Romeo:My love! My wife! Death, that hath sucked the honey of thy breath, Hath had no power yet upon thy beauty. Thou are not conquered. Beauty's ensign yet Is crimson in thy lips and in thy cheeks, And death's pale flag is not advanced there. Dear Juliet, Why art thou yet so fair? Shall I believe That unsubstantial Death is amorous, Keeps thee here is dark to be his paramour? Here. O, here will i set up my everlasting rest And shake the yoke of inauspicious stars From this world-wearied flesh. Eyes, look your last! Arms, thke your last embrace! And,lips, O you 罗密欧：我的爱人!我的妻子： 死神虽然吸干了你甜蜜的气息， 却没有力量摧毁你的美丽。
你没有被征服，美丽的红旗仍然 轻拂着你的嘴唇和面颊， 死神的白旗还未插到那里。
亲爱的朱丽叶， 你为什么依然如此美丽?难道要我相信 无形的死神很多情， 把你藏在这暗洞里做他的情妇? 这儿，啊，我要在这儿永远安息 从我这厌恶人生的躯体上 挣脱厄运的奴役。
眼睛，最后再看一次： 手臂，最后拥抱一次吧! 嘴唇，啊!
罗密欧： 朱丽叶，凭着这一轮皎洁的月亮，它的银光涂染着这些果树的梢端，我发誓—— Romeo:juliet,Withthisroundofbringingamoon,it'ssilvercoverthesefruittree'stop,ipromiss朱丽叶： 啊
不要指着月亮起誓，它是变化无常的，每个月都有盈亏圆缺；你要是指着它起誓，也许你的爱情也会像它一样无常。
juliet:oh,dontswearwiththemoon,itchangeoften,everymonthhasit'sownwaxandwane;ifyouswearwithit,yourlovewillbelikeitperhaps?罗密欧：那么我指着什么起誓呢
Remeo:thenwhatshouldiswearwith??朱丽叶：不用起誓吧；或者要是你愿意的话，就凭着你优美的自身起誓，那是我所崇拜的偶像，我一定会相信你的。
Juliet:noneedtosear;orifuwish,thenswearwithyourowngraceful,that'stheidoliadore,iwillbelieveinyouforsure.罗密欧：要是我的出自深心的爱情—— Romeo:iswearfromthebottomofmyheart朱丽叶： 哦,好了，别起誓啦。
我虽然喜欢你，却不喜欢今天晚上的密约；它太仓卒太轻率、太出人意外了，正像一闪电光，等不及人家开一声口，已经消隐了下去。
好人，再会吧
这一朵爱的蓓蕾，靠着夏天的暖风的吹拂，也许会在我们下次相见的时候，开出鲜艳的花来。
晚安，晚安
但愿恬静的安息同样降临到你我两人的心头
Juliet:oh,forgetit,don'tswear,althought
那些台词都取自莎士比亚的原著。
开头台词是罗密欧与朱丽叶，这句是中文的
一首很爽的歌
花儿的（hey juliet）
这是我在1976年版的罗密欧与朱丽叶的电影里照抄的。
是在化妆舞会上的对白。
我试着也把你说的那段听下来，但是里面很多的古英文不是很容易听，所以实在是搞不出来...这个凑活了吧，也挺经典的。
R: IF I PROFANE WITH MY UNWORTHIEST HAND THIS H
OLY SHRINE THE GENTLE SIN IS THIS.MY LIPS, TWO BLUSHING PILGRIMS, READY STAND TO SMOOTH THAT ROUGH TOUCH WITH A TENDERKISS.J:GOOD PILGRIM, YOU DO WRONG YOUR HAND TOO MUCH,WHICH MANNERLY DEVOTION SHOWS IN THISFOR SAINTS HAVE HANDS THAT PILGRIMS' HANDS DO TOUCH,AND PALM TO PALM IS HOLY PALMERS'KISSR:HAVE NOT SAINTS LIPS, AND HOLY PALMERS TOO?J:AY, PILGRIM, LIPS THAT THEY MUST USE IN PRAYERR:WELL, THEN , DEAR SAINT, LET LIPS DO WHAT HANDS DO.THEY PRAY, GRANT THOU, LEST FAITHTURN TO DESPAIR.J:SAINTS DO NOT MOVE, THOUGH GRANT FOR PRAYERS' SAKER:THEN MOVE NOT, WHILE MY PRAYER'S EFFECT I TAKE. -- THUS FROM MY LIPS BY THINE, MY SIN IS PURGED.J:THEN HAVE MY LIPS THE SIN THAT THEY HAVE TOOK?R:SIN FROM MY LIPS? O TRESPASS SWEETLY URGED! GIVE ME MY SIN AGAIN.J:YOU KISS BY THE BOOK.我昨天google查到的，是你要的，下面还有古文的注解：But soft! What light through yonder window breaks? It is the East, and Juliet is the sun! Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon Who is already sick and pale with grief That (1) thou her maid (2) art far more fair than she. Be not her maid, since she is envious. Her vestal livery (3) is but sick and green, (4)And none but fools do wear it. Cast it off. (5)It is my lady! O, it is my love! O, that she knew she were! She speaks, yet she says nothing. What of that? Her eye discourses; I will answer it. I am too bold; 'tis not to me she speaks. Two of the fairest stars in all the heaven Having some business, do entreat her eyes To twinkle in their spheres till they return. (6)What if her eyes were there, they in her head? The brightness of her cheek would shame those stars As daylight doth a lamp; her eyes in heaven Would through the airy region stream so bright That birds would sing and think it were not night. See how she leans her cheek upon her hand! O, that I were a glove upon that hand, That I might touch that cheek!JULIET :Ay me!ROMEO:She speaks. O, speak again, bright angel, for thou art As glorious to this night, being o'er my head, As is a winged messenger of heaven Unto the white-upturned wond'ring eyes Of mortals that fall back to gaze on him When he bestrides the lazy puffing clouds And sails upon the bosom of the air.JULIET:O Romeo, Romeo! Wherefore (7) 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. ROMEO [Aside.]: Shall I hear more, or shall I speak at this?JULIET:'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. O, be some other nameBelonging to a man.What's in a name? That which we call a roseBy any other word would smell as sweet.So Romeo would, were he not Romeo called,Retain that dear perfection which he owes (8)Without that title. Romeo, doff (9) thy name;And for thy name, (10) which is no part of thee,Take all myself.ROMEO:I take thee at thy word.Call me but love, and I'll be new baptized;Henceforth I never will be Romeo.JULIET:What man art thou, that, thus bescreened in night,So stumblest on my counsel? (11)ROMEO:By a nameI know not how to tell thee who I am.My name, dear saint, is hateful to myselfBecause it is an enemy to thee.Had I it written, I would tear the word.JULIET:My ears have yet not drunk a hundred wordsOf thy tongue's uttering, yet I know the sound.Art thou not Romeo, and a Montague?ROMEO:Neither, fair maid, if either thee dislike. (12)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.ROMEO:With love's light wings did I o'erperch (13) these walls;For stony limits cannot hold love out,And what love can do, that dares love attempt.Therefore thy kinsmen are no stop (14) to me.JULIET:If they do see thee, they will murder thee.ROMEO:Alack, there lies more peril in thine eyeThan twenty of their swords! Look thou but sweet,And I am proof against their enmity.JULIET:I would not for the world they saw thee here.ROMEO:I have night's cloak to hide me from their eyes;And but (15) thou love me, let them find me here.My life were better ended by their hateThan death prorogued, wanting (16) of thy love.JULIET:By whose direction found'st thou out this place?ROMEO:By Love, that first did prompt me to inquire.He lent me council, and I lent him eyes.I am no pilot; yet, wert thou as farAs that vast shore washed with the farthest sea,I should adventure for such merchandise.JULIET:Thou knowest the mask of night is on my face;Else (17) would a maiden blush bepaint my cheekFor that which thou hast heard me speak tonight.Fain (18) would I dwell on form (19)--fain, fain denyWhat I have spoke; but farewell compliment!Dost thou love me? 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. (20) O gentle Romeo,If thou dost love, pronounce it faithfully.Or if thou thinkest I am too quickly won,I'll frown and be perverse and say thee nay,So thou wilt woo, but else, not for the world. (21)In truth, fair Montague, I am too fond, (22)And therefore thou mayst think my havior (23) light;But trust me, gentleman, I'll prove more trueThan those that have more cunning to be strange. (24)I should have been more strange, I must confess,But (25) that thou overheard'st, ere I was ware, (26)My true love passion. Therefore pardon me,And not impute this yielding to light love,Which the dark night hath so discovered. (27)ROMEO:Lady, by yonder blessed moon I vow,That tips with silver all these fruit-tree tops--JULIET:O, swear not by the moon, th' inconstant moon,That monthly changes in her circle orb,Lest that thy love prove likewise variable.ROMEO: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,And I'll believe thee.ROMEO:If my heart's dear love--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 beEre one can say it lightens. Sweet, good night!This bud of love, by summer's ripening breath,May prove a beauteous flow'r when next we meet.Good night, good night! As sweet repose and restCome to thy heart as that within my breast!ROMEO:O, wilt thou leave me so unsatisfied?JULIET:What satisfaction canst thou have to-night?ROMEO:The exchange of thy love's faithful vow for mine.JULIET:I gave thee mine before thou didst request it:and yet I would it were to give again.ROMEO:Would'st thou withdraw it? for what purpose, love?JULIET:But to be frank (28) and give it thee again.And yet I wish but for the thing I have.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.I hear some noise within. Dear love, adieu![NURSE calls within.]Anon, (29) good nurse! Sweet Montague, be true.Stay but a little, I will come again. [Exit.]ROMEO:O blessed, blessed night! I am afeard,Being in night, all this is but a dream,Too flattering-sweet to be substantial.[Enter JULIET again.]JULIET:Three words, dear Romeo, and good night indeed.If that thy bent of love be honorable,Thy purpose marriage, send me word tomorrow,By one that I'll procure to come to thee,Where and what time thou wilt perform the rite;And all my fortunes at thy foot I'll layAnd follow thee my lord throughout the world.[NURSE within.] Madam!JULIET:I come anon.--But if thou meanest not well,I do beseech thee--[NURSE within.]Madam!JULIET:By and by I come.--To cease thy strife and leave me to my griefTomorrow will I send.ROMEO:So thrive my soul--JULIET:A thousand times good night!ROMEO:A thousand times the worse, to want thy light!Love goes toward love as schoolboys from their booksBut love from love, toward school with heavy looks[Enter JULIET again]JULIET:Hist! Romeo, hist! O for a falc'ner's voiceTo lure this tassel gentle back again! (30)Bondage is hoarse and may not speak aloud,Else would I tear the cave where Echo liesAnd make her airy tongue more hoarse thanWith repetition of My Romeo!ROMEO:How silver-sweet sound lovers' tongues by night,Like softest music to attending (31) ears!JULIET:Romeo!ROMEO: My sweet?JULIET:What o'clock tomorrowShall I send to thee?ROMEO:By the hour of nine.JULIET:I will not fail. 'Tis twenty years till then.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 love thy company.ROMEO:And I'll still stay, to have thee still forget,Forgetting any other home but this.JULIET:'Tis almost morning. I would have thee gone--And yet no farther than a wanton's bird,That lets it hop a little from his hand,Like a poor prisoner in his twisted gyves, (32)And with a silken thread plucks it back againSo loving-jealous of his liberty.ROMEO:I would I were thy bird.JULIET:Sweet, so would I.Yet I should kill thee with much cherishing.Good night, good night! Parting is such sweet sorrowThat I shall say good night till it be morrow. [Exit.]ROMEOSleep dwell upon thine eyes, peace in thy breast!Would I were sleep and peace, so sweet to rest! (33)--------------------------------------------------------------------------------(1) Because.(2) In classical mythology the moon is ruled by the virgin goddess Diana; hence the innocent Juliet is her maid, but this maid is more beautiful than her mistress.(3) Virginal, costume like that worn by the ancient Roman Vestal Virgins.(4) Young women were said to suffer from green-sickness which could only be cured by lovemaking.(5) That is, stop being a virgin (make love with me).(6) Her eyes are so bright that it seems two stars have traded places with them. (7) Why.(8) Owns, possesses.(9) Take off, get rid of.(10) In exchange for your name.(11) Talk.(12) If you don't like either of those names.(13) Climb over.(14) Hindrance.(15) Unless.(16) Lacking.(17) Otherwise.(18) Willingly.(19) Do things correctly, start over following the proper ways of becoming acquainted.(20) Jove, or Jupiter, an infamously unfaithful husband, was said not to take seriously the failure of lovers to live up to their oaths.(21) I'll resist you properly if you promise to keep courting me, but not otherwise.(22) Foolish(23) Behavior.(24) Distant, standoffish.(25) Except.(26) Aware.(27) Revealed.(28) Generous.(29) Right away.(30) Oh for the voice of a falconer who can lure back his tercel-gentle (the male of the goshawk, trained to hunt and return at a master's call).(31) Listening.(32) Fetters.(33) I wish I were sleep and peace so I could rest on your breast
JulietWith thou be gone? It is not yet near day.It was the nightingale, and not the lark,That pierced the fearful hollow of thine ear.Nightly she sings on yond pomegranate tree.Believe me, love, it was the nightingale.RomeoIt was the lark, the herald of the morn;No nightingale. Look, love, what envious streaksDo lace the severing clouds in yonder East.Night’s candles are burnt out, and jocund dayStands tiptoe on the misty mountain tops.I must be gone and live, or stay and die.JulietYond light is not daylight; I know it, I.It is some meteor that the sun exhalesTo be to thee this night a torchbearerAnd light thee on thy way to Mantua.Therefore stay yet; thou need’st not to be gone.RomeoLet me be ta’en, let me be put to death.I am content, so thou wilt wilt have it so.I’ll say yon grey is not the morning’s eye,‘Tis but the pale reflex of Cynthia’s brow;Nor that is not the lark whose notes do beatThe vaulty heaven so high above our heads.I have more care to stay than will to go.Come, death, and welcome! Juliet wills it so.How is’t, my soul? Let’s talk; it is not day.Romeo and Juliet, III. V. 1-25.茱丽叶你要离去了吗?天还未明。
那是夜莺，而非云雀，叫穿你战战兢兢的耳穴。
夜晚她再远处的石榴树上歌唱。
相信我，亲爱的，那是夜莺。
罗密欧那是云雀，黎明的使者；而非夜莺。
看呀，亲爱的，远处东方的天空恶意的条纹在云彩的隙缝缀上花边。
夜晚的星星已消逝，愉悦的白昼在迷蒙的山巅踮著脚等候。
我必须离去而生，或者停留而亡。
茱丽叶那远处的光量并非日光；我，我知道那是什麼。
它是太阳吐露的流星好为你今晚引路照亮你到蒙特休来的路途。
所以在留会儿；你毋须离去。
罗密欧让我被拘捕，让我被处死。
我无怨无尤，如果你有意如此。
我会说那远方的灰蒙不是曙光初现，它只是月之女神蛾眉苍白的影像；也不是云雀的歌声响彻我们头顶上的苍穹。
我愿意停留而不愿离去。
来吧，死亡，欢迎之至
茱丽叶有意如此。
怎麼了，我的至爱?让我们谈天；那不是白昼。
罗密欧与茱丽叶，第三幕第五景，1-25行
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