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Romeo and Juliet Translation Human action 3, Scene 1

MERCUTIO, his page, and BENVOLIO enter with other men.

BENVOLIO

I pray thee, good Mercutio, permit's retire. The mean solar day is hot; the Capulets, away; And if we meet nosotros shall non 'scape a ball, For now, these hot days, is the mad blood stirring.

BENVOLIO

I'm begging you, good Mercutio, let'south go dwelling house. It's hot, and the Capulets are all over the identify. If we should run into up with them, we'll end upwardly fighting them. Hot days like today get people all worked upward and angry.

MERCUTIO

Thou fine art similar one of those fellows that, when he enters the confines of a tavern, claps me his sword upon the table and says "God transport me no need of thee!" and, by the functioning of the second cup, draws it on the drawer when indeed there is no demand.

MERCUTIO

You're the kind of guy who walks into a bar, slaps his sword downwards on the table and says, "I promise I don't have to use you." By the fourth dimension he's having his second drink, he draws his sword on the bartender for no reason.

BENVOLIO

Am I like such a boyfriend?

BENVOLIO

You recall I'1000 like that?

MERCUTIO

Come, come, thou art as hot a Jack in thy mood as whatever in Italian republic, and equally soon moved to be moody, and as soon moody to be moved.

MERCUTIO

Come now. You tin be as hot-blooded equally any homo in Italian republic. You get angry at the smallest thing, and when you're in the mood to get angry you lot always find something to go angry near.

MERCUTIO

Nay, an at that place were two such, we should have none presently, for one would kill the other. Thou, why, thou wilt quarrel with a homo that hath a hair more or a hair less in his beard than m hast. Thou wilt quarrel with a human being for smashing nuts, having no other reason but because thou hast hazel eyes. What heart but such an heart would spy out such a quarrel? Thy head is as full of quarrels as an egg is total of meat, and all the same thy head hath been beaten equally addle equally an egg for quarreling. 1000 hast quarreled with a human being for cough in the street because he hath wakened thy canis familiaris that hath lain asleep in the dominicus. Didst thou non fall out with a tailor for wearing his new doublet before Easter? With another, for tying his new shoes with sometime ribbon? And notwithstanding thou wilt tutor me from quarreling!

MERCUTIO

So, if there were two men such as you, it wouldn't take long for there to be none, because each of you would kill the other. Why, you lot would fight with a man if he had ane more or one less hair in his beard than you lot have in yours. You'll fight a human being who's keen basics simply considering your ain eyes are the color of hazelnuts. Simply someone like you would await for that kind of fight. Your head is as full of fights equally an egg is full of food, simply your head has gotten scrambled like an egg from all your fighting. You once fought with a man who coughed in the street considering he woke up your dog that was sleeping in the sun. And tin can you lot deny that you had a falling out with a tailor because he was wearing a new jacket before Easter? And with another for tying his new shoes with erstwhile laces? And yet y'all're trying to tell me how to avoid fighting?

BENVOLIO

An I were then apt to quarrel as thou art, any man should buy the fee uncomplicated of my life for an hour and a quarter.

BENVOLIO

If I were as quick to become into fights equally you are, my life insurance rates would be immense.

MERCUTIO

The fee simple? O simple!

MERCUTIO

Your life insurance? You're a fool!

TYBALT, PETRUCHIO, and another CAPULETS enter.

BENVOLIO

By my caput, here comes the Capulets.

BENVOLIO

By God, Here come the Capulets.

MERCUTIO

By my heel, I care not.

MERCUTIO

By my pes, I couldn't intendance less.

TYBALT

Follow me close, for I will speak to them. Gentlemen, expert e'en. A word with one of yous.

TYBALT

[To his men] Follow me closely. I'll speak to them.

[To BENVOLIO and MERCUTIO] Skilful afternoon, gentlemen. I'd like to have a word with one of you.

MERCUTIO

And just one word with ane of us? Couple it with something. Make it a word and a blow.

MERCUTIO

Y'all want a single give-and-take with one of us? Combine it with something else. Brand it a word and a punch.

TYBALT

You lot shall find me apt enough to that, sir, an you lot volition give me occasion.

TYBALT

Y'all'll find me happy to do that, sir, if you give me a reason.

MERCUTIO

Could you non take some occasion without giving?

MERCUTIO

Y'all tin can't discover a reason without my giving you one?

TYBALT

Mercutio, grand consort'st with Romeo.

TYBALT

Mercutio, yous hang out with Romeo.

MERCUTIO

Espoused? What, dost one thousand make us minstrels? An one thousand make minstrels of u.s.a., await to hear nada but discords. Here'south my fiddlestick. Hither's that shall brand you dance. Zounds, "consort"!

MERCUTIO

"Hang out?" What, are we musicians in a band? If we look like musicians to you, y'all tin expect to hear nada merely noise. [Touching his sword] This is my fiddlestick. It will make you dance. My God—"hang out!"

BENVOLIO

We talk here in the public haunt of men. Either withdraw unto some private place, And reason coldly of your grievances, Or else depart. Here all eyes gaze on us.

BENVOLIO

We're talking here in public. Either allow's go somewhere private and calmly talk over your complaints, or else just go our separates ways. Here, everybody can see usa.

MERCUTIO

Men's eyes were made to await and let them gaze. I will not budge for no man's pleasure, I.

MERCUTIO

Men'south eyes were made to see. Permit them watch. I won't movement for anyone.

TYBALT

Well, peace exist with you, sir. Hither comes my man.

TYBALT

Well, may peace be with you. Here comes the man I'thou after.

MERCUTIO

Only I'll be hanged, sir, if he wear your livery. Ally, get before to field, he'll exist your follower. Your worship in that sense may call him "man."

MERCUTIO

Sir, I'll exist hanged if he's your human being, in your retainer's uniform. Walk out into a field and he'll hunt y'all. That's the just sense in which you lot tin call him your "man."

TYBALT

Romeo, the love I bear thee can afford No better term than this: thou art a villain.

TYBALT

Romeo, I have just 1 thing to say to you: you're a villain.

ROMEO

Tybalt, the reason that I have to love thee Doth much excuse the appertaining rage To such a greeting. Villain am I none. Therefore, farewell. I see yard know'st me not.

ROMEO

Tybalt, I love you for a reason that allows me to ignore the rage I would normally experience in response to such a greeting. I'grand not a villain. Therefore, goodbye. I tin can encounter that you don't know me at all.

TYBALT

Boy, this shall not alibi the injuries That thou hast washed me. Therefore plow and draw.

TYBALT

Boy, these words don't excuse the injuries you've washed to me. Turn and draw your sword.

ROMEO

I do protest I never injured thee, Only love thee better than grand canst devise, Till thou shalt know the reason of my love. So, good Capulet—which proper noun I tender As dearly as my own—exist satisfied.

ROMEO

I've never done you harm. In fact, I love you lot more than than you'll be able to understand until you lot know the reason behind my love. And so, proficient Capulet—which is a proper noun I love as dearly as my own—be satisfied.

MERCUTIO

O calm dishonourable, vile submission! Alla stoccata carries it away. [Draws his sword] Tybalt, you lot ratcatcher, volition you walk?

MERCUTIO

Such a calm submission is both dishonorable and vile! The thrust of a sword volition sweep it abroad. [Draws his sword] Tybalt, you rat-catcher, will you lot duel with me?

TYBALT

What wouldst thou accept with me?

TYBALT

What practice you want from me?

MERCUTIO

Adept King of Cats, zilch but 1 of your 9 lives, that I mean to make bold all the same, and, equally you shall use me hereafter, dry out-beat the remainder of the eight. Will yous pluck your sword out of his pilcher by the ears? Make haste, lest mine be about your ears ere it exist out.

MERCUTIO

Good King of Cats, I want zero more than one of your nine lives. I'll boldly have that one, and, depending on how you behave after that, I just may also beat the balance of the eight out of you too. Will you draw your sword from its sheath? Hurry, or mine will be at your ears before you have yours out.

TYBALT

I am for y'all. [He draws his sword]

TYBALT

I'll duel with you. [He draws his sword]

ROMEO

Gentle Mercutio, put thy rapier up.

ROMEO

Noble Mercutio, put your sword abroad.

MERCUTIO

Come, sir, your passado.

MERCUTIO

[To TYBALT] Go on with it, sir. Set on.

ROMEO

[Draws his sword] Draw, Benvolio. Shell down their weapons. Gentlemen, for shame! Forbear this outrage. Tybalt, Mercutio! The Prince expressly hath Forbidden bandying in Verona streets. Hold, Tybalt! Good Mercutio!

ROMEO

[Drawing his sword] Draw your sword, Benvolio, and help me crush downwards their weapons. Gentlemen, this is shameful. Tybalt! Mercutio! The Prince has explicitly forbidden fighting in the streets of Verona. Stop! Tybalt! Proficient Mercutio!

MERCUTIO and TYBALT fight.

ROMEO tries to break up the fight. TYBALT stabs Mercutio under ROMEO's outstretched arm.

PETRUCHIO

Let's become out of here, Tybalt.

MERCUTIO

I am hurt. A plague o' both your houses! I am sped. Is he gone and hath nothing?

MERCUTIO

I'm hurt. May a plague strike both your families. I'm washed. Did he get away without injury?

TYBALT, PETRUCHIO, and the other CAPULETS go out.

BENVOLIO

What, art thou hurt?

BENVOLIO

What, are you hurt?

MERCUTIO

Ay, ay, a scratch, a scratch. Marry, 'tis enough. Where is my page?—Go, villain, fetch a surgeon.

MERCUTIO

Yes, yes. A scratch, simply a scratch. Yet it's enough. Where is my page? Go, villain. Get a doctor.

ROMEO

Backbone, man. The hurt cannot exist much.

ROMEO

Have courage, man. The injury can't exist then bad.

MERCUTIO

No, 'tis not so deep as a well nor and so wide equally a church building-door, but 'tis enough, 'twill serve. Ask for me tomorrow, and you shall discover me a grave human being. I am peppered, I warrant, for this world. A plague o' both your houses! Zounds, a dog, a rat, a mouse, a cat to scratch a man to death! A braggart, a rogue, a villain that fights by the book of arithmetic! Why the devil came yous between the states? I was hurt under your arm.

MERCUTIO

It's not as deep every bit a well or as wide as a church door, merely it's enough. Inquire for me tomorrow, and you'll find me a grave human being. My time in this world is washed, I believe. May a plague strike both your families. God! That domestic dog, that rat, that mouse, that cat has scratched me to death! That braggart, that scoundrel, that villain who fights as if he learned it all from some manual!

[To ROMEO] Why the devil did you step between us? He wounded me by accomplishing nether your arm.

ROMEO

I thought all for the best.

ROMEO

I was trying to practice what was right.

MERCUTIO

Assistance me into some house, Benvolio, Or I shall faint. A plague o' both your houses! They have fabricated worms' meat of me. I have it, And soundly besides. Your houses!

MERCUTIO

Carry me within some house, Benvolio, or else I will faint. May a plague strike both your families! They've made me into food for worms. I'm finished. Expletive your families!

MERCUTIO and BENVOLIO exit.

ROMEO

This gentleman, the Prince's near ally, My very friend, hath got his mortal hurt In my behalf. My reputation stained With Tybalt'southward slander. —Tybalt, that an hour Hath been my kinsman! O sugariness Juliet, Thy beauty hath made me effeminate And in my atmosphere softened valor'south steel!

ROMEO

This gentleman, a kinsman of the Prince and my friend, was killed while fighting on my behalf, to defend me against Tybalt's insults. Tybalt, who has been my own kinsman for an hour! Oh, sweet Juliet, your beauty has made me effeminate and softened the steel of my valor.

BENVOLIO

O Romeo, Romeo, brave Mercutio is dead! That gallant spirit hath aspired the clouds, Which too untimely hither did scorn the globe.

BENVOLIO

Oh Romeo, Romeo, brave Mercutio is expressionless! His noble spirit has gone to heaven, but it was too early for him to leave this life.

ROMEO

This solar day'south black fate on more days doth depend. This but begins the woe others must finish.

ROMEO

Today'southward nighttime fate will decide the hereafter. These events only begin the sorrow that is to come.

BENVOLIO

Hither comes the furious Tybalt dorsum again.

BENVOLIO

The furious Tybalt has returned.

ROMEO

Alive in triumph—and Mercutio slain! Away to heaven, respective lenity, And fire-eyed fury be my conduct now. Now, Tybalt, have the "villain" back again That late k gavest me, for Mercutio's soul Is merely a little way higher up our heads, Staying for thine to keep him company. Either m or I, or both, must become with him.

ROMEO

Live and triumphant, while Mercutio is dead? Begone, respect and compassion. Rage and fury volition be my guide. Now, Tybalt, take back the "villain" that you called me before. Mercutio's soul is waiting just a bit above our heads for you to join him. Either you, I, or both of us must go with him.

TYBALT

Thou, wretched boy, that didst espoused him here Shalt with him hence.

TYBALT

Wretched boy, yous hung out with him here on earth, and now you lot're going to become with him to sky.

ROMEO

This shall determine that.

ROMEO

Our fight volition decide who goes to heaven.

They fight. TYBALT falls and dies.

BENVOLIO

Romeo, away, be gone! The citizens are up, and Tybalt slain. Stand not amazed. The Prince volition doom thee death If 1000 art taken. Hence, be gone, abroad!

BENVOLIO

Romeo, become away from here. The citizens are coming, and Tybalt is dead. Don't just stand there staring. If you're caught, the Prince will execute you. Exit of here!

ROMEO

Oh, I am fortune'south fool!

ROMEO

Oh, fate has played me for a fool!

BENVOLIO

Why dost thou stay?

BENVOLIO

Why are you still here?

CITIZEN OF THE WATCH

Which manner ran he that killed Mercutio? Tybalt, that murderer, which fashion ran he?

Citizen OF THE Sentinel

Where did the human who killed Mercutio run? Tybalt, that murderer, which way did he go?

The CITIZENS OF THE WATCH enter.

BENVOLIO

There lies that Tybalt.

BENVOLIO

Tybalt is lying right there.

CITIZEN OF THE WATCH

[To TYBALT] Up, sir, go with me. I charge thee in the Prince's name, obey.

Citizen OF THE WATCH

[To TYBALT] Get up, sir, and come with me. By the proper noun of the Prince, I command you to obey.

PRINCE

Where are the vile beginners of this fray?

PRINCE

Where are the evil instigators of this fight?

The PRINCE enters with MONTAGUE, CAPULET, LADY MONTAGUE, LADY CAPULET, and OTHERS.

BENVOLIO

O noble prince, I can detect all The unlucky manage of this fatal ball. At that place lies the human being, slain by immature Romeo, That slew thy kinsman, brave Mercutio.

BENVOLIO

Oh, noble prince, I can explicate everything about the unfortunate events that led to this deadly fight. There lies Tybalt, the human being who killed your relative, brave Mercutio. Tybalt was then killed past young Romeo.

LADY CAPULET

Tybalt, my cousin! O my brother's child! O Prince! O cousin! Husband! Oh, the claret is spilled Of my dear kinsman! Prince, as thou fine art true, For claret of ours shed blood of Montague. O cousin, cousin!

LADY CAPULET

Tybalt, my nephew! My brother'south son! Oh Prince, oh nephew, oh married man! Oh, my dearest kinsman is expressionless! Prince, you are a human being of honor, and therefore must respond to this murder by killing a Montague. Oh nephew, nephew!

PRINCE

Benvolio, who began this bloody fray?

PRINCE

Benvolio, who began this deadly fight?

BENVOLIO

Tybalt here slain, whom Romeo's hand did slay. Romeo, that spoke him off-white, bade him bethink How nice the quarrel was and urged withal Your loftier displeasure. All this uttered With gentle breath, at-home look, knees humbly bowed, Could not take truce with the unruly spleen Of Tybalt deaf to peace, but that he tilts With piercing steel at assuming Mercutio'south breast, Who, all equally hot, turns deadly point to point, And, with a martial scorn, with ane hand beats Common cold decease aside and with the other sends It back to Tybalt, whose dexterity, Retorts it. Romeo, he cries aloud, "Hold, friends! Friends, role!" and, swifter than his tongue, His agile arm beats downwards their fatal points, And 'twixt them rushes—underneath whose arm An envious thrust from Tybalt hit the life Of stout Mercutio, and and then Tybalt fled. But by and by comes back to Romeo, Who had only newly entertained revenge, And to 't they go like lightning, for ere I Could draw to part them was stout Tybalt slain. And, equally he fell, did Romeo turn and fly. This is the truth, or let Benvolio dice.

BENVOLIO

Tybalt did, who then was killed by Romeo. Romeo spoke politely to Tybalt and begged him to see how ridiculous the disagreement was and to remember how displeased you would be if there was a fight. All this he said gently, calmly, kneeling down with humility. Only he could not make peace. Tybalt'due south anger was irrational, and he was deaf to any talk of peace. Soon Tybalt attacked Mercutio, who just as angry, fought dorsum. They thrusted their swords and attacked each other. Romeo cried out, "Cease, my friends. Step autonomously." Then he jumped in between them, and forced downwards their swords. Tybalt, though, thrust his sword under Romeo's arm, and hitting brave Mercutio's centre. Then Tybalt ran. Just, soon after, Tybalt returned to fight Romeo, who by now wanted revenge for Mercutio's expiry. They began to fight as quick every bit lightning. Before I could separate them, Tybalt was killed. As Tybalt fell, Romeo turned and ran. This is the truth, I swear on my life.

LADY CAPULET

He is a kinsman to the Montague. Amore makes him false. He speaks not truthful. Some twenty of them fought in this black strife, And all those 20 could simply impale one life. I beg for justice, which thou, Prince, must give. Romeo slew Tybalt. Romeo must not alive.

LADY CAPULET

Benvolio is a Montague. His loyalty compels him to lie. He's lying. There must have been twenty Montagues fighting, and together all twenty of them could only kill 1 human. I beg for justice that only you, Prince, can give. Romeo killed Tybalt. Romeo must dice.

PRINCE

Romeo slew him; he slew Mercutio. Who now the price of his dear blood doth owe?

PRINCE

Romeo killed Tybalt. Tybalt killed Mercutio. Who should pay the price for Mercutio'due south life?

MONTAGUE

Not Romeo, Prince, he was Mercutio'south friend. His fault concludes simply what the law should finish, The life of Tybalt.

MONTAGUE

Not Romeo, Prince. He was Mercutio'due south friend. His "crime" was justice, considering information technology took the life of Tybalt.

PRINCE

And for that law-breaking Immediately we do exile him hence. I have an interest in your detest's proceeding; My blood for your rude brawls doth lie a-bleeding. But I'll amerce yous with then potent a fine That you shall all repent the loss of mine. I will be deaf to pleading and excuses. Nor tears nor prayers shall purchase out abuses. Therefore employ none. Let Romeo hence in haste, Else, when he is plant, that 60 minutes is his terminal. Bear hence this body, and attend our will. Mercy but murders, pardoning those that kill.

PRINCE

And for that crime I immediately exile him from this place. I have a part in your rivalry; my blood relative, Mercutio, lies bleeding because of your rude fights. But I will punish you so harshly that you will regret causing me this loss. I will be deaf to your pleas and your excuses. Neither tears nor prayers can buy you lot forgiveness for what you've washed wrong. And then don't use any. Let Romeo go out of here quickly. Otherwise, when he is institute, he volition be swiftly killed. Accept this body away, and obey my commands. Showing mercy and pardoning murderers but causes more killings.

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