Romeo and Juliet Quote Translation

I. i. 57-58Part Fools!Put up your swords; you not what you do. -BenvolioStop it, you fools!Put your swords away. You don’t know what you’re doing.
I. i. 62-63I do but keep the peace. Put up thy sword, or manage it to put these men with me -Benvolio I’m only trying to make peace. Put away your sword, or use it to get these men away from me
I.i. 89-90If ever you disturb our streets again, your lives shall pay the forfeit of the peace -Prince EsculasIf you ever disturb our streets again, you will have to die for breaking the peace
I.i.227-28By giving liberty unto thine eyes; examine other beauties -Benvolio Just set your eyes free to look at other beautiful woman
I. ii 86-88Go thither; and with unattianted eye compare her face with some that I shall show, and I will make thee think thy swan a crow -Benvolio Go there, and with an unprejudiced eye, compare her face to some of the others I’ll show you, I’ll make you think your swan is a crow
I.iii64-66Thou wast the prettiest babe that e’er I nurs’d. An I might live to see thee married once, I have my wish -Nurse You were the prettiest baby I have ever nursed. If I can live to see you married, I’ll have my wish
I.i.101-103I’ll look to like, if looking liking move; but no more deep will I endarterectomy mine eye than your consent gives strength to make it fly -JulietI will look at him with the intention of liking him, if looking can make me like him, but I won’t look any further than you wish me to look
I. iv 112-118I 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. But He, that hath the steerage of my course, Direct my sail! On, lusty gentlemen. ROMEOI’m worried we’ll get there too early. I have a feeling this party tonight will be the start of something bad, something that will end with my own death. But whoever’s in charge of where my life’s going can steer me wherever they want. Onward, lover boys!
I.v. 43-45Oh, she doth teach the torches to burn bright!It seems she hangs upon the cheek of nightLike a rich jewel in an Ethiope’s ear, RomeoOh, she shows the torches how to burn bright! She stands out against the darkness like a jeweled earring hanging against the cheek of an African
I.v.144-147My 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 loathèd enemy. JULIET(to herself) The only man I love is the son of the only man I hate! I saw him too early without knowing who he was, and I found out who he was too late! Love is a monster for making me fall in love with my worst enemy.
II.i.1-2Can I go forward when my heart is here?Turn back, dull earth, and find thy center out. RomeoCan I go away while my heart stays here? I have to go back to where my heart is.
II.ii.2-4But soft! What light through yonder window breaks?It is the east, and Juliet is the sun. RomeoBut wait, what’s that light in the window over there? It is the east, and Juliet is the sun.
II.ii.35-38O Romeo, Romeo! Wherefore art thou Romeo?Deny thy father and refuse thy name.Or, if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love,And I’ll no longer be a Capulet. JULIET(not knowing ROMEO hears her) Oh, Romeo, Romeo, why do you have to be Romeo? Forget about your father and change your name. Or else, if you won’t change your name, just swear you love me and I’ll stop being a Capulet.
II.ii.40-46’Tis but thy name that is my enemy.Thou art thyself, though not a Montague.What’s Montague? It is nor hand, nor foot,Nor arm, nor face, nor any other partBelonging to a man. O, be some other name!What’s in a name? That which we call a roseBy any other word would smell as sweet. Juliett’s only your name that’s my enemy. You’d still be yourself even if you stopped being a Montague. What’s a Montague anyway? It isn’t a hand, a foot, an arm, a face, or any other part of a man. Oh, be some other name! What does a name mean? The thing we call a rose would smell just as sweet if we called it by any other name. will answer it.Any man that can write may answer a letter. BENVOLIORomeo will answer the challenge.MERCUTIOAny man who knows how to write can answer a letter. 14a white wench’s black eye, shot through the ear with a love song Mercutioby a white girl’s black eye. He’s been cut through the ear with a love song.
III.i.1-4I pray thee, good Mercutio, let’s retire.The day is hot; the Capulets, abroad;And if we meet we shall not ‘scape a brawl,For now, these hot days, is the mad blood stirring. BENVOLIOI’m begging you, good Mercutio, let’s call it a day. It’s hot outside, and the Capulets are wandering around. If we bump into them, we’ll certainly get into a fight. When it’s hot outside, people become angry and hot-blooded.
III.i.46-49We 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. BENVOLIOWe’re talking here in a public place. Either go someplace private, or talk it over rationally, or else just go away. Out here everybody can see us.
III.i.58-61Tybalt, the reason that I have to love theeDoth much excuse the appertaining rageTo such a greeting. Villain am I none.Therefore, farewell. I see thou know’st me not. ROMEOTybalt, I have a reason to love you that lets me put aside the rage I should feel and excuse that insult. I am no villain. So, goodbye. I can tell that you don’t know who I am.
III.i.123-126That late thou gavest me, for Mercutio’s soulIs but a little way above our heads,Staying for thine to keep him company.Either thou or I, or both, must go with him. RomeoMercutio’s soul is floating right above our heads. He’s waiting for you to keep him company on the way up to heaven. Either you, or I, or both of us have to go with him.
III.i.190-192My blood for your rude brawls doth lie a-bleeding.But I’ll amerce you with so strong a fineThat you shall all repent the loss of mine. PRINCEI’m involved in your rivalry. Mercutio was my relative, and he lies dead because of your bloody feud. I’ll punish you so harshly that you’ll regret causing me this loss.
III.iii.112-115Hold thy desperate hand.Art thou a man? Thy form cries out thou art.Thy tears are womanish. Thy wild acts denoteThe unreasonable fury of a beast. FRIAR LAWRENCEHold on, and don’t act out of desperation. Are you a man? You look like a man, but your tears make you look like a woman. Your wild actions resemble the irrational fury of a beast.
IV.i.53-55Tell me not, Friar, that thou hear’st 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, JULIETDon’t tell me that you’ve heard about this marriage, Friar, unless you can tell me how to prevent it. If you who are so wise can’t help,
IV.iii.15-17Farewell!—God knows when we shall meet again.I have a faint cold fear thrills through my veinsThat almost freezes up the heat of life. JULIETGood-bye. Only God knows when we’ll meet again. There is a slight cold fear cutting through my veins. It almost freezes the heat of life.
IV.V.38-40O son! The night before thy wedding dayHath death lain with thy wife. There she lies,Flower as she was, deflowered by him. CapuletOh son! On the night before your wedding day, death has taken your wife. There she lies. She was a flower, but death deflowered her.
IV.V97-98The heavens do lour upon you for some ill.Move them no more by crossing their high will. Friar LawrenceThe heavens hang threateningly over you for some past sin. Don’t disturb the heavens any more by trying to go against heaven’s will.
V.iii.16-17For nothing can be ill if she be well.Then she is well, and nothing can be ill. RomeoI ask that again because nothing can be wrong if she is well.BALTHASARThen she is well, and nothing is wrong.
V.iii.45-48An alligator stuffed, and other skinsOf ill-shaped fishes; and about his shelvesA beggarly account of empty boxes,Green earthen pots, bladders and musty seeds, Romeo He had a tortoise shell hanging up in his shop as well as a stuffed alligator and other skins of strange fish. There were a few empty boxes on his shelves, as well as green clay pots, and some musty seeds.
V.iii.61-65Come hither, man. I see that thou art poor.Hold, there is forty ducats. Let me haveA dram of poison, such soon-speeding gearAs will disperse itself through all the veinsThat the life-weary taker may fall dead, ROMEOCome here, man. I see that you are poor. Here are forty ducats. Let me have a shot of poison

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