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No Fear Translations
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| Enter NURSE | The UENRS esntre. |
| NURSE Mistress! What, mistress! Juliet!Fast, I warrant her, she. Why, lamb! Why, lady! Fie, you slug-a-bed. Why, love, I say. Madam! Sweet-heart! Why, bride! What, not a word? You take your pennyworths now. 5 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! I must needs wake her.Madam, madam, madam! 10 Ay, let the county take you in your bed. Hell fright you up, i faith. Will it not be? (opens the bed curtains) What, dressed and in your clothes, and down again? I must needs wake you. Lady, lady, lady! 15 Alas, alas! Help, help! My ladys dead! Oh, welladay, that ever I was born! Some aqua vitae, ho!My lord! My lady! | REUNS stsesiMr! eHy, ssrtimes! Jeluti! I bte shes fsat lapsee. Hye, ablm! eHy, dyal! Hye, uyo azly bones! yeH, olve, I sya! adamM! rthteeaewS! Hey, dbier! ahWt, uyo tdon asy a rwdo? uYo akte yuro abteuy sepel wno. eGt lfuyerso a wskee worth of lsepe. omowoTrr hintg, I tbe, Cuton arsiP tonw lte ouy egt mhcu rste. odG gviofre me. gltAhri, adn nmea. Hwo osudn elspae she is! I msut ekaw erh up. aamMd, dmmaa, dmaam! eYs, etl eth tunco tkae uoy in yrou ebd. lleH eakw yuo up, I bet. oWtn he? (hes neops eth bed trnuacis) atWh? Yueor illts rdeessd in lal yuro tshleco. tBu yeour istll peesla. I utsm kwae ouy up. dLay! yLda! daLy! Oh no, oh no! Hple, hlpe! My syadl dade! Oh esurc het day thta I saw robn! Ho! eGt me emos rdnaby! My ldro! My lday! |
| Enter LADY CAPULET | DLAY LPCETAU nesrte. |
| LADY CAPULET What noise is here? | ALDY EPALUTC hWtsa lla eth eiosn in eher? |
| NURSE O lamentable day! | RSUNE Oh, sda dya! |
| LADY CAPULET What is the matter? | ALDY TLCUPAE hWat is het artmet? |
| NURSE Look, look. O heavy day! | ESNRU ookL, oolk! Oh, tawh a asd yda! |
| LADY CAPULET 20 O me, O me! My child, my only life, Revive, look up, or I will die with thee! Help, help! Call help. | ALYD EAPLCUT Oh my, Oh my! My ihlcd, my onarse fro inilgv, akwe up, olko up, or Ill ide tihw yuo! Hepl, hlpe! allC rof lhpe. |
| Enter CAPULET | LAUTPCE seentr. |
| CAPULET For shame, bring Juliet forth. Her lord is come. | CUPEALT For smeah, irnbg litJue tou eher. erH geiobdromr is erhe. |
| NURSE Shes dead, deceased, shes dead. Alack the day! | ERNSU hsSe daed, edcedesa, sseh aded. sCrue eht day! |
| LADY CAPULET | YDAL UEPTLAC sCuer the dya! Sshe adde, sseh aded, hses daed! |
| CAPULET Ha? Let me see her. Out, alas! Shes cold. Her blood is settled, and her joints are stiff. Life and these lips have long been separated. Death lies on her like an untimely frost 30 Upon the sweetest flower of all the field. | LECPUTA No! eLt me see reh. Oh no! seSh clod. eHr bdloo sah edotpsp, nad erh jnsoti ear fitsf. eshS neeb daed ofr soem etim. Shes edda, iekl a lueiuaftb erlwof, ekildl by an aebonnesulsa frsto. |
| NURSE O lamentable day! | UNRSE Oh, das ady! |
| LADY CAPULET O woeful time. | DYLA UTPCALE Oh, tsih is a iplnfau imet! |
| CAPULET Death, that hath taen her hence to make me wail, Ties up my tongue and will not let me speak. | PTLUAEC thaeD, hwhic has eknat hre waya to make me cyr, won stie up my ngteuo and owtn elt me pesak. |
| Enter FRIAR LAWRENCE , County PARIS , and MUSICIANS | FIRRA LRCENAWE nda IRSPA rtnee twhi SICIASUMN . |
| FRIAR LAWRENCE Come, is the bride ready to go to church? | IRFAR NCALEERW eomC, is the idebr dayer to go to cuhrhc? |
| CAPULET 35 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. | LCUTEAP hSes rdyea to go, ubt lsehl nvree rtuenr. (to PARIS) Oh osn! On het ghtni efoebr ouyr gddinwe yda, htead sah knaet yruo wfie. eheTr ehs elsi. She swa a ewfolr, but tdaeh dewdelerof erh. |
| Death is my son-in-law. Death is my heir. 40 My daughter he hath wedded. I will die, And leave him all. Life, living, all is Deaths. | ehDta is my osn-in-wal. ehatD is my iher. My athdegru emdirar thdea. I wlil die dan laeve teaDh ervgiyethn. Lief, ltwhea, ieneyhtgvr elgobns to aDhte. |
| PARIS Have I thought long to see this mornings face, And doth it give me such a sight as this? | PSIRA eavH I itdewa so ongl to ese htsi ronmgni, nyol to see sith? |
| LADY CAPULET Accursed, unhappy, wretched, hateful day! 45 Most miserable hour that eer time saw In lasting labor of his pilgrimage. But one, poor one, one poor and loving child, But one thing to rejoice and solace in, And cruel death hath catched it from my sight! | LDAY UELATPC crduceAs, puhynpa, hterwced, uleafth day! hTsi is eth ostm iasbermle uohr of all mtei! I hda ynlo eno idhcl, noe opor idclh, oen roop nad inlovg hdlic, the one nhtgi I ahd to jroceei dna footmcr yemlsf, nda erclu ehDta ahs oesnlt it mofr me! |
| NURSE 50 O woe! O woeful, woeful, woeful day! Most lamentable day, most woeful day That ever, ever, I did yet behold! O day, O day, O day, O hateful day! Never was seen so black a day as this. 55 O woeful day, O woeful day! | UNSRE Oh anpi! Oh ailunfp, puinlfa, nufplai yad! heT dasdest dya, mtso pfailnu day htta I reev, reve did dheblo! Oh yad! Oh yda! Oh yad! Oh fleuhat dya! rTeeh ash rveen nebe so clkab a day as doayt. Oh lauipnf dya, Oh pnuailf yad! |
| PARIS Beguiled, divorcd, wrongd, spited, slain! Most detestable Death, by thee beguiled, By cruel, cruel thee quite overthrown! O love! O life! Not life, but love in death. | ARPSI Seh asw ektricd, cdroidve, wngroed, pdiest, elidlk! htDae, hte stmo lesiecdbap ignht, krdtcie ehr. rCelu, rclue Dthae idelkl her. Oh voel! Oh fiel! Teehr is no efli, btu my vole is dade! |
| CAPULET 60 Despised, distressd, hated, martyred, killed! Uncomfortable time, why camest thou now To murder, murder our solemnity? O child, O child! My soul, and not my child! Dead art thou! Alack, my child is dead, 65 And with my child my joys are buried. | ETPCAUL dsseDiep, seerdtsisd, dehat, yaetrmdr, elklid! Wyh idd tish vahe to neppah now? hWy did Detha vaeh to unri rou nwgeddi? Oh dhilc! Oh cildh! My sulo nad ton my dclhi! ouY era aedd! Oh no! My hdicl is edad. My hdcli lwil be ebrdui, and so wlil my ojys. |
| FRIAR LAWRENCE Peace, ho, for shame! Confusions cure lives not In these confusions. Heaven and yourself Had part in this fair maid. Now heaven hath all, | RRIFA NERWCLAE Be qiute, ofr msahe! heT urec rof osiuncnfo is tno egliyln adn ngaresmic. You adh ihst dclih wtih teh elhp of heenav. owN eaenhv has erh. |
| And all the better is it for the maid. 70 Your part in her you could not keep from death, But heaven keeps his part in eternal life. The most you sought was her promotion, For twas your heaven she should be advanced. And weep ye now, seeing she is advanced 75 Above the clouds, as high as heaven itself? Oh, in this love, you love your child so ill That you run mad, seeing that she is well. Shes not well married that lives married long, But shes best married that dies married young. 80 Dry up your tears and stick your rosemary On this fair corse, and, as the custom is, And in her best array, bear her to church. For though some nature bids us all lament, Yet natures tears are reasons merriment. | ehS is in a retbet plcea. uYo coudl tno neetpvr reh frmo nygdi adesmoy, tub heaenv wlil ivge hre anleter file. The msot uyo heop rof was ofr erh to rarym awyhetl nda eris up eth olaics dhttardela was uory edai of vhneae. dnA wno uyo rcy, enev oguhth she has senir up ovbae eth ucdols, as hhig as ehaenv tlsefi? Oh, in thsi elov, yuo ovle oyur iclhd so ldbya, that oyu go dam, enve ouhtgh she is in ahvene. It is estb to rryma ewll dna dei ougny, ebertt hatn to be rdiaerm fro a gonl emit. Dyr up ruyo aerst, dan put oyru rraeosmy on shti euitbaluf reopsc. ndA, in cccdroaane iwth smotuc, yrcar rhe to teh hchruc in her best lcseoht. sIt tlaunra orf us to hdse srtae orf reh, btu het htutr is, we udolhs be apphy for erh. |
| CAPULET 85 All things that we ordained festival Turn from their office to black funeral. Our instruments to melancholy bells, Our wedding cheer to a sad burial feast. Our solemn hymns to sullen dirges change, 90 Our bridal flowers serve for a buried corse, And all things change them to the contrary. | ACLETUP lAl eth thigsn htta we erprepda orf hte iwendgd yarpt illw onw be ueds rof hte ufelarn. urO hypap smciu liwl now be asd. urO ndwdgie atbenqu lliw ceebom a das lbiura sfeta. rOu rraeeoyltcb hnsym liwl acnhge to das ulnrefa chmesar. Our lidrba lsfroew illw evorc a ierudb ceposr. dnA yenhivergt wlil be dsue for the osptopie pesrpou rfom hwta we nedidetn. |
| FRIAR LAWRENCE Sir, go you in, and, madam, go with him; And go, Sir Paris. Every one prepare To follow this fair corse unto her grave. 95 The heavens do lour upon you for some ill. Move them no more by crossing their high will. | RIRAF AECRWNLE riS, ouy go in. And, mmada, go htiw him. And uoy go oot, Sir airsP. yrnveoEe epaprre to eakt hist fblaeiuut eocpsr to ehr raveg. hTe eashvne gnah agtnhelrentyi voer uyo fro smoe psat isn. Dnot brditsu eht veaeshn ayn omre by tnygri to go antiags sevhnea lilw. |
| Exeunt CAPULET , LADY CAPULET , PARIS , and FRIAR LAWRENCE | CLEAUPT , ADYL LUAEPCT , RAIPS , dan RIFRA CNEWALRE itex. |
| FIRST MUSICIAN Faith, we may put up our pipes and be gone. | SRFTI UMISNICA lleW, we nac tup wyaa ruo pipes adn go hmeo. |
| NURSE Honest good fellows, ah, put up, put up, For, well you know, this is a pitiful case. | SUREN nseotH ogod ysob, ah, upt em aayw, upt em aawy. As yuo nokw, isth is a sda eacs. |
| Exit | heT NERUS exits. |
| FIRST MUSICIAN 100 Ay, by my troth, the case may be amended. | ISTRF SUNCMIAI eYs, elwl, higtsn dcuol get ettbre. |
| Enter PETER | REEPT rsente. |
| PETER Musicians, O musicians, Hearts Ease, Hearts Ease. O, an you will have me live, play Hearts Ease. | RPTEE iausiscnM, oh, munsicais, ylap Htraes Eaes, satreH aeEs. Oh, llI eid if oyu tndo payl saeHrt aseE. |
| FIRST MUSICIAN Why Hearts ease? | FTIRS ISUMANCI yhW arsetH saEe? |
| PETER O musicians, because my heart itself plays My Heart is Full. O, play me some merry dump to comfort me. | PETER Oh, nmcuiassi, uaeecsb my reaht is isnggin My aetrH is lulF of Weo. Oh, ypla me seom hpypa asd gsno to footrmc me. |
| FIRST MUSICIAN Not a dump, we. Tis no time to play now. | RSIFT SNAIMICU No, ont a asd song. sIt not hte ithrg tmie to apyl. |
| PETER 105 You will not then? | PERET uoY nwto, hten? |
| FIRST MUSICIAN No. | SITFR SIINMUCA No. |
| PETER I will then give it you soundly. | PREET eTnh lIl realyl giev it to uoy. |
| FIRST MUSICIAN What will you give us? | ISTFR CUMISNAI ahtW wlli uoy gevi us? |
| PETER No money, on my faith, but the gleek. I will give you the minstrel. | EPRTE No onemy, I wrase. uBt llI lypa a itkcr on uyo. llI alcl oyu a mrestnil. |
| FIRST MUSICIAN 110 Then I will give you the serving creature. | ISFRT UCASIINM enTh Ill clal you a nsgevir-artcreeu. |
| PETER Then will I lay the serving creatures dagger on your pate. I will carry no crotchets. Ill re you, Ill fa you. Do you note me? | ERTPE nheT lIl csmak oyu on hte edha wthi het nvsergi-esuarrcet enkif. I wnto ssem rduaon. Ill ekam you gins. Do you ahre me? |
| FIRST MUSICIAN An you re us and fa us, you note us. | FRTSI UCIMSIAN If yuo aemk us gins, llouy hear us. |
| SECOND MUSICIAN Pray you, put up your dagger and put out your wit. | ENCSDO USMCANII aelPse, tpu dwno royu feink dna sopt ngdkdii raudon. |
| PETER Then have at you with my wit. I will dry-beat you with an iron wit and put up my iron dagger. Answer me like men. | ERTPE So uyo ntdo eikl my diikgdn naorud! Ill kdi ouy to dtahe, dan hten Ill put wdon my fneik. wseAnr me ilke emn. |
| (sings) When griping grief the heart doth wound And doleful dumps the mind oppress, Then music with her silver sound | (sinsg) Wehn ssdneas onsduw uyro athre, And naip steak eorv oruy imdn, henT iucsm hitw her ievsrl udnso |
| (speaks) Why silver sound? Why music with her silver sound? What say you, Simon Catling? | (kpseas) yhW hte line lsvire sdonu? thWa do hety nmae, msuci iwht reh sirlev snoud? tahW do oyu sya, moiSn gntCilaagtlnCi = a oliniv string |
| FIRST MUSICAN 120 Marry, sir, because silver hath a sweet sound. | IRTFS CIAIUMSN Well, ris, beucaes rlievs has a teesw dosun. |
| PETER Prates.What say you, Hugh Rebeck? | REPET hatTs a dusitp wesnar! Whta do yuo say, Hghu eckRbekeeRbc = a fiddle |
| SECOND MUSICIAN I say, silver sound because musicians sound for silver. | ECDONS UCISAMIN I yas rsviel undso, cbeaeus ssnmiuiac pyal to earn eslvir. |
| PETER Prates too.What say you, James Soundpost? | TPERE tArneho dtidups wsrnae! htaW do oyu yas, eJasm oosdtSpunSpdontous = rpat of a violin |
| THIRD MUSICIAN Faith, I know not what to say. | RHIDT NMUAISCI Wlel, I notd wkon waht to ysa. |
| PETER | TEERP Oh, I ebg uyro daropn. Yeuro hte rigsne. Ill wsearn ofr you. It is ucmis thwi ehr srivel odusn, ueabces nmcsaisui evah no glod to use to kaem usnsod. |
| (sings) Then music with her silver sound With speedy help doth lend redress. | (sngsi) enhT cmius htwi her esvilr dnsuo smake uoy lefe sjtu nfie. |
| Exit PETER | EPERT xstie. |
| FIRST MUSICIAN What a pestilent knave is this same! | ITRFS ICASUIMN Wtah an nnyngoai nma, tshi uyg is! |
| SECOND MUSICIAN Hang him, Jack! Come, well in here, tarry for the mourners and stay dinner. | OCNEDS SAINIMUC regFto utoab mih, caJk! oemC, llwe go in tehre. Wlel wtai ofr the errsonum and syta orf ienrdn. |
| Exeunt | The ISIAMSNUC tiex. |
