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The Capulets!

The Montagues!

Aim well!

Death to the Montagues!

Hand to the swords!

Rebellious subjects, enemies of peace, profaners of this city's calm.

Deaf to every appeal.

You are no longer men.

You're beasts.

That you put out the fire of your anger in the blood from your veins.

Penalty the torture, drop your weapons once and for all.

And hear the sentence of your indignant prince.

Three fights.

Activate by you, old Capulet.

Or you, head of the Montague family.

Three fights upset the quietness of our streets and our homes.

Forced everyone to intervene to separate your rusty hatred.

If you still disturb our ways, your lives will pay for the tale of peace.

Everyone else is leaving this time.

You, Capulet, will wait here and come with me.

And you, Montague, will come this afternoon to know

the further will of us in this matter.

I say this once again: pain in death, all men go away.

Who raised this old fight?

It was a raid attempted by the Capulet.

Your servants and your enemy's were fighting tight.

when the prince's guards who divided them intervened.

Where was Romeo?

Did you see him today?

I'm glad you weren't in this fight.

This morning, wandering through a wood, I saw Romeo afar, lost in thought.

I came near, but he, being aware of me, disappeared into the thick of the trees.

Even at home, he closes in his room, barring doors and windows.

Noble uncle, do you know the cause?

I don't know her, I don't know her from him.

Did you question him?

Yes, and also through many other friends.

But he doesn't want to reveal his secret.

Hello, Brother Lawrence.

Hello, Romeo.

What sadness extends Romeo's hours?

Am I right in guessing that you're in love?

You're a good shooter.

Then why so much sadness?

Because she doesn't let Cupid's dart catch up with her.

He will never accept my court.

Ah, did you swear to live chaste all the time?

That's what Rosaline did, unfortunately, that's her name.

Too beautiful and too wise, it deprives me of all hope.

Then stop thinking about her.

Why don't you teach me how to stop thinking?

Look for another one, as beautiful as her.

No, no beauty can be approached to hers.

None.

Goodbye, Brother Lawrence.

You can't teach me to forget it either.

And so the prince sentenced me and Montague to an equal penalty of money.

I doubt it will be hard for old men

as we keep the peace from now on.

Too bad you guys had a disagreement for a long time.

To you.

Have you not yet answered my request?

Dear Count Paris, my daughter Juliet is still a child.

I'd like to wait at least two more years before

to consider her mature to get married.

Even women younger than her got married.

I have nothing but her.

Anyway, try to conquer its heart.

I'm having a party at my house tonight, and you'll be welcome.

Maybe among the many women you'll meet

You'll find someone who will change your mind.

Here and go around the city.

Find people whose names are here written and

to them that my house is open to them tonight.

Shall we go?

Find the people whose name is written here.

First you will need to find someone who can read this leaflet.

Competent.

Excuse me, sir, would you like to read?

Believe me, you have to find another woman.

The new year hunts the old man.

You can't hold on to the Capulet's legs!

No!

Monsignor Martino, his wife and daughter.

Mercutio and his brother Valentino.

My Uncle Capulet with his wife and daughter.

My beautiful niece Rosaline...

Rosaline, Livio, Tybalt, the glowing Elena...

Where are they supposed to come?

At home Capulet is the beautiful Rosaline, whom you love

along with other beautiful women from Verona.

Why don't you go confront her with others I'll show you?

And you'll have to estimate a raven, your swan.

A more beautiful one than my love?

The sun has never seen anything more beautiful since the world began.

Put it next to another and you'll see if it still looks good.

I'll go to that feast, not for the comparison you propose,

but to feast upon my lady's splendour.

Juliet, my little girl.

What do you want?

That's what this is about.

Nurse, go away for a moment, it's a secret.

All right.

No, wait.

You better know our secret, too.

How old is my daughter?

I bet 14 of my teeth, even if I only have four left.

That doesn't get to 14.

If I can live long enough to see her married, that's all I want.

It's this husband I want to talk about.

Juliet, do you feel like getting a husband?

It is an honour I do not dream of.

In Verona, younger girls than you are already mothers.

Besides, I used to be, too, at your age.

In short, Count Paris wants you as a girlfriend.

Count Paris!

A man so finely made that he seems modelled by a sculptor.

The spring of Verona does not know the same flower.

It's true, an authentic flower.

So, tonight you'll see him at our party.

You will have plenty of time to contemplate him and admire his beauty.

Then you'll tell me if you feel like loving him.

I'll be in touch.

Ma'am, the guests are here.

Dinner is served. You are wanted, and Lady Juliet is being called.

I beg you, run now.

I'll follow you.

Juliet, hurry up, they're waiting for us.

Let's get out of here, baby.

Search for happy nights and happy days.

Give me a torch. You dance; I'll be the candle-holder.

How gloomy you are!

But we'll rip you out of this love mud

where you stuck to your ears.

Sure, it would make more sense not to go.

Why?

That's not fair.

Because I had a dream last night, a terrible dream.

Me too.

You speak of dreams. Meanwhile, dinner will end, and we shall arrive too late.

Or too soon, because I'm afraid some unexpected event surprises us.

An event suspended in the stars will begin the

It's a terrible course for her with tonight's party.

Come on, come on, come on.

Welcome.

The ladies who have no feet grieved by the calluses will dance with you.

Please, sir.

It's been a long time since I was masking myself and I could, unknown,

whisper something in the ear of a beautiful woman.

You guys keep playing.

More flashlights, you, and put out the fire, that the room is too hot.

What is it, Rosaline?

That black satin dress?

It's really beautiful.

Yeah, she's wonderful.

She's wonderful.

Romeo Montague.

Who's that lady?

I don't know, sir.

Teach torches to shine.

It hangs from the ears of the night like a rich jewel.

After this dance, I want to touch her hand with mine to make her blessed.

What a fool I've been to believe I've ever loved.

Give me the sword.

What?

Why so much storm?

Uncle, that's our enemy Montague.

He came here to make fun of us.

Young Romeo, perhaps?

Yeah, him, that scumbag.

Leave him alone. He's a gentleman.

For all the gold in this town, I wouldn't want to wrong him in my house.

I won't tolerate it.

You'll tolerate it.

Am I the master here, or are you?

But that's a shame.

You're just insolent at contradicting me.

I'd rather leave, then.

But remember that this damn intrusion

He will change for you in bitter rejoicing.

If they profane you, touching you with my unworthy hand, my lips.

are ready to temper this rude contact with a tender kiss.

You're wronging your hand.

Let your lips do what your hands do.

You pray, I will answer.

Don't move, then, while I take the effect of my prayer.

Thus sin is erased from my lips at the contact of yours.

My lips have the sin that they have taken away.

Too bad about my lips, sweetly declared guilt.

Give me my sin again.

Juliet!

Your mother seeks you, Lady Juliet.

Who's your mother?

Oh, my God!

She's the landlady.

She's a good, wise, virtuous lady.

I raised her the daughter you were talking to.

And who gets his money from the bride?

A Capulet.

My life is in debt to my enemy.

Come on, let's go. The party's at its peak.

For my faith, it's getting late.

But no, gentlemen, don't go.

We've got a little refreshment any minute.

Thank you, no.

Isn't it?

Then thank you all.

Torches here.

Nurse, who's going out now?

Someone... I think young Petruccio.

No, what follows him, what he didn't want to dance.

I don't know.

Go ask for his name.

If he's married, my grave will become my wedding bed.

His name is Romeo, and he is one of the Montague,

Only child of your great enemy.

My only love, seen too soon and too late seen.

Wonderful birth of love for me who love a hated enemy.

What are you talking about?

They're verses learned from someone I danced with.

Come, dear, the guests are waiting for us.

It's Juliet, it's her, my woman, my love.

Please deny your father.

or he swears to be my love, and I shall no longer be a Capulet.

Just your name, my enemy.

Romeo, leave your name.

Look how he puts his hand on his cheek.

I could be that hand so I could touch that cheek.

Just call me love.

From now on, I shall no longer be Romeo.

Who are you hiding in the night in my secret?

I don't know how to tell you who I am, because my name

He hates me, because he's an enemy to you.

My ears have not heard you speak, yet I know your voice.

Aren't you Romeo, a Montague?

I'm neither, if that's okay.

How did you get here?

The wall is tall and difficult to climb.

If my parents found out, they'd be dead to you.

I flew on the wall with my love wings and I'm not afraid of your relatives.

If they see you, they kill you.

There is more danger in your eyes than in twenty swords than they do.

If you're nice to me, I become invulnerable.

I don't want them to see you.

The night hides me in their eyes, and, as long as you love me, they find me.

Better to die at their hands than to live without your love.

Who drove you here?

Love, which would push me to reach you even if you were

as far away as a lido wet from the farthest sea.

If night didn't mask my face, you'd see it.

Blush for what you heard me say tonight.

Do you love me?

I know you'll say yes, and I'll believe you.

But if you swear, you could be fake.

Or kind Romeo, if you love me, say it, honestly.

But if you think I give up too soon, I'll make you woo me.

I love you, so I can't pretend with

Cunning, but then you already know my love.

So forgive me, and don't think I'm light.

I swear on the moon that of silver touches the tops of these trees...

Oh, no, don't swear on the inconstant moon that changes every month in its orbit.

What do you want me to swear on?

Don't swear at all, or if you want, swear on yourself and I'll believe you.

If the devoted love of my heart...

Do not swear, dear, good night, and that this love that blooms

may blossom beautifully at our next meeting.

Good night, sweetness and rest to your heart.

Will you leave me so, unsatisfied?

What satisfaction do you want tonight?

The exchange of the faithful vow of your love with mine.

I gave you mine before you asked me,

and yet I wish it were still to be given.

Would you like to pick it up?

So I can give it to you again.

My love is so deep that the more I give you, the more I have.

Juliet!

I gotta go.

Goodbye, Romeo.

Juliet!

Here I am, nurse!

Wait for me, I'll be right back.

Blessed night.

I'm afraid that, being night, this is just a dream.

Two words, Romeo, and good night indeed.

If your love is truly honest and you want to marry me,

Let me know tomorrow through someone I'll send you.

Tell her where and at what time the rite will be.

And I will put my fate at your feet and follow you to the end of the world.

But if your purpose is not honest, your court will cease.

I'll be right there!

And please leave me alone to my pain, I'll send someone.

So my soul will be saved.

A thousand good nights.

Romeo, what time will I send for you tomorrow?

Nine o'clock.

I won't fail. It will seem like 20 years.

I forgot why I called you back.

I'll stay here until you remember.

I'll never remember it for having you there again.

And I will always stay here and forget every other home except this one.

That's what I'd like to do, but good night.

I'd say good night until dawn.

Let sleep lodge in your eyes and peace in your womb.

Oh, if I sleep and peace, to rest so gently.

Eh, what a prodigious effectiveness it is in certain herbs that

can be poisonous and curative at the same time.

If you smell, they excite the senses and if you swallow, they kill them all.

Good morning, Father.

Bless you.

Ah, the fact that you're so early makes me think you're freed from

either our Romeo wasn't in bed at all tonight.

This last thing is true, and I had much more pleasant rest.

Oh, God, forgive the sin.

Were you with Rosaline?

Rosaline?

Rosaline!

Who is it?

I forgot that name.

That's good.

Where have you been then?

I'll tell you right away.

I went to Capulet's party, and one of them hurt me, and I hurt her.

We have no remedy but in your help and in your holy medicine.

You'd better talk straight.

Enigmatic confession, enigmatic absolution.

Then I'll tell you clearly.

Enrico Capulet's fair daughter is my love, and everything between us is...

less agreed on what you must agree with holy marriage.

St. Francis, blessed!

But how could you forget Rosaline so soon?

Your laments are still ringing in my ear and look at the

Your cheek: you still have the mark of an old tear.

How could you change so soon?

If you have always reproached me for loving Rosaline...

Yes, for the exaggeration, not for love.

Didn't you order me to bury that love?

I listened to him.

Yeah, but to get another one out of that pit.

Come on, don't scold me.

With her whom I now love, my love is reciprocated.

The other one didn't do that.

All right, skipper, come with me.

I will assist you to see if with your love

I will cause hatred to cease among your homes.

Let's go.

Yeah, I'm in a hurry.

Calm down, though, who goes fast stumbles, up.

Tybalt, relative of old Capulet,

He sent a letter to Romeo's father's house.

A challenge? I'd stake my head on it.

Poor Romeo, he's already dead.

Stabbed in the eye of a white gazelle,

the ear pierced by a song of love,

the heart broken by Cupid's arrow.

And such a man would like to fight with Tybalt.

Why, who is Tybalt?

He's a man who fights like he's following a book lesson.

It keeps time, rhythm and distance.

As in the past, the reverse point, the touch.

The what?

The plague seizes those ridiculous vanishes who invent these sliced terms.

Here's Romeo.

Mr. Romeo, good morning.

Good morning, both of you.

I greet you French as a tribute to your pants.

You played a good shot last night.

Why?

What kind of shot did I play?

But is it possible you don't understand?

Forgive me, dear Mercutio, but I was forced to be rude.

Now excuse me, but I'm going up to the house.

I should tell you a few words in confidence.

Peter, go!

My young woman

Mistress sent me to look for you.

What he ordered me to tell you, I'll keep to myself, but first leave.

Tell you that if you were to deceive her, you'd be very miserable.

Because he's so young.

And if you weren't honest with her, that would be really bad.

I swear.

Look, I'll tell you what.

God, how happy he'll be!

But what will you tell her if you don't listen to me?

I'll tell her you swore, which is proof that you are a gentleman.

Tell her she'll find a way to come and confess this afternoon.

and that there in the cell of Friar Lawrence will be acquitted and married.

Here, for your trouble.

I don't want a penny.

Come on, nurse.

You said this afternoon, sir.

Well, he'll be there.

But I'm not done, good nurse.

At the convent there will be a servant of mine who will give you

A rope ladder I'll need in the night.

Goodbye.

Be faithful, I'll reward you.

And remind me of your mistress.

May heaven bless you.

But is your servant reserved?

The best way to keep a secret when you are

Two people know that one of them doesn't know him.

My servant is as straight as steel.

And my mistress is the sweetest.

Not for nothing, but in the city there is a noble, a Paris, who would like to make a

Just bite, but she'd prefer a toad, a real toad, rather than him.

Remind me of your lady.

Come on, Peter.

What are you waiting for?

Come on, quick.

Here I am, finally.

What news, did you see that?

Get that man away.

Peter, go to the garden door.

I'm so tired.

Let me get some rest.

How my bones ache.

What a gallop you made me do.

I could have given you my bones, and you could have told me the news.

Come on, go, please.

Speak, nurse, speak.

Jesus, you're in a hurry.

Can't you wait a minute?

Can't you see I miss my breath?

But how do you miss your breath if you have the breath to tell me you miss it?

Is the news good or bad?

You made a funny choice.

You don't know how to choose a man.

Romeo, except that his face is better than that of others,

And all his figure, legs, hands, feet, and body,

Beyond any comparison, he's a man who...

But why?

Have you had lunch here yet?

I knew all this, nurse.

What about the wedding?

Oh, my God, my head hurts.

My heart beats as if something within would shatter it into a thousand pieces.

What about my poor back?

Damned be your heart that sent me to gallop up and down.

I'm sorry you're not well, but what did my love tell you?

Your love, as an honest, courteous gentleman,

beautiful and virtuous... where's your mother?

My mother?

He's in the house, where he should be.

What a strange answer!

My love, as an honest gentleman, says, "Where is my mother?"

Holy Mother of God, how impatient you are!

From now on, take your own messages.

But you do with the noise, what does Romeo say?

Do you want to go confession today, Juliet?

Yeah, sure.

Soon, then.

Brother Lawrence's cell is waiting for you to have a husband.

You're all red now, huh?

I'll eat a bite, you run to the convent.

I run to my destiny, nurse.

Goodbye.

Heaven shatters at this holy act,

and that the future does not blame us with crying.

Come with all the pain you want.

No grief could ever outweigh the joy I'll feel the moment I see her.

Just close our hands with holy words.

Then, death, which devours love, do as it pleases.

She'll just be mine.

How many violent joys have violent conclusions.

Therefore, love in moderation, only in this way does love last.

Good evening to my confessor.

Romeo will thank you for both.

Good evening.

Good evening, Juliet.

Let your language explain with rich music

the intimate joy we feel for this meeting of ours.

My love is such that I cannot count even half of my wealth.

Look, Mercutio, let's get out of here.

The Capulets are around, and if you met them, you wouldn't avoid an altercation.

If there's a guy with a hot head in Italy,

you're the one who loses your temper over nothing.

And then?

If there were two like you, there wouldn't be any.

that one, because one would kill the other.

Your head is full of fights like an egg full of yolk

and then you presume to tell me not to pick a quarrel.

I swear, that's a Capulet over there.

For my heel, I don't care.

Gentlemen, good evening.

A word to one of you.

Just a word, pair it with something.

Let's make a word and a blow.

You'll find me ready.

Sir, if you give me a chance.

Can't you take this opportunity yourself without offering it?

Mercutio, you consort with Romeo.

Consort?

You think I'm a minstrel?

In this case, be prepared to listen to other notes.

This is my bow that will make you dance.

We don't talk among people.

Either we retire to a secluded place to think in cold blood or

Let's get out of here where all eyes are on us.

The eyes of men are made to look, let them look.

I'm not going anywhere.

Stay in peace, here comes my man.

Hang me if Romeo is your servant.

Move on the ground and follow you as a man.

Romeo, the respect I feel for you doesn't

allows you to use a better term.

You're a coward.

Tybalt, I have such reasons for loving you that I apologise

the anger that makes you say such a word.

I'm not a coward, so goodbye, I see you don't know me.

That won't excuse the insults you've done to me, out of the sword.

Ignorable, vile submission! A good stocking will put everything back.

Not only have I never insulted you, but I love you more than you know.

Tybalt, eat rats, let's take a step apart.

What do you want from me?

You want to get your sword out of the sheath before mine doesn't fix your ears?

Mercutio, put your sword away.

For God's sake, throw down their swords with yours.

Come on, are you scared?

Mercutio, Tybalt, the prince has forbidden these duels in the streets of Verona.

Stop!

Lean on me, I'm hurt.

The plague seizes your homes.

I'm dead, and he escaped without getting hurt.

It's serious.

Let go of me.

It's just a scratch.

Come on, the wound can't be serious.

It is not as founded as a well, it is not as wide as

a church portal, but that's enough.

Tomorrow ask about me and you will find me already in the pit.

I'm a dead man now.

The plague seizes your homes!

Damn her!

A coward, a bad boy, who fights by calculating everything.

Why did you get in the way?

He hurt me from under your arm.

I thought it best to separate you.

Help me stand.

Benvolio, I feel faint.

The plague seizes your two houses that have made me food for worms.

Your damn houses.

Tybalt was killed because of me.

My name is stained for the insult of Tybalt.

Oh, sweet Juliet, your beauty has softened my temper.

Look, there's Tybalt coming back still furious.

Tybalt triumphs alive and Mercutio is dead.

May the fury of fire lead me now.

You'll take back the name of coward that you gave me.

Mercutio's soul is on our heads

Waiting for yours to escort him.

One of us will have to go with him.

You cowardly worm that you gave him strength here, you'll leave with him.

Run, Romeo!

Run before the guards get here!

If they take you for yourself, death is safe.

Go away!

Run!

Where did the man who killed Mercutio escape from?

Here lies, it is Tybalt.

You ladies, come with me.

I command you in the name of the prince.

Who started this bloody fight?

Augusto prince, I can explain all the unhappy unfolding of the facts.

Tybalt was killed by Romeo.

He invited Tybalt to reflect on how futile the

the cause of the quarrel and remembered your disgust.

All this failed to curb the impetus of Tybalt, who was

He threw with the sharp iron toward the bosom of the valiant Mercutio.

Romeo rushed among them but a malicious storehouse of Tybalt

He struck under Romeo's arm, killing the mighty Mercutio.

He fled then Tybalt but to return immediately after to face Romeo

and before I could divide them the mighty Tybalt fell killed.

Romeo then fled.

Your guards arrived at this point in the square but

Unfortunately, the irreparable had already happened.

Prince, this is the truth.

If it isn't, I'll die.

He is a relative of the Montague.

He's not telling the truth.

About twenty of them fought in this bush

Brawl and those winds together killed a life.

I beg justice, and you, Prince, must render it.

Romeo killed Tybalt.

Romeo doesn't have to live.

Romeo killed Tybalt but these killed Mercutio.

Who now owes the precious blood of this man?

Not Romeo, Prince.

He was a friend of Mercutio and replaced the law by ending the life of Tybalt.

For that offence, we banish him, and I shall fine you so heavily

that you will all regret having shed my blood with cruel brawls.

I'll be deaf to prayers and excuses.

Neither tears nor prayers can atone for these offences.

So don't use any.

And Romeo is banned from this city forever.

If my guards find him, that'll be his last hour.

There is no world outside the walls of Verona, but purgatory, torture, hell.

Barbara ingratitude.

Our law would want death for your guilt but the prince,

neglecting the law, he turned death into a ban.

This is rare clemency and you don't see it.

You can't talk about what you don't hear.

Were you as young as I, were Juliet your love, married but an hour,

killed Tybalt and you banished, perhaps then you would tear your hair and

You would swoop into the ground to take the measure of a pit not yet dug.

They're knocking!

Hide!

Romeo, please, they'll arrest you.

But who's knocking so hard?

Where are you from?

What do you want?

I come from Madonna Juliet, let me in.

Welcome then.

Holy Father, where is the lord of my mistress?

Where's Romeo?

Out here.

For the sake of Juliet, be man, do not give yourselves up to such deep sorrow.

What does my secret bride say about our broken love?

You don't say anything, sir, but you cry and cry.

Every once in a while he rises on the bed to invoke Tybalt,

Then he yells Romeo and throws himself down again on the bed.

Almost my name killed her, like her hand.

accursed, who killed her kinsman.

You're acting like a beast.

Go, go to her and comfort her, but don't stay until she passes.

the watch, because then you can't escape to Mantua, where you have to live

Until we find a way to make your marriage known,

reconcile your relatives and beg the prince's forgiveness.

You go ahead and tell her Romeo will be with her soon.

Here's a ring my lady gave me for you.

But don't be late.

Get out now and good night.

Then stay in Mantua, and I will find your servant.

that will bring you every good new you have here.

If it weren't the superhuman joy that dragged me,

It would be a great pain to separate me from you.

Goodbye.

Things took place so unhappy that we didn't have

the time to talk about your proposal to our daughter.

Now it's very late. I swear, if it wasn't for the

Your visit, I was going to bed an hour ago.

These grievous moments leave no time to woo.

Good night, Madonna.

My respects to your daughter.

I'll know your soul tomorrow early.

Tonight she's locked in her pain.

Master Paris, I believe my girl will let herself be guided by me in all things.

Wife, inform her of the love of Count Paris and

Tell her, be careful, that next Wednesday...

Wait, what day is it?

Monday, sir.

Monday?

Ah, Wednesday's too early.

It's Thursday.

Tell her she'll be married to this nobleman on Thursday, sir.

We will do something intimate, because having been Tybalt killed so recently we

He might think we didn't realize if we had too much party.

So a dozen friends will be enough.

All right, Thursday?

Good sir, I wish Thursday was tomorrow.

All right, now go, so be it for Thursday.

You prepare Juliet for that day.

Let's go.

You want to leave?

It's not near the day yet.

It's the nightingale, not the lark, that hurts your ear.

He sings there every night on that pomegranate.

Believe me, love, the nightingale.

The lard was the morning herald, not the nightingale.

Look, love, what envious streaks edge

the clouds parting there in the east.

The candles of the night are customary and the day

By playing he rises in the mountains suffused with fog.

I have to go and live or stay and die.

That light is not the day, I know it.

It is some meteors that the sun exalted to make you this

Torch night and light your way to Mantua.

Stay still.

They arrest me, put me to death.

I'll pay if you like.

I'll say that gray is not the morning eye.

and that the lark does not sing loudly about our leaders.

More eager to stay than to go.

Come or die, or welcome.

Juliet like that.

What now, my soul?

You said so yourself.

It's not daylight.

It is, it is.

Hurry up, go, go.

It is the lark that sings in this way by throwing unpleasant sharps.

They say the lark makes sweet notes detached, but this one divides us.

Start now, the light grows more and more.

More and more light, more and more dark our troubles.

Then let the day come and let life end.

God, give me a kiss and I'll come down.

Romeo, so you're off sir, love, groom, lover.

Send me news every hour, every day, for every minute feels like many days.

And according to this account, it will be many years before I see my Romeo again.

I won't give you a good chance to say goodbye.

You think we'll never see each other again?

I don't doubt it.

And all these troubles will serve as sweet conversations in our future time.

I have in my soul bad omens.

Now that you're so low, like a dead man in the bottom of the grave,

My eyesight fails and you look so pale.

Really, love, in my eye so it's you.

It is the pain that, greedy, sucks our blood.

Goodbye, goodbye.

You're under arrest.

Bring me my wrists.

Let's chase him!

What's up, Juliet?

I don't feel too good.

I have a cry for cousin's death.

You don't want him to come back to life with tears, so that's it.

Now I want to give you some good news.

What happy news in such a sad time?

Here, my daughter, next Thursday, Count Paris

He will make you his happy bride in the church of St. Peter.

Why do I have to get married without being courted?

Tell my lord father I don't want me yet

Marry and when I do, I swear he won't be with Paris.

There he is, your father.

Tell him yourself, you'll see how he gets it.

Still crying?

But it is a perpetual flood.

So, did you inform me of our order?

Sure, but she doesn't want to know anything.

I wish the stupid woman was married to her grave.

Adagio, let me understand.

Isn't it proud that we got you such a bridegroom?

Insolent kitten!

Get your dainty legs ready for Thursday to go with

at St Peter's Church, where I shall drag you over a gridiron.

Get out, you anaemic wretch!

Out, you impudent tallow-face!

No, you're crazy!

Father, I beg you on my knees, let me say one word.

To the impudent motherfucker!

You miserable maid, I'll tell you what needs to be said.

Go to church on Thursday or never look me in the face again and don't replicate,

Don't answer me.

My hands itch.

Wife, we thought ourselves unlucky that God had given us only this daughter.

But now I see that it's too much and that it's a curse to have her.

Get out, you slut!

You're to blame, sir, because you're scrambling her like this.

And why, Madonna, if you don't keep your tongue down

and gossip with your cronies, will you?

Is that the sin of lèse-majesté?

God bless you.

What?

Can't we speak any more?

Enough, you idiot gossip!

Go spit out judgments between the cups with

We have no need for your cronies here.

You're too cranky.

That makes me crazy.

Day and night, always, my thought was to see her laid.

And now that I have found a gentleman full of virtue, there is a miserable

Crying fool, a sobbing doll,

who answers me at the moment that you offer her luck: "I don't want to marry,

I can't love, I'm too young, I beg, forgive me!

But if you don't get married, I'll forgive you.

But you may graze wherever you wish; you shall have no roof with me.

You will go to the gallows, you will starve, you will die.

on the road, because I will no longer recognize you.

Be sure.

Think about it, because I won't be perjury.

There's no mercy for my crying.

O my good mother, do not drive me out, delay the marriage

of one month, one week, otherwise prepared on

wedding bed in the same grave where Tybalt lies.

Don't talk to me, because I won't say a word.

Suit yourself, I'm done with you.

Oh, my God, nurse, how can you avoid this?

Don't you have a word of gladness, of comfort?

Oh, yeah, yeah, sure.

Romeo is banished, and I'm playing the head that doesn't

He will never have the courage to come back and claim you.

So, as things stand, I think you'd better marry the Count.

He's a very delicious gentleman.

Romeo, your husband, is a rag compared to him.

But you really speak from the heart.

And also from the soul.

Amen.

What?

You comforted me beautifully.

Go and tell my mother I'm going to be a friar.

Lawrence to confess and be acquitted.

Ah, that's a very sensible solution.

For Thursday, the time is very short.

That is Master Capulet's wish; I won't be the one to curb his haste.

You tell me you still don't know Juliet's feelings.

This is a crooked process I don't like.

She still mourns the death of Tybalt,

And so I didn't want to talk to her about love.

Now, Reverend, the father considers it dangerous for you to give so much

I ran to grief, and therefore wisely hastens our marriage.

Now you know the reason for so much haste.

What a lucky encounter, Madonna Juliet, my bride.

That can be said when it happens that I get married.

That's next Thursday.

What has to be.

Do you come here to confess to your father?

Then don't deny him that you love me.

I'll tell him what my love is.

Poor soul, your face is disfigured by tears.

Tears have had little victory.

My face was bad before it was devastated.

You slander her so much they don't make tears.

You can't say slander what's true.

Are you comfortable now or am I coming back to you tonight?

I'm comfortable now, child.

Monsignor, we must entertain ourselves.

God forbid I disturb godly practices.

Juliet, on Thursday I'll come and wake you up and get you up.

Until then,

Serve this chaste kiss.

Goodbye hope, goodbye remedy, goodbye help.

Juliet, I already know your pain.

I understand that Thursday you must marry this Count.

Please don't tell me you heard him.

If you don't tell me how I can avoid it.

God united my heart with that of Romeo.

And you have joined our hands.

And before this hand, which belongs to Romeo,

or another, this dagger will put an end to both.

Give me some advice, I'll die.

If what you say isn't a remedy...

Stop, child.

If you, rather than marry Count Paris, have the strength to kill yourself,

Then it's likely that you can try something terrible.

like death to cast away this shame.

And if you have the courage, I'll give you the remedy.

Rather than marry Paris, command me to close the night in a full ossuary

of rattling dead bones, mouldy shinbones and toothless yellow skulls.

Things that give me the creeps to hear and I will do them without

fear to live bride intact only of my sweet love.

Now go home, be happy and allow to marry Paris.

Wednesday is tomorrow.

Tomorrow night, try to sleep alone, without the nurse staying with you.

When you go to bed, take this vial and drink it with a sip.

At once, a great chill will run through your veins and your pulse will stop.

No heat, no breath will testify that you are alive

For every part of your body shall be as cold as death.

And then tomorrow, when your groom comes to get you, he'll find you dead.

So, dressed in your best clothes, in a coffin as discovered as

In use you will be taken to the tomb of the Capulet where everyone lies.

And there you'll sleep for 42 hours and then you'll wake up like a sweet sleep.

And I will warn Romeo, and we shall watch over him.

You wake up and you're going to Mantua the same night.

All this can be done if you are not afraid.

Don't talk to me about fear.

Go now and be strong.

I will quickly send a friar to Mantua to your lord with a letter.

Baby, give me strength and strength will help me.

Goodbye, dear father.

Soon, go to Mantua and deliver this letter to young Romeo Montague.

You, invite as many guests as they are registered here.

You go recruit me 20 skilled cooks.

They'll all be good 'cause I'll see if they can lick their fingers.

Why?

Anyone who can't lick his fingers is a bad cook, sir.

So, did my daughter go to Fra Lawrence?

Yes, of course, sir.

Let's hope he managed to convince that whimsical one.

Here she comes back from confession.

Look at her, how happy she is.

So, my stubborn, where have you been wandering?

Where I learned to repent for disobeying yours

commands and I was enjoined by Fra Lawrence to kneel

From now on, I'll do whatever you want.

Seek the Count, tell him everything.

I mean this knot is tight tomorrow morning.

Father, I wanted to tell you that I saw the Count in Fra Lawrence's cell and

I gave him that love that I could without crossing the limits of modesty.

Ah, I'm happy about that.

Come on, now get up.

The whole city must be very obligated to this Reverend Friar.

Nurse, accompany me to my room for

choose the dress to make me beautiful tomorrow.

No, no, there's still time before Thursday.

Go, nurse, go.

We're going to church tomorrow.

Yes, this is the most beautiful.

But now please, Nurse, leave me alone.

I need to pray a lot to be forgiven.

Do you need my help?

No, ma'am, we've chosen the necessary things for tomorrow.

So leave me alone and let the nurse come with you to help you.

Good night.

Go to bed and rest, you need it.

Come on, Nurse.

Goodbye.

I wonder when I'll see you again.

There's a subtle chill of fear that almost freezes in my veins.

I'll call you back to comfort me.

Nurse!

Nurse!

Come on, vial.

And if the poison doesn't work, then I'll have to get married in the morning.

No, no.

The dagger will forbid it.

You stay here.

I'll keep this for you.

Hey, mistress!

Mistress!

Juliet!

But he sleeps so hard.

Lazy little lamb.

Hey, babe!

Madonna!

Honey!

You have to wake up.

Let's go!

Sure, you better sleep now, because the

Count Paris will make you sleep shortly after.

Oh, my God!

Dressed and wearing a wedding dress.

Ma'am!

Ma'am!

She's dead!

Help!

Help!

My lady is dead!

What kind of noise is this?

What's going on?

My lady is dead!

My lady!

I was never born!

Oh, my God, what a horror!

My baby!

My only life!

Get back to life!

Open your eyes or I'll die with you!

Juliet!

Help!

Shame!

Get Juliet out of here!

That her bridegroom is here!

She's dead!

She's dead!

Juliet!

Is the bride ready to go to church?

It's cold.

It's ice his blood.

His limbs are stiff.

Ready to go, but never to come back.

All the things we bought for his party will be for his funeral.

Monsignor, retreat.

And you too, Madonna, go with him.

Prepare to accompany this fair body to her grave.

Heaven is certainly angry with you for some guilt.

Do not annoy him any further by opposing his lofty will.

I dreamed of my woman next to me and found me dead.

And it breathed such a life with kisses on my lips that I revived.

Here's the news from Verona.

What's up, Balthasar?

Do you have letters from Fra Lawrence?

Is that my father, and you, my lady?

Why can nothing be sick if she's okay?

His body lies in the tomb of the Capulets

and his spirit lives with angels.

I saw him drop into the family grave and I ran to tell you.

Forgive me if I bring you this bad news,

But you left me with the task of informing you.

Bring me paper and ink and rent a horse.

Please, sir, calm down.

Your appearance foreshadows misfortune.

Do what I order you to do.

Do you have letters from the friar?

No, my lord.

It's okay.

Hurry up and rent a horse.

Juliet, I'll lie with you tonight.

Stop. No one's allowed in.

What does this mean?

A cholera epidemic broke out in Mantua territory.

For fear that someone like you might take her to the city,

There is an order not to let anyone in.

I have a very important letter to deliver.

I'm sorry, but that's impossible.

Hey, spicy!

Apothecary!

Who's screaming like that?

Here, 40 ducats.

Let me have a pinch of poison that will spread through all veins and who will

swallow may fall dead with the rapidity with which the gunpowder burns.

I have this poison, but the law in Mantua condemns the dealer to death.

Are you full of misery and afraid to die?

Take this money.

My poverty, not my will, accepts.

And your poverty I pay.

Here's your poison.

Here's your gold, worse poison to men's hearts,

which brings more murderers into this dirty world than

all the poor mixes you can't sell.

Goodbye and buy yourself some food.

Let's go.

Come with me to Juliet's grave.

You, abominable belly of death, filled with the most precious

mouthful of earth, I'll force your rotten jaws apart.

What infamy do you want to do on that unhappy man's body?

Follow me.

You must die.

I have to die, of course, and that's why I came here.

But I beg you not to put another

sin over my boss pushing me to rage.

Get out!

I arrest you like a thug.

You want to provoke me?

Worse for you!

My love, my bride, the death that sucked honey

of your breath had no power over your beauty.

Your cheeks and your lips are pink.

You're not won!

And you, Tybalt, lying here in your bloody shroud,

What greater favour can I do you?

To cut off with the same hand that broke

Your youth, what was your enemy?

Forgive me, cousin.

Juliet, dear, why are you still so beautiful?

Love is the death that holds you here in the dark for having you as his lover.

And here I'll always be with you.

I'll never get away from here again.

Eyes, take your last look.

Arms, grab your last hug.

And you, lips, seal with the holy kiss a perpetual covenant.

I drink to my love.

Or sincere spice, how fast your poison is.

Or miserable, you drank everything.

You didn't leave a drop to help me.

I'll kiss your lips.

Perhaps some poison still clings to them and will make me die.

Your lips are warm.

No!

Quick, get help!

O propitious dagger!