred of the Capulets lie.

In the meantime, against thou shalt awake, shall Romeo, by my letters, know our drift, and hither shall he come.

And he and I will watch thy waking, and that very night shall Romeo bear thee hence to Mantua.

And this shall free thee from this present shame, if no inconstant toy nor fear abate thy valor in the acting it.

Juliet: Give me.

Give me.

O tell not me of fear.

Friar Lawrence: Hold, get you gone, be strong and prosperous in this resolve.

I'll send Didi John with speed to Mantua with my letters to thy lord.

Juliet: Love give me strength, and strength shall help afford.

Farewell, dear father.

Capulet: How now, my headstrong, where have you been gadding?

Where I have learned me to repent the sin of disobedient opposition to you and your behests, and am enjoined by holy Lawrence to fall prostrate here and beg your pardon.

Pardon, I beseech you.

Henceforward I am ever ruled by you.

Capulet: Send for the county.

Go tell him of this.

I'll have this knot knit up tomorrow morning.

I met the youthful lord at Lawrence' cell and gave him what becomed love I might, not stepping o'er the bounds of modesty.

Capulet: Why, I am glad on it.

This is well.

Stand up.

[Chuckles] This is as it should be.

[Laughs] Now, afore God, this reverend holy friar, all our whole city is much bound to him.

Juliet: Nurse, will you go with me into my closet and help me sort such needful ornaments as you think fit to furnish me tomorrow?

No, not till Thursday.

There is time enough.

Capulet: Go, Nurse, go with her.

We'll to church tomorrow.

We shall be short in our provision.

'Tis now near night.

Capulet: Tush!

I will stir about, and all things shall be well, I warrant thee, wife.

Go thou to Juliet, help to deck up her.

I'll not to bed tonight.

Let me alone.

I'll play the housewife for this once.

What, ho!

My heart is wondrous light since this same wayward girl is so reclaimed.

Juliet: Ay, those attires are best.

Lady Capulet: What, are you busy?

Need you my help?

Juliet: No, madam.

We have culled such necessaries as are behooveful for our state tomorrow.

So please you, let me now be left alone.

And let the Nurse this night sit up with you, for I am sure you have your hands full all in this so sudden business.

Lady Capulet: Good night, and get thee to bed and rest... For thou hast need.

Juliet: Farewell.

God knows when we shall meet again.

[Panting] I have a faint cold fear thrills through my veins that almost freezes up the heat of life.

I'll call them back again to comfort me!

Nurse!

What should she do here?

My dismal scene I needs must act alone.

Come, vile.

What if this mixture do not work at all?

Shall I be married then tomorrow morning?

No, no!

This shall forbid it.

Lie thou there.

What if it be a poison which the friar subtly hath ministered to have me dead?

Lest in this marriage he should be dishonored because he married me before to Romeo.

I fear it is, And yet methinks it should not, for he hath still been tried a holy man.

How if, when I am laid into the tomb, I wake before the time that Romeo come to redeem me?

There's a fearful point.

Shall I not then be stifled in the vault to whose foul mouth no healthsome air breathes in and there die, strangled, ere my Romeo comes?

Or if I live, is it not very like the horrible conceit of death and night together with the terror of the place, as in a vault, an ancient receptacle, where for this many hundred years the bones of all my buried ancestors are packed.

Where bloody Tybalt, yet but green in earth, lies festering in his shroud.

Where, as they say, at some hours in the night, spirits resort!

[Gasps] Alack, alack.

[Panting] Is it not like that I, so early waking, what with loathsome smells, and shrieks like mandrakes torn out of the earth, that living mortals, hearing them, run mad?

Oh, look.

Methinks I see my cousin's ghost seeking out Romeo, who did spit his body upon a bullet's point.

Stay, Tybalt, stay!

[Panting] No tardo.

He aquí el licor.

Brindo por ti.

[Panting] ♪ Nurse: Mistress!

What, mistress!

Juliet!

Fast, I warrant her.

She-- Why, lamb, why, lady!

Fie, slug-a-bed.

Why, love, I say.

Madam, sweetheart.

Why, bride!

What, not a word?

You take your pennyworths now.

Sleep for a week, for the next night, I warrant, the County Paris hath set up his rest that you shall rest but little.

God forgive me.

Marry, and amen.

How sound is she asleep.

What, dressed, and in your clothes, and down again?

I must needs wake you.

Lady.

Lady.

Lady.

[Sobs] Alas.

Alas, help!

Help!

Lady Capulet: What noise is here?

Nurse: O lamentable day.

Lady Capulet: What is the matter?

Nurse: Look, look!

O heavy day.

Lady Capulet: O me.

O me, my child.

My only life!

Revive, look up, or I will die with thee.

Help!

Help, call help!

Capulet: For shame, bring Juliet forth, her lord is come.

Nurse: She's dead, alack the day!

Capulet: Ha, let me see her.

Friar Lawrence: Come, is the bride ready to go to church?

[Audience laughs] Capulet: Ready to go, but never to return.

O son, the night before thy wedding day, hath death lain with thy wife.

There she lies, flower as she was, deflowered by him.

Death is my son-in-law, death is my heir.

My daughter he hath wedded.

I will die and leave him all: life, living, all is death's.

Have I thought long to see this morning's face?

and doth it give me such a sight as this?

All things that we ordained festival, turn from their office to black funeral.

Friar Lawrence: Everyone prepare to follow this fair course unto her grave.

The heavens do lower upon you for some ill.

Move them no more by crossing their high will.

[Crying] ♪ If I may trust the flattering truth of sleep, my dreams presage some joyful news at hand.

My bosom's lord sits lightly in his throne, and all this day a none accustomed spirit lifts me above the ground with cheerful thoughts.

I dreamt my lady came and found me dead, strange dream that gives a dead man leave to think.

And breathed such life with kisses in my lips that I revived and was an emperor.

Qué dulce es el amor ya consumado, cuando su mera sombra abunda en dichas.

Ooh, news from Verona!

[Shouts in excitement] How now, Balthasar, dost thou not bring me letters from the Friar?

How doth my lady?

Is my father well?

How doth my Juliet?

That I ask again, for nothing can be ill if she be well.

Balthasar: Then she is well, and nothing can be ill.

Her body sleeps in Capel's monument, and her immortal part with angels lives.

I saw her laid low in her kindred's vault, and presently took post to tell it you.

O, pardon me for bringing these ill news, since you did leave it for my office, sir.

Romeo: Is it e'en so?

[Sobs] ¡Estrellas!

¡Yo las desafío!

Thou knowest my lodging.

Get me ink and paper, I will hence tonight.

Balthasar: I do beseech you, have patience.

Your looks are pale and wild, and do import some misadventure.

Romeo: Tush!

Thou art deceived.

Leave me, and do the thing I bid thee do.

Hast thou no letters to me from the friar?

Balthasar: No, my good lord.

Romeo: No matter, get thee gone.

I'll be with thee straight.

Julieta, esta noche he de yacer contigo.

[Panting and groaning] Let's see for means.

O, mischief.

Thou art swift to enter in the thoughts of desperate men.

I do remember an apothecary, and hereabouts she dwells.

As I remember this should be the house.

What, ho!

Apothecary!

Apothecary: Who calls... so... loud?

Romeo: I see that thou art poor.

Hold!

There are 40 ducats.

Let me have some dram of poison, such soon-speeding gear as will disperse itself through all the veins, that the life-weary taker may fall dead, and that the trunk may be discharged of all breath.

Apothecary: Such mortal drugs I have, but Mantua's law is death to any he that utters them.

Art thou so bare, and full of wretchedness, and fearest to die?

[Laughs] Famine is in thy cheeks.

Need and oppression starveth in thine eyes.

Contempt and beggary hangs upon thy back.

The world is not thy friend, nor the world's law.

The world affords no law to make thee rich, then be not poor, but break it, and take this.

My poverty, but not my will, consents.

Romeo: I pay thy poverty and not thy will.

Put this in any liquid thing you will, and drink it off.

And if you had the strength of 20 men, it would dispatch you straight.

Romeo: There is thy gold, worse poison to our souls, doing more murder in this loathsome world than these poor compounds thou mayst not sell.

I sell thee poison.

Thou hast sold me none.

Farewell.

Ven, amigo y no veneno, a la tumba de Julieta, que ahí tendrás empleo.

Friar John: Baba Lawrence!

Friar Lawrence: Welcome from Mantua!

What says Romeo?

Or if his mind be writ, give me his letter.

Friar John: Going to find a barefoot brother out, one of our orders, to associate me here in this city.

And finding him, the searchers of our town, suspecting that we both were in the house, sealed up the doors and would not let us forth.

So that my speed to Mantua there was stayed.

Friar Lawrence: Who bare my letter then to Romeo?

Friar John: I could not send it, nor get a messenger to bring it thee.

Here it is again.

Friar Lawrence: Unhappy fortune!

The letter was not nice, but full of charge, of dear import.

And the neglecting it may do much danger.

Didi John, go hence, get me an iron bar and bring it straight unto my cell.

Friar John: Brother, I'll go and bring it thee.

Now must I to the monument alone.

Within this 3 hours will fair Juliet wake.

She will beshrew me much that Romeo hath had no notice of these accidents.

Poor living corse, closed in a dead man's tomb.

♪ Romeo: Here lies Juliet.

And her beauty makes this vault a feasting presence full of light.

O... my love.

Dueña mía.

Death, that hath sucked the honey of thy breath hath had no power yet upon thy beauty.

Amada Julieta, ¿por qué sigues tan hermosa?

¿Debo creer que la intangible muerte, esa bestia aborrecible y descarnada, se ha enamorado y te ha vuelto prisionera de las sombras para hacerte su amante?

Oh, si es sí, me quedaré contigo, y nunca más saldré de este oscuro palacio de la noche.

Ojos, vean por última vez.

Brazos, den el abrazo final.

Y labios, umbrales del espíritu, sellen con un beso de amor puro este acuerdo intemporal con la muerte codiciosa.

♪ [Panting] Hoy brindo por mi amor.

[Panting] ♪ [Groans] [Gasps for breath] O true apothecary!

Thy drugs are quick.

[Panting] Y ahora, con un beso... [Groans] Juliet: Romeo!

[Chuckles] [Laughs] ♪ Romeo?

♪ [Panting] ♪ Romeo!

[Sobs] What's here?

A cup closed in my true love's hand?

♪ Poison, I see, hath been his timeless end.

[Sobs] ¡Oh, egoísta!

[Cries] Drunk all and left no friendly drop to help me after?

I will kiss thy lips.

Haply some poison, yet doth hang on them to make me die with a restorative.

♪ [Gasps] [Coughs] [Panting] Esposo, amigo, amado... [Panting] ...dueño.

♪ First Watch: Go, tell the prince.

Third Watch: Here is Romeo's man.

I found him in the churchyard.

Hold him in safety till the prince come hither.

Third Watch: Here's a friar that trembles, sighs, and weeps.

A great suspicion!

Stay the friar too.

Prince: What misadventure is so early up that calls our person from our morning rest?

Capulet: What should it be that is so shrieked abroad?

Lady Capulet: O, the people in the streets cry "Romeo," some "Juliet."

First Watch: Sovereign, here lies Romeo dead, and Juliet, dead before, warm and new-killed.

Capulet: O, heavens!

Lady Capulet: O this sight of death is as a bell that warns my old age to a sepulcher.

Prince: Come, Montague, for thou art early up to see thy son and heir now early down.

Montague: Alas, my liege, my wife is dead tonight.

Grief of my son's exile hath stopped her breath.

What further woe conspires against mine age?

Prince: Look, and thou shalt see.

Montague: O... thou untaught!

What manners is in this to press before thy father to a grave?

Prince: Where be these enemies?

Capulet, Montague, see what a scourge is laid upon your hate, that heaven finds means to kill your joys with love.

And I, for winking at your discords too, have lost a kinsmen.

All are punished.

Capulet: O, brother Montague, give me thy hand.

This is my daughter's jointure, for no more can I demand.

Montague: But I can give thee more.

For I will ray her statue in pure gold, that whilst Verona by that name is known, there shall no figure at such rate be set as that of true and faithful Juliet.

Capulet: As rich shall Romeo's by his ladies lie, poor sacrifices of our enmity.

Prince: Go hence to have more talk of these sad things.

Some shall be pardoned, and some punished, for never was a story of more woe que la de Julieta y su Romeo.

Friar Lawrence: ♪ Two households ♪ ♪ Both alike in dignity ♪ ♪ In Nueva Verona ♪ ♪ Where we lay our scene ♪ ♪ From ancient grudge broke to new ♪ Nurse: ♪ Mutiny ♪ ♪ Where civil blood ♪ ♪ Made civil hands unclean ♪ Friar Lawrence and Nurse: ♪ From forth ♪ ♪ The fatal loins of these two foes ♪ ♪ A pair of star-crossed lovers ♪ ♪ Took their life ♪ ♪ Whose misadventured piteous overthrows ♪ Full company: ♪ Did with their death ♪ ♪ Bury their parents' strife ♪ ♪ ♪ Si nos otorgan ♪ ♪ Su atención ♪ ♪ Sabremos enmendar nuestras faltas ♪ ♪ Con empeño ♪ ♪ Si nos otorgan ♪ ♪ Su atención ♪ ♪ Sabremos enmendar nuestras faltas ♪ ♪ Con empeño ♪ ♪ Si nos otorgan ♪ ♪ Su atención ♪ ♪ Sabremos enmendar nuestras faltas ♪ ♪ Con empeño ♪ ♪ Si nos otorgan ♪ ♪ Su atención ♪ ♪ Sabremos enmendar nuestras faltas ♪ ♪ Con empeño ♪ [Music fades] [Cheering and applause] Singer: ♪ Uno, dos, tres, posa ♪ ♪ [Cheering and applause] ♪ [Cheering and applause] ♪ [Cheering and applause] ♪ [Cheering and Applause] ♪ [Cheering and applause] ♪ Andres Jimenez: ♪ Nueva Yol ♪ Bad Bunny: ♪ Si te quieres divertir ♪ ♪ Con encanto y con primor ♪ ♪ Pero ¿qué es esto?

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Bad Bunny: ♪ 4 de julio, 4th de July ♪ ♪ Ando con mi primo, borracho, rulay ♪ ♪ Los mío' en El Bronx saben la que hay ♪ ♪ Con la nota en high por Washington Heights ♪ ♪ Willie Colón, me dicen "el malo", ey ♪ ♪ Porque pasan los años y sigo ♪ ♪ ¿Cómo Bad Bunny va a ser rey del pop, ey?

♪ ♪ Con reggaetón y dembow, ey ♪ ♪ Me siento como el Lapiz en "Capea El Dough" ♪ ♪ Cuando yo nací, fue que nació el flow ♪ ♪ De la'o a la'o, ping-pong ♪ ♪ De la'o a la'o, ping-pong ♪ ♪ Con silenciador les robamo' las gata' ♪ ♪ James Bond, ey ♪