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No Fear Shakespeare
No Fear Shakespeare - Act 1
Original Text | Modern Translation/Explanation |
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“two star-crossed lovers take their life” | Two lovers who were doomed from the start commit suicide |
“do with their death bury their parents’ strife” | When they die, the war between the families ends |
“A dog of the house of Montague moves me." | One of the servants insulted him/ticked him off. |
“’Tis true, and therefore women, being the weaker vessels, are ever thrust to the wall. Therefore I will push Montague’s men from the wall and thrust his maids to the wall.” | Take their women and physically abuse them |
“Do you bite your thumb at us, sir?” | Do you insult us, sir? |
No, sir, I do not bite my thumb at you, sir, but I bite my thumb, sir.” | Insulted the whole party |
Tybalt: “What, drawn and talk of peace? I hate the word as I hate hell, all Montagues, and thee.” | He really hates the Montagues |
Lady Capulet: “A crutch, a crutch! Why call you for a sword?” | He’s old and shouldn't be fighting |
Lady Montague: “O, where is Romeo? Saw you him today? / Right glad I am he was not at this fray.” | Where’s Romeo? I am glad he wasn’t at the fight. |
Montague: “Many a morning hath he there been seen, / With tears augmenting the fresh morning dew, Adding to clouds more clouds with deep sighs” | He’s depressed every morning |
Romeo: “Out of her favor where I am in love.” | She doesn’t love him back |
Romeo: “Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs; / Being purged, a fire sparkling in lovers eyes; / Being a vexed, a sea nourished with loving tears. / What is it else? A madness most discreet, / A choking gall, and a preserving sweet.” | A smoke made out of lovers' sighs.When the smoke clears,love is a fire burning in your lover’s eyes.If you frustrate love,you get an ocean made out of lovers' tears.What else is love?It’s a wise form of madness.It's a sweet thing you choke.Goodbye,cousin. |
Capulet: “My child is yet a stranger in the world, / She hath not seen the change of fourteen years; / Let two more summers wither in their pride / Ere we may think her ripe to be a bride.” | She is still young; wait 2 years |
Paris: “Younger than she are happy mothers made.” | There are younger women already married with children. |
Capulet: “Earth hath swallowed all my hopes but she: She is the hopeful lady of my earth” | She is his only living child |
Capulet: “My will to her consent is but a part” | She has to agree before I do |
Servant / Peter: “I am sent to find those persons whose names are here writ, and can never find what names the writing person hath here writ. I must to the learned. In good time.” | He is illiterate |
Benvolio: “Go thither and with unattained eye / Compare her face with some that I shall show / And I will make thee think thy swan a crow.” | Check out other women (other women are more beautiful) |
Juliet: “It is an honor I dream not of.” | She hasn’t really thought about it yet |
Lady Capulet: “Well think of marriage now. Younger than you, / Here in Verona, ladies of esteem, Are made already mothers.” | Younger women have already had kids |
Nurse: “A man, young lady! Lady, such a man / As all the world. – Why, he’s a man of wax.” | He’s an ideal man |
Nurse: “Women grow by men.” | Women get pregnant by men |
Juliet: “I’ll look to like, if looking liking move” | She'll keep her eyes open for options |
Nurse: “go, girl, seek happy nights to happy days.” | go have fun |
Romeo: “I have a soul of lead / So stakes me to the ground I cannot move.” | He is severely depressed |
Romeo: “Is love a tender thing? It is too rough. / Too rude, too bois’rous, and it pricks like thorn.” | Love hurts |
Mercutio: If love be rough with you, be rough with love; / Prick love for pricking, and you beat love down.” | Get over it |
Romeo: “O, she doth teach the torches to burn bright! / It seems she hangs upon the cheek of night / As a rich jewel in an Ethiop’s ear” | She is the one |
Tybalt: “Uncle, this is a Montague, our foe, / A villain, that is hither come in spite / To scorn at out solemnity this night.” | He is out foe/enemy |
Capulet: “Content thee, gentle coz, let him alone. / ‘A bears him like a portly gentleman, / And to say truth, Verona brags of him / To be a virtuous and well-governed youth.” | Leave him alone. Verona brags about his good nature |
Romeo: “O, then, dear saint, let lips o what hands do!” | Kiss me |
Juliet: “You kiss by th’ book” | Perfect kisser |
Romeo: “Is she a Capulet? / O dear account! My life is my foe’s debt!” | Is she a foe? |
Juliet: “My only love sprung from my only hate! To early seen unknown, and known too late” | My love is my foe, but realized too late |