Original subtitles

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;,

beauty too rich for use, for earth too dear.

So shows a snowy dove trooping with crows,

as yonder lady o'er her fellow shows.

Did my heart love till now?

Forswear it sight,

for I ne'er saw true beauty till this night.

This by his voice should be a Montague.

Uncle, this is a Montague, our foe;

a villain that is hither come in spite,

to scorn at our solemnity this night.

Young Romeo is it?

Dares the slave come hither covered in an antic face,

to fear and scorn at our solemnity?

'A bears him like a courtly gentleman;

and to say truth, Verona brags of him

to be a virtuous and well managed youth.

I would not for the wealth of all this town

here in my house do him disparagement.

Therefore have patience, take no note of him.

The Moureska!

The Moureska!

(jingling)

(laughs)

(music plays)

Why, Uncle, 'tis a shame!

Go to.

You are a saucy boy.

You'll make a mutiny among my guests!

Am I the master here, or you?

I will not endure him.

You will not endure! He shall be endured!

Or I know what!

Well said, my hearts.

You're a princox.

Be quiet or...

Ah.

For shame! I'll make you quiet.

Leonardo will sing!

Leonardo, I pray thee, sing.

♪ What is a youth? ♪

♪ Impetuous fire ♪

♪ What is a maid? ♪

♪ Ice and desire ♪

♪ The world wags on ♪

♪ A rose will bloom ♪

♪ It then will fade ♪

♪ So does a youth ♪

♪ So does the fairest maid ♪

♪ Comes the time ♪

♪ When one sweet smile ♪

♪ Has its season for a while ♪

♪ Then love's in love with me ♪

♪ Some may think only to marry ♪

♪ Others will tease and tarry ♪

♪ Mine is the very best parry ♪

♪ Cupid he rules us all ♪

♪ Caper the caper, sing me the song ♪

♪ Death will come soon to hush us along ♪

♪ Sweeter than honey and bitter as gall ♪

♪ Love is a pastime that never will pall ♪

♪ Sweeter than honey and bitter as gall ♪

♪ Cupid he rules us all ♪

♪ A rose will bloom ♪

♪ And then will fade ♪

♪ So does a youth ♪

♪ So does the fairest maid ♪

If I profane with my unworthiest hand

this holy shrine,

the gentle sin is this;

my lips, two blushing pilgrims, ready stand

to smooth the rough touch with a gentle kiss.

Oh.

Good pilgrim, you do wrong your hand too much

which mannerly devotion shows in this;

for saints have hands that pilgrims' hands do touch

and palm to palm is holy palmers' kiss.

Have not saints lips, and holy palmers too?

Ay, pilgrim, lips that they must use in prayer.

Oh...

Oh then, dear saint,

let lips do what hands do...

They pray, grant thou,

lest faith turn to despair.

Saints do not move,

though grants for prayers' sake.

Then move not...

While my prayer's effect I take.

Thus from my lips, by thine,

my sin is purged.

Then have my lips the sin that they have took.

Sin from my lips!

Oh trespass sweetly urged!

Give me my sin again.

♪ A rose will bloom ♪

♪ It then will fade ♪

♪ So does a youth ♪

♪ So does the fairest maid ♪