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| Enter ROMEO alone | MOROE eenrts oaeln. |
| ROMEO Can I go forward when my heart is here? Turn back, dull earth, and find thy center out. | OEORM naC I go ayaw hiwle my hetar aysts heer? I avhe to go kbca to weehr my ehatr is. |
| Moves away Enter BENVOLIO with MERCUTIO | MOROE movse waya. NOOEIBLV nda ETUOCMIR eetnr. |
| BENVOLIO Romeo, my cousin Romeo! Romeo! | ELBOVNOI (igllanc) oomRe, my iosunc, oeRmo, eoRmo! |
| MERCUTIO He is wise, And, on my life, hath stoln him home to bed. | UEIRCMOT Hes a srtam oby. I ebt he dspplei yawa dan ewtn ohem to deb. |
| BENVOLIO 5 He ran this way and leapt this orchard wall. Call, good Mercutio. | ILENOOVB He rna tshi awy dan pdujme over shit hodarcr allw. Call to imh, urietocM. |
| MERCUTIO Nay, Ill conjure too! Romeo! Humours, madman, passion, lover! Appear thou in the likeness of a sigh! Speak but one rhyme, and I am satisfied. Speak to my gossip Venus one fair word, One nickname for her purblind son and heir, Young Abraham Cupid, he that shot so true When King Cophetua loved the beggar maid. 15 He heareth not, he stirreth not, he moveth not. The ape is dead, and I must conjure him. I conjure thee by Rosalines bright eyes, By her high forehead and her scarlet lip, By her fine foot, straight leg, and quivering thigh, 20 And the demesnes that there adjacent lie, That in thy likeness thou appear to us. | IRMTECUO lIl jcnuroe ihm as if I were misunogmn a itpirs. Rmooe! nMmada! Psnasoi! rvLoe! ohSw erslfuyo in eht morf of a isgh. kepaS neo hemyr, dna lIl be ideitssaf. ustJ cry tuo, Ah me! tJus ysa oevl nda dove. Sya usjt eno loveyl rodw to my oodg nfidre unsVeesnuV is teh mRano sgdsoed of love. |
| BENVOLIO An if he hear thee, thou wilt anger him. | IOLNEVOB If he srahe yuo, loyul mkae imh gnrya. |
| MERCUTIO This cannot anger him. Twould anger him To raise a spirit in his mistress circle 25 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. | OEUCMIRT athW Im yansig ncat anegr mih. He lowdu be rgany if I noemudsm a etsnagr stirpi for erh to vhae xse aishthttw thaw ulodw meka hmi aryng. eTh sghint Im yisang era riaf dna hstnoe. lAl Im ndigo is asgniy teh aemn of hte wmnao he olsve to luer hmi out of the ndksesar. |
| BENVOLIO 30 Come, he hath hid himself among these trees, To be consorted with the humorous night. Blind is his love and best befits the dark. | OELNIVBO moeC on. eHs nhddie ienbhd ehtse eerts to kepe eht htgni mcoyanp. His love is lnbid, so it lnseobg in teh drka. |
| MERCUTIO If love be blind, love cannot hit the mark. Now will he sit under a medlar tree 35 And wish his mistress were that kind of fruit As maids call medlars when they laugh alone. O Romeo, that she were! Oh, that she were An open arse, and thou a poperin pear. Romeo, good night. Ill to my truckle bed. 40 This field-bed is too cold for me to sleep. Come, shall we go? | UICETORM If elov is libdn, it tnac ith eth tagret. owN lhel tis enurd a ladremheT lmarde is a eret eoshw ruitf was cdeondesri to okol liek a luvav or an anus. The ifrtsu reew teonf aledlc neop-srase. ronpsiePp rea lgniaeB praes; ciueroMt sesu het nema in an cobense loeudb entrendre. |
| BENVOLIO Go, then, for tis in vain To seek him here that means not to be found. | VIOLEOBN etLs go. eTehrs no tipon in ilkoogn ofr hmi if he ntedos awnt to be nodfu. |
| Exeunt | IVONEOBL dna CORUIEMT txie. |
Original Text | Modern Text |
| Enter ROMEO alone | MOROE eenrts oaeln. |
| ROMEO Can I go forward when my heart is here? Turn back, dull earth, and find thy center out. | OEORM naC I go ayaw hiwle my hetar aysts heer? I avhe to go kbca to weehr my ehatr is. |
| Moves away Enter BENVOLIO with MERCUTIO | MOROE movse waya. NOOEIBLV nda ETUOCMIR eetnr. |
| BENVOLIO Romeo, my cousin Romeo! Romeo! | ELBOVNOI (igllanc) oomRe, my iosunc, oeRmo, eoRmo! |
| MERCUTIO He is wise, And, on my life, hath stoln him home to bed. | UEIRCMOT Hes a srtam oby. I ebt he dspplei yawa dan ewtn ohem to deb. |
| BENVOLIO 5 He ran this way and leapt this orchard wall. Call, good Mercutio. | ILENOOVB He rna tshi awy dan pdujme over shit hodarcr allw. Call to imh, urietocM. |
| MERCUTIO Nay, Ill conjure too! Romeo! Humours, madman, passion, lover! Appear thou in the likeness of a sigh! Speak but one rhyme, and I am satisfied. Speak to my gossip Venus one fair word, One nickname for her purblind son and heir, Young Abraham Cupid, he that shot so true When King Cophetua loved the beggar maid. 15 He heareth not, he stirreth not, he moveth not. The ape is dead, and I must conjure him. I conjure thee by Rosalines bright eyes, By her high forehead and her scarlet lip, By her fine foot, straight leg, and quivering thigh, 20 And the demesnes that there adjacent lie, That in thy likeness thou appear to us. | IRMTECUO lIl jcnuroe ihm as if I were misunogmn a itpirs. Rmooe! nMmada! Psnasoi! rvLoe! ohSw erslfuyo in eht morf of a isgh. kepaS neo hemyr, dna lIl be ideitssaf. ustJ cry tuo, Ah me! tJus ysa oevl nda dove. Sya usjt eno loveyl rodw to my oodg nfidre unsVeesnuV is teh mRano sgdsoed of love. |
| BENVOLIO An if he hear thee, thou wilt anger him. | IOLNEVOB If he srahe yuo, loyul mkae imh gnrya. |
| MERCUTIO This cannot anger him. Twould anger him To raise a spirit in his mistress circle 25 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. | OEUCMIRT athW Im yansig ncat anegr mih. He lowdu be rgany if I noemudsm a etsnagr stirpi for erh to vhae xse aishthttw thaw ulodw meka hmi aryng. eTh sghint Im yisang era riaf dna hstnoe. lAl Im ndigo is asgniy teh aemn of hte wmnao he olsve to luer hmi out of the ndksesar. |
| BENVOLIO 30 Come, he hath hid himself among these trees, To be consorted with the humorous night. Blind is his love and best befits the dark. | OELNIVBO moeC on. eHs nhddie ienbhd ehtse eerts to kepe eht htgni mcoyanp. His love is lnbid, so it lnseobg in teh drka. |
| MERCUTIO If love be blind, love cannot hit the mark. Now will he sit under a medlar tree 35 And wish his mistress were that kind of fruit As maids call medlars when they laugh alone. O Romeo, that she were! Oh, that she were An open arse, and thou a poperin pear. Romeo, good night. Ill to my truckle bed. 40 This field-bed is too cold for me to sleep. Come, shall we go? | UICETORM If elov is libdn, it tnac ith eth tagret. owN lhel tis enurd a ladremheT lmarde is a eret eoshw ruitf was cdeondesri to okol liek a luvav or an anus. The ifrtsu reew teonf aledlc neop-srase. ronpsiePp rea lgniaeB praes; ciueroMt sesu het nema in an cobense loeudb entrendre. |
| BENVOLIO Go, then, for tis in vain To seek him here that means not to be found. | VIOLEOBN etLs go. eTehrs no tipon in ilkoogn ofr hmi if he ntedos awnt to be nodfu. |
| Exeunt | IVONEOBL dna CORUIEMT txie. |
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