Romeo's Line By line thoughts

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My Scene Translated into modern English.


It was the lark, the herald of the morn,

It was the lark, the messenger that says it's morning,

No nightingale: look, love, what envious streaks

Not the nightingale, look my love, the suns rays

Do lace the severing clouds in yonder east:

Break the clouds that cover the east.

Night's candles are burnt out, and jocund day

It's no longer night and this coming day

Stands tiptoe on the misty mountain tops.

Spreads among the mountains

I must be gone and live, or stay and die.

If I want to live I can't stay because if i stay i will die

Let me be ta'en, let me be put to death;

Let them find me because I choose death

I am content, so thou wilt have it so.

I am happy, so let it be

I'll say yon grey is not the morning's eye,

I'll say that that gray streak is not the morning sun

'Tis but the pale reflex of Cynthia's brow;

But only the pale reflection of Cynthia's brow;

Nor that is not the lark, whose notes do beat

And that's not the lark whose notes hit.

The vaulty heaven so high above our heads:

The high ceiling of heaven so high above our heads

I have more care to stay than will to go:

I'd rather stay here then leave:

Come, death, and welcome! Juliet wills it so.

i love Juliet so i welcome death?

How is't, my soul? let's talk; it is not day.

How is it, my soul? Let us talk for it is not yet day.

More light and light; more dark and dark our woes!

Lighter and lighter, darker and darker our sorrows!

Enter Nurse, to the chamber








Your lady mother is coming to your chamber:

Your mother is on your way to your bedroom,

The day is broke; be wary, look about.

the day has begun, be careful, watch out.



Then, window, let day in, and let life out.

then window, let day in and let life out


Farewell, farewell! one kiss, and I'll descend.

Goodbye, goodbye, just give me one more kiss, and I'll climb down.

He goeth down


Art thou gone so? love, lord, ay, husband, friend!

Are you going so soon? My lord, my love, my friend!

I must hear from thee every day in the hour,

I must hear from you every hour of the day,

For in a minute there are many days:

Because there are many days in just one minute.

O, by this count I shall be much in years

O, by this count I'll be very old

Ere I again behold my Romeo!

Before I see my Romeo again!




I will omit no opportunity

I will not exclude the opportunity

that may convey my greetings, love, to thee.

Where I can send you my compliments of love to you


O think'st thou we shall ever meet again?

Do you think we will ever meet again?


I doubt it not; and all these woes shall serve

I believe so, yes. And all these sorrows shall

For sweet discourses in our time to come.

become sweet memories that we can talk about in our future.


O God, I have an ill-divining soul!

O God! I have a soul that predicts bad things!

Methinks I see thee, now thou art below,

I think I see you, now you are below me,

As one dead in the bottom of a tomb:

Looking like someone whom is dead in the bottom of a tomb.

Either my eyesight fails, or thou look'st pale.

Either my eyesight is failing, or you look pale


And trust me, love, in my eye so do you:

Trust me my love, to me you do as well,

Dry sorrow drinks our blood. Adieu, adieu!

Thirsty sorrow drinks our blood. Goodbye, goodbye,