In faith, I will. Let me peruse this...
Language: English
ROMEO
In faith, I will. Let me peruse this face.
Mercutio's kinsman, noble County Paris!
What said my man, when my betossed soul
Did not attend him as we rode? I think
He told me Paris should have married Juliet:
Said he not so? or did I dream it so?
Or am I mad, hearing him talk of Juliet,
To think it was so? O, give me thy hand,
One writ with me in sour misfortune's book!
I'll bury thee in a triumphant grave;
A grave? O no! a lantern, slaughter'd youth,
For here lies Juliet, and her beauty makes
This vault a feasting presence full of light.
Death, lie thou there, by a dead man interr'd.
Translation(s): FRE GER SPA
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Auf Ehr’, ich will’s. – Laßt sein...
Language: German (Deutsch) after the English
Auf Ehr’, ich will’s. – Laßt sein Gesicht mich schaun.
Mercutios edler Vetter ist’s, Graf Paris.
Was sagte doch mein Diener, weil wir ritten,
Als die bestürmte Seel’ es nicht vernahm?
– Ich glaube: Julia habe sich mit Paris Vermählen sollen;
sagt’ er mir nicht so? Wie, oder träumt’ ich’s?
oder bild’ ich’s mir Im Wahnsinn ein,
weil er von Julien sprach? O, gib mir deine Hand,
du, so wie ich Ins Buch des
herben Unglücks eingezeichnet!
Ein siegeprangend Grab soll dich empfangen.
Ein Grab? Nein, eine Leucht’, erschlagner Jüngling!
Denn hier liegt Julia: ihr Schönheit macht
Zur lichten Feierhalle dies Gewölb’.
Da lieg’ begraben, Tod, von einem Toten!
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Last modified: 2019-05-10 14:37:38
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