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[Tlhingan-hol] romyo' julyet je: II.2.1-25

Rohan Fenwick ([email protected]) [KLI Member]



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<body class='hmmessage'><div dir='ltr'>Some more Romeo and Juliet; a 25-line soliloquy from the beginning of Act II, Scene 2. You all know the one, I imagine :)<br><br>As usual, comments and criticisms are entirely welcome.<br><br>romyo'<br>'oy'mo' SIQbe'bogh Ha'DIbaH Hagh ghaH.<br><br>(DungDajDaq QorwaghDaq nargh julyet'e'.)<br><br>mevyap! Qorwaghvetlhvo' narghlaw' 'otlh tIH!<br>jajlo' tu'lu', 'ej jul Da julyet'e'.<br>yISal, jul 'IH; Dughalbogh maS yIHoH!<br>rop bechchoHpu' 'ej pujchoHpu' maS qab,<br>SoH 'IH law' 'oH 'IH puS 'e' Sovchu'mo'.<br>ghalmo', toy'wI''a'Daj yIDaQo'qu';<br>ghIH HIpDaj, SuDtaHvIS veqlargh mInDu',<br>HIp ghIH tuQ qoHpu' neH: yItuQmoHQo'!<br>be''a'wI' ghaH be'vetlh'e', bangwI' ghaH!<br>QI'yaH! 'e' Sovbe'ba'!<br>jatlhtaH ghaH, 'ach pagh jatlhlaw'taH; nuq jatlh?<br>'ach jatlh neH mInDaj, vaj vIjangqang jIH.<br>va, tlhoy jIjaqlaw' jIH; mujatlhbe'ba'.<br>'op Qu' lughajba' QI'tu' Hovmey nIv;<br>cheghpa' wovtaHghach Qu' chavlu'taHmeH,<br>Qu''a' luchav be' mInDu' 'e' lutlhob.<br>'ach Daqchaj mechchugh mInDu', Hovmey je,<br>chal Hovmey tuHmoH qevpobDu'Daj wov,<br>jaSHa' Sech rammoH jul; puv mInDu'Daj<br>'ej yavDaq QI'tu' 'otlh SISmoHtaHmo'<br>po Ha'DIbaH wupmoH, qaSlaw' jajlo'.<br>yIlegh; ghopvaD qevpobDaj QutlhmoHtaH!<br>ghuy'cha', ghop 'IHDaq pogh vImoj vIneH,<br>vaj qevpobvetlh vIQutlhlaH!<br><br>In English:<br><br>Romeo<br>He jests at scars that never felt a wound.<br><br>(Juliet appears above at a window)<br><br>But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks?<br>It is the east, and Juliet is the sun.<br>Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon,<br>Who is already sick and pale with grief,<br>That thou her maid art far more fair than she:<br>Be not her maid, since she is envious;<br>Her vestal livery is but sick and green<br>And none but fools do wear it; cast it off.<br>It is my lady, O, it is my love!<br>O, that she knew she were!<br>She speaks yet she says nothing: what of that?<br>Her eye discourses; I will answer it.<br>I am too bold, 'tis not to me she speaks:<br>Two of the fairest stars in all the heaven,<br>Having some business, do entreat her eyes<br>To twinkle in their spheres till they return.<br>What if her eyes were there, they in her head?<br>The brightness of her cheek would shame those stars,<br>As daylight doth a lamp; her eyes in heaven<br>Would through the airy region stream so bright<br>That birds would sing and think it were not night.<br>See, how she leans her cheek upon her hand!<br>O, that I were a glove upon that hand,<br>That I might touch that cheek!<br><br>QeS<br> 		 	   		  </div></body>
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