As love is full of unbefitting strains,
All wanton as a child, skipping and vain......
爱情，充满了匪夷所思的妄想，
教我们做出了荒唐可笑的事，
就像孩子一样，轻狂、任性、不懂事……
What's in a name? that which we call a rose
By any other name would smell as sweet;
So Romeo would, were he not Romeo call'd,
Retain that dear perfection which he owes
Without that title.
姓名又算什么呢？我们命名作玫瑰的，
不叫它玫瑰，它不也一样香？
罗密欧也是这样，就算不叫他罗密欧，
他还是保留着天生的完美，
这与名字无关。
If ever we are nature's, these are ours; this thorn
Doth to our rose of youth rightly belong;
Our blood to us, this to our blood is born;
It is the show and seal of nature's truth,
Where love's strong passion is impress'd in youth......
我们是凡人，都有爱情的痛苦，
爱的刺就长在我们青春的玫瑰上。
我们有激情，激情因爱而生，
这是天性的真实的外表和印记。
在青年时代会打上热恋的烙印……
……for to be wise and love
Exceeds man's might; that dwells with gods above.
……因为智慧和爱情是和神祇同在的，
凡人不可能同时拥有。
