Romeo: My love! My wife!

Death, that hath sucked the honey of thy breath,

Hath had no power yet upon thy beauty.

Thou are not conquered. Beauty's ensign yet

Is crimson¹ in thy lips and in thy cheeks,

And death's pale flag is not advanced there.

Dear Juliet,

Why art thou yet so fair? Shall I believe

That unsubstantial Death is amorous²,

Keeps thee here in dark to be his paramour?

Here. O, here will I set up my everlasting³ rest

And shake the yoke⁴ of inauspicious stars

From this world-wearied flesh.

Eyes, look your last!

Arms, take your last embrace! And, lips, O you

The doors to breath, seal with a righteous kiss

A dateless bargain to engrossing⁵ death!

罗密欧：我的爱人！我的妻子！

死神虽然吸干了你甜蜜的气息，

却没有力量摧毁你的美丽。

你没有被征服，美丽的红旗仍然

轻拂着你的嘴唇和面颊，

死神的白旗还未插到那里。

亲爱的朱丽叶，

你为什么依然如此美丽？难道要我相信

无形的死神很多情，

把你藏在这暗洞里做他的情妇？

这儿，啊，我要在这儿永远安息

从我这厌恶人生的躯体上

挣脱厄运的奴役。

眼睛，最后再看一次！

手臂，最后拥抱一次吧！嘴唇，啊！

气息的大门，用一个合法的吻

跟贪婪的死神订立一份永久的合同！