罗密欧与朱丽叶搞笑版(剧本) 罗密欧与朱丽叶 画外音：月黑风高夜，杀人放火天。朱丽叶的家中 ，一出爱情悲剧就要上演了 。 总管驾到！（背景音乐《包青天》）［总管上 ，旁边一跟班，手持一牌 ，正面书“总管”背后写“PIG ” 。现只露正面。众仆人上 。］ 仆人：**回房了！ （总管与仆人一旁站立 ，两丫鬟扯布送**回房） 总管：最近有个姓罗的家伙，对我们**心怀不轨 。我们要加~~~强防范。各小队集合！ 稍息 ，立正！向右看齐！（有向左） 排除安全隐患 ，大家小心火烛！（用方言） 众仆人：（齐喊）请说普通话，使用规范字！ 总管：一小队 ，去查大门！ 一小队：喳！（行清朝礼仪） 总管：二小队 ，去查后门！ 二小队：Yes，sir！（敬礼） 总管：三小队 ，去查狗洞！ 三小队：嘿！（鞠躬 ，90度） 众仆人：那~~~~~您呢？ 总管：我嘛，去检查**的闺房！hia，hia ，hia…… 三小队：（齐）呸！ 总管：还不快去！（三小队下场） 总管：咦 ，有人！（做藏身状，罗密欧偷偷摸摸上 ，背景音乐《鬼子进村》） 罗密欧：搓麻诚宝贵 ，上网价更高 。若为朱丽叶，二者皆可抛！ （总管出来与罗见面 ，左摇 ，右晃 。两人跳开） 总罗：（合唱）“在哪里，在哪里见过你？你的面容如此熟悉。 ” 总：来者何人 ，报上名来！ 罗：你问我是谁？报出我的大名包你吓死！我就是才高八斗 ，学富五车，玉树临风 ，风度翩翩 ，人称“玉面小飞虫”的罗家大少密欧是也！what about you？ 总：我？我报出名来你可别吓跑了！我就是堂堂朱家Private Important Giant！简称“PIG ”！（从兜中掏出证件，旁边跟班高举牌子“PIG ”）你可以保持沉默，但你所说的一切都将成为呈堂证供 。我是不会让你见我家**的！要见我家** ，先过我这关！ 罗：当真不让？（京剧念白） 总：当真不让！（京剧念白） 罗：果然不让？（京剧念白） 总：果然不让！（京剧念白） 罗：好 ，来吧！（音乐起，两人跳段“恰恰恰” 。之后蹦到一起） 齐：两只小蜜蜂啊 ，飞在花丛中啊 ，左飞飞，右飞飞 ，飞啊（罗猜拳赢三次） 总：小子 ，你等着！ 罗：哈哈哈哈…… （总管带上一老者，头缠头巾 ，迷彩装 ，两撇白胡子） 罗：咦，怎么会这么象？莫非你就是…… 老：不错 ，俺就是萨达姆~~~~~的弟弟朱达姆·侯赛因。 总：这就是我们朱家的高手高手高高手 ，怕了吧！hia，hia，hia…… 罗：哈哈哈 ，天堂有路尔不走 ，地狱无门自来投！你难道不知道我的表弟就是布什吗？看麻醉剂 。！（掏出大大大大针管扎向老者） 老：不好，哎呦！（摇晃 ，欲倒 ，高呼）打倒美帝国主义！ 罗：哼，跟我斗！我头顶一棵白菜 ，身披联合国彩带 ，腰缠各国外债，手拿核弹一块 。跟我斗！哈哈哈…… （三队长上） 罗：这次我用暗器。着！（以保龄球的姿势扔出） 三队长：我闪！看我的暗器 ，着！（以棒球的姿势扔出） 罗：我凌空抽射！ 三队长：我空中灌篮！ 罗：我咬耳朵！ 三队长：我假摔！ 罗：高手啊！看我换一招！我乙肝！ 三队长：我狂犬！ 罗：我非典！ 三队长：（捂嘴 ，后退）算你狠！（退场） 罗：hia，hia ，hia ，hia…… （二队长从背后用剑插入罗的后背，将其踹出，把剑拔出在鞋底抹抹。） 罗：（受捂胸口）你是…… （二队长撩开衣服 ，上书四个大字“非典疫苗 ”） 二队长：拿下（众人上场 ，抓住罗） （朱母、丫鬟模特步登场） 朱母：只要你能从几个蒙面的女子中认出我女儿，我就饶你不死！ （先后两个都不是 。第三个认出） 罗：（唱）“千万里我追寻着你 ，希望你 ，能够在意…… ” 朱：（唱）“你知道我在等你吗？如果你真的在乎我，又怎会让我在…… （两人手牵手 ，深情地望着对方 ，转几圈） 罗：oh，亲爱的朱丽叶 ，几天不见 ，你怎么变胖了？ 朱：哼！（扭头便走） 罗：亲爱的朱丽叶，不要走 ，其实我这次来只想对你说一句话：曾经有一个机会摆在我的面前 ，可是我没有珍惜，直到失去它才后悔莫及 。人世间最痛苦的事莫过于此。如果上天能给我个机会再来一次，我会对你说三个字~~~~~~~~~“还我钱！”你欠我的五毛钱什么时候还啊！（痛哭流涕 。被仆人拖走 ，一边走 ，一边喊“还钱！ ”）
求10分钟左右的剧本，最好是 罗密欧与朱丽叶 的……
英文剧本: 现代罗密欧与朱丽叶 Romeo Juliet script
Romeo + Juliet script
Two households, both alike in dignity,
in fair Verona, where we lay our scene,
from ancient grudge break to new mutiny,
where civil blood makes civil hands unclean.
From forth the fatal loins of these two foes,
a pair of star-cross 'd lovers take their life;
whose misadventured piteous overthrows
doth with their death bury their parents ' strife.
The fearful passage of their death-mark'd love
and the continuance of their parents ' rage,
which, but their children 's end, nought could remove,
is now the two hours ' traffiic of our stage.
Two households,
both alike in dignity,
in fair Verona, where we lay our scene,
from ancient grudge break to new mutiny,
where civil blood makes civil hands unclean.
From forth the fatal loins of these two foes,
a pair of star-cross 'd lovers take their life.
A dog of the house of Capulet moves me!
Pedlar's excrement!
King Urinal! Go rot!
The boys! The boys!
- The quarrel is between our masters. - And us their men!
Hubble, bubble, toil and trouble!
And I am a pretty piece offlesh!
I am...
a pretty piece of flesh!
- Here comes of the house of Capulet! - Quarrel, I will back thee.
I will bite my thumb at them, which is a disgrace to them, if they bear it.
Go forth! I will back thee!
- Do you bite your thumb at us, sir? - l... I do bite my thumb, sir.
Do you bite your thumb at us, sir?
- Is the law of our side if I say ay? - No!
No, sir, I do not bite my thumb at you, sir, but I bite my thumb, sir!
- Do you quarrel, sir? - Quarrel, sir? No, sir!
But if you do, sir, I am for you. I serve as good a man as you.
No better?
Here comes our kinsman. Say better!
- Yes, sir, better! - You lie!
Draw, if you be men!
Part, fools! You know not what you do.
Put up your Swords!
What, art thou drawn among these... heartless hinds?
Turn thee, Benvolio,
and look upon thy death.
I do but keep the peace.
Put up thy Sword,
or manage it to part these men with me.
Peace?
Peace?
I hate the word...
as I hate hell,
all Montagues,
and thee.
Bang bang!
Bang.
- Come forth! Come! - Wait!
Come forth!
From ancient grudge break to new mutiny...
Do not proceed!
Give me my Longsword, ho!
Thou shalt not stir one foot to seek a foe.
Rebellious subjects,
enemies to peace!
Throw your mistemper'd weapons to the ground!
On pain of torture,
from those bloody hands throw your mistemper'd weapons to the ground!
Three civil brawls,
bred of an airy word by thee, old Capulet, and Montague,
have thrice disturbed the quiet of our streets.
If ever you disturb our streets again,
your lives shall pay the forfeit of the peace.
O where is Romeo? Saw you him today?
Right glad I am he was not at this fray.
Madam, underneath the Grove of Sycamore,
so early walking did I see your son.
Many a morning hath he there been seen,
with tears augmenting the fresh morning's dew.
Away from light steals home my heavy son,
and private in his chamber pens himself,
shuts up his windows,
Iocks fair daylight out, and makes himself an artificial night.
Why, then...
O brawling love, O loving hate!
O anything of nothing first create!
Heavy lightness,
serious vanity.
Misshapen chaos of well-seeming forms.
Black and portentous must this humour prove...
unless good counsel may the cause remove.
So please you, step aside.
I'll know his grievance or be much denied.
Come, madam, let's away.
Good morrow, cousin.
Is the day so young?
But new struck, coz.
Ay me, sad hours seem long.
Was that my father that went hence so fast?
It was.
What sadness lengthens Romeo's hours?
Not having that which having makes them short.
- In love? - Out.
- Of love? - Out of her favour where I am in love.
Alas that love, so gentle in his view,
should be so tyrannous and rough in proof.
Alas that love, whose view is muffled still,
should without eyes see pathways to his will.
Where shall we dine?
..this costly blood.
Never anger made good guard for itself.
The law hath not been dead...
O me! What fray was here?
- Coz, l... - Yet tell me not, for I've heard it all.
Here's much to do with hate, but more with love.
Why, then, O brawling love, O loving hate!
O anything of nothing first create!
O heavy lightness, serious vanity!
Misshapen chaos of well-seeming forms!
Feather of lead, br...
Dost thou not laugh?
No, coz, I rather weep.
Good heart, at what?
- At thy good heart's oppression. - Farewell, my coz.
Soft, I will go along. And if you leave me so, you do me wrong.
But Montague is bound as well as l, in penalty alike.
And 'tis not hard, I think, for men as old as we to keep the peace.
Of honourable reckoning are you both, and pity 'tis you lived at odds so long.
But now, my lord, what say you to my suit?
But saying o'er what I have said before: my child is yet a stranger in the world.
Let two more summers wither in their pride ere we may think her ripe to be a bride.
Younger than she are happy mothers made.
And too soon marr'd are those so early made.
This night I hold an old accustom'd feast.
At my poor house look to behold this night
fresh female buds that make dark heaven light.
Hear all, all see,
and like her most whose merit most shall be.
Come, go with me.
Tell me in sadness, who is it that you love?
In sadness, cousin, I do love a woman.
I aim'd so near when I supposed you loved.
A right good marksman! And she's fair I love.
A right fair mark, fair coz, is soonest hit.
Well, in that hit you miss. She'll not be hit with Cupid's arrow;,
nor bide the encounter of assailing eyes,
nor ope her lap to saint-seducing gold.
Then she hath sworn that she will still live chaste?
She hath, and in that sparing makes huge waste.
- Be ruled by me. Forget to think of her. - Teach me how I should forget to think.
By giving liberty unto thine eyes. Examine other beauties.
Why, Romeo, art thou mad?
Not mad, but bound more than a madman is.
Shut up in prison, kept without my food, whipp'd and tormented.
Good day, good fellow.
Now, I'll tell you without asking.
The great rich Capulet holds an old accustom'd feast.
A fair assembly. Signor Placentio and his wife and daughters,
the lady widow of Utruvio, and her lovely nieces Rosaline...
At this same ancient feast of Capulet's sups the fair Rosaline,
whom thou so loves, with all the admired beauties of Verona.
Ifyou be not of the House ofMontague, come and crush a cup of wine!
Go thither, and with unattainted eye
compare her face with some that I shall show,
and I will make thee think thy swan a crow.
I'll go along, no such sight to be shown,
but to rejoice in splendour of mine own.
Juliet!
Juliet!
Juliet!
Juliet!
Nurse!
Nurse, where's my daughter? Call her forth to me.
I bade her come. God forbid!
Julieta!
Juliet!
Juliet!
Juliet!
Madam, I am here. What is your will?
O nurse, give us leave awhile. We must talk in secret.
Nurse, come back again! I have remembered me.
Thou's hear our counsel.
Nurse, thou knowest my daughter's of a pretty age.
Thou wast the prettiest babe that e'er I nursed.
By my count, I was your mother much upon these years.
You are now a maid.
Thus then in brief!
The valiant Paris seeks you for his love.
A man, young lady!
Lady, such a man as all the world. Why, he's a man of wax!
Verona's summer hath not such a flower...
Nay, he's a flower. In faith, a very flower...
Nurse!
This night you shall behold him at our feast.
Read o'er the volume of young Paris' face and find delight writ there
with beauty's pen.
This... precious book of love, this unbound lover,
to beautify him, only lacks a cover.
So shall you share all that he doth possess,
by having him making yourself no less.
Nay, bigger. Women grow by men.
Speak briefly, could you like of Paris' love?
I'll look to like, if looking liking move.
But no more deep will I endart mine eye
than your consent gives strength to make it fly.
Madam, the guests are come.
Go!
We follow thee.
Juliet!
Go, girl. Seek happy nights to happy days.
You taffeta punk!
Die a beggar!
Sharing this one and only life
Ending up just another lost and lonely wife
You count up the years
And they will be filled with tears
Young hearts
Run free
Never be hung up
Like Rosaline and thee
Nay, gentle Romeo, we must have you dance.
Not l. Not l, believe me.
You have dancing shoes with nimble soles. I have a soul of lead.
You are a lover.
Borrow Cupid's wings and soar with them above a common bound.
Under love's heavy burden do I sink.
Too great oppression for a tender thing.
Is love a tender thing? It is too rough,
too rude, too boisterous, and it pricks like thorn.
If love be rough with you, be rough with love.
Prick love for pricking, and you beat love down.
Every man, betake him to his legs!
Come, we burn daylight, ho!
- But 'tis no wit to go! - Why, may one ask?
- I dreamt a dream tonight. - And so did l.
- And what was yours? - That dreamers often lie.
In bed asleep, while they do dream things true.
O! Then I see Queen Mab hath been with you.
She is the fairies' midwife,
and she comes in shape no bigger than an agate-stone
on the forefinger of an alderman,
drawn with a team of little atomies
over men's noses as they lie asleep.
Her chariot is an empty hazelnut,
her waggoner a small grey-coated gnat.
And in this state she gallops night by night through lovers' brains,
and then they dream of...
Iove;
o'er lawyers' fingers, who straight dream on fees.
Sometime she driveth o'er a soldier's neck,
and then dreams he of cutting foreign throats;
and, being thus frighted, swears a prayer or two, and sleeps again.
This is the hag, when maids lie on their backs,
that presses them and learns them first to bear,
making them women of good carriage!
This is she!
This is she!
Peace, good Mercutio, peace!
Thou talk'st of nothing.
True.
I talk of dreams,
which are the children of an idle brain,
begot of nothing but vain fantasy;
which is as thin of substance as the air and more inconstant than the wind,
who woos even now the frozen bosom of the north,
and, being angered, puffs away from thence,
turning aside to the dew-dropping south.
This wind you talk of blows us from ourselves!
Supper is done, and we shall come too late!
I fear, too early.
For my mind misgives some... consequence, yet hanging in the stars,
shall bitterly begin his fearful date with this night's revels,
and expire the term...
of a despised life closed within my breast...
by some vile forfeit of untimely death.
But he that hath the steerage of my course
direct my sail!
On, lusty gentlemen!
Thy drugs are quick.
I have seen the day that I could tell
a whispering tale in a fair lady's ear such as would please.
Amore! Amore!
Amore...
Pride can stand a thousand trials
The strong will never fall
But watching stars without you
My soul cried
Heaving heart
Is full of pain
Oh, oh
The aching
Cos I'm kissing you
Oh
I'm kissing you
Madam, your mother calls!
Touch me deep
Pure and true
Will you now deny to dance?
A man, young lady. Such a man!
What!
Dares that slave come hither to fleer and scorn at our solemnity?
Now, by the stock and honour of my kin, to strike him dead I hold it not a sin!
Why, how now, kinsman! Wherefore storm you so?
Uncle, this is that villain Romeo. A Montague, our foe.
- Romeo is it? - 'Tis he.
Content thee, gentle coz, let him alone.
I would not for the wealth of all this town
here in my house do him disparagement.
Therefore be patient, take no note of him.
Uncle, I'll not endure him.
He shall be endured.
Go to!
What, goodman boy? I say he shall!
Go to!
Uncle, 'tis a shame.
Make a mutiny among my guests?
Did my heart love till now?
Forswear it, sight.
For I never saw true beauty till this night.
Where are you now?
Where are you now?
Cos I'm kissing you
I'm kissing you now
If I profane with my unworthiest hand this holy shrine,
the gentle sin is this.
My lips, two blushing pilgrims, ready stand
to smooth that rough touch with a tender kiss.
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.
Well, then, dear saint, let lips do what hands do.
They pray, grant thou, lest faith turn to despair.
Saints do not move, though grant for prayers' sake.
Then move not, while my prayer's effect I take.
Dave!
Thus from my lips, by thine, my sin is purged.
Then have my lips the sin that they have took?
Sin from my lips? O trespass sweetly urged!
Give me my sin again.
You kiss by the book.
Juliet! Juliet! Oh!
Juliet?
Juliet!
Madam, your mother craves a word with you.
Come, let's away!
Is she a Capulet?
His name is Romeo, and he's a Montague,
the only son of your great enemy.
Away, be gone. The sport is at its best.
Ay, so I fear. The more is my unrest.
I am a pretty piece offlesh!
I am a pretty piece offlesh!
I am a pretty piece of flesh! I am!
My only love sprung from my only hate!
Too early seen unknown, and known too late!
Prodigious birth of love it is to me, that I must love a loathed enemy.
I will withdraw.
But this intrusion shall, now seeming sweet,
convert to bitterest gall.
A pretty piece of flesh! I am!
A pretty piece of...
Romeo!
- Romeo! - Romeo!
Romeo!
Humours! Madman!
Passion! Lover!
I will conjure thee by Rosaline's bright eyes,
by her high forehead and her scarlet lip,
by her fine foot, straight leg, and quivering thigh!
O Romeo, that she were an open-ass and thou a poperin pear!
He jests at scars that never felt the wound.
Romeo!
Good night!
I'll to my truckle-bed. This field-bed is too cold for me to sleep.
But soft!
What light through yonder window breaks?
It is the east,
and Juliet is the sun!
Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon,
who is already sick and pale with grief
that thou, her maid, art far more fair than she.
Be not her maid, since she is envious.
Her vestal livery is but sick and green, and none but fools do wear it.
O cast it off!
It is my lady, it is my love.
O that she knew she were.
Ay me!
She speaks.
Speak again, bright angel.
Romeo.
O Romeo!
Wherefore art thou Romeo?
Deny thy father and refuse thy name.
Or, if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love, and I'll no longer be a Capulet.
Shall I hear more,
or shall I speak at this?
'Tis but thy name that is my enemy.
Thou art thyself, though not a Montague.
What's Montague?
It is not hand,
nor foot, nor arm, nor face,
nor any other part belonging to a man.
O be some other name!
What's in a name?
That which we call a rose by any other word would smell as sweet.
So Romeo would, were he not Romeo called,
retain that dear perfection which he owes without that title.
Romeo, doff thy name;
and for thy name, which is no part of thee, take all myself.
I take thee at thy word.
Art thou not Romeo, and a Montague?
Neither, fair maid, if either thee dislike.
How camest thou hither, tell me, and wherefore?
The garden walls are high and hard to climb,
and the place death, considering who thou art.
With love's light wings did I o'erperch these walls,
for stony limits cannot hold love out,
and what love can do, that dares love attempt.
Therefore thy kinsmen are no stop to me!
If they do see thee, they will murder thee.
I have night's cloak to hide me from their eyes.
But thou love me,
Iet them find me here.
My life were better ended by their hate than death prorogued,
这是我们用过的 。你可以参考一下剧本： 第一场 宴会罗密欧 、朱丽叶两人走近 ，脱下宴会面罩 ，两人互相对视5-6秒，过程中罗密欧牵起朱丽叶的手。提伯尔特（和帕里斯一同前来）：死小子 ，你放开 ，别玷污了我表妹 。（来到罗密欧面前，猛推罗密欧至地 ，用剑指着罗密欧 ，捆押罗密欧，然后帕里斯拉着朱丽叶走 。
宫殿提伯尔特：这小子想玷污表妹 ，我把他押回来了。
（提伯尔特压着罗密欧跪下 ，罗密欧跪着欲挣脱绳子，帕里斯搭着朱丽叶，朱丽叶一脸担心的样子）
凯普莱特：是你?
提伯尔特：怎么了 ，舅父?你认识这个臭小子?
凯普莱特：他是蒙太古家的儿子 ，是我们的仇人 。哼，将他押去大牢 ，一个星期后就将他处死 。朱丽叶捂脸表示恐惧和悲伤。 牢房提伯尔特：臭小子 ，你肯跪下舔我只鞋，我就放了你 。罗密欧：你永远都唔会有哩个机会 。提伯尔特（提伯尔特用刀刺了罗密欧一下）：哼！然后提伯尔特走了 ，半夜罗密欧挣脱成功 ，找到朱丽叶罗密欧：跟我走（用左手牵起朱丽叶的手，右手持剑）朱丽叶点头表示同意。接着两人逃走。
第二场罗密欧和朱丽叶在街上遇到了朱丽叶的表兄提伯尔特 。提伯尔特（拦住罗密欧）：哼 ，我正想找你 ，今次你走不掉了 。今天我要杀你。罗密欧（望了提伯尔特一眼，拉着朱丽叶想走开 ，却被提伯尔特狠推了一把）提伯尔特：想走！！（拔剑 ，刺向罗密欧，罗密欧甩开朱丽叶，拔剑 ，继而两人格斗 ，持续5秒，间中帕里斯拖走朱丽叶 ，朱丽叶不想走 。两人打斗 ，提伯尔特倒下，）提伯尔特：你....（然后死去）
晚上 殿堂凯普莱特：哈哈 ，女儿 ，帕里斯专程来提亲，下星期四就举行婚礼 。你觉得怎样?朱丽叶：我要退婚。帕里斯：我会永远照顾你 、宠你、给你幸福 。（跪下献上戒指和玫瑰）朱丽叶（推开）：对不起 ，请你原谅我 ，今世我晤可以同你一起 。凯普莱特：你还挂念着那个罗密欧?那我话俾你听，一切已成定局。朱丽叶向外走 ，走了三四步凯普莱特：帕里斯 ，你带距翻入去，（帕里斯随即走向朱丽叶）朱丽叶（抽剑架于颈上）：你走 。帕里斯（帕里斯停住脚步）：放低刀，冷静点 ， 、 ，朱丽叶一步步退走
深夜 教堂朱丽叶：神父，恳求你帮助 。劳伦斯：我对你们的事略有所闻 ，好吧。你婚前把这药吃下去 。这是假死药 ，等全部人以为你死左，我会写信给罗密欧那天去墓室 ，到时你醒过来后就和罗密欧一起远走 。
朱丽叶回家吃下药 ，“死了 ”。 结婚大日子凯普莱特（拍门）：女儿 、女儿、女儿....没有反应（凯普莱特踢门，看见朱丽叶已死 ，很伤心）帕里斯（神情极哀伤 ，冲去拥抱朱丽叶）：我要送她进墓室，我要守护住她..凯普莱特悲伤地掩着额头 ，挥手示意让帕里斯送朱丽叶入墓室。帕里斯把朱丽叶送进墓室 第三场 凯普莱特家坟茔所在的墓地 帕里斯（神情哀伤）：朱丽叶 ，你就是为了那个所谓的罗密欧吗?你就宁愿为了他死，噤我呢?你为什么感受不到我对你的爱? 罗密欧（见到死去的朱丽叶，悲伤不已 ，想冲过去朱丽叶身边） 帕里斯（猛站起 ，猛推了一下罗密欧，用剑架在罗密欧颈上）：是你害死朱丽叶的 ，今天我就要杀了你 、
罗密欧（痛不欲生）：恳求你 ，俾我和她说几句 。 帕里斯：你是一个罪犯，是你害死朱丽叶的 ，我要杀了你 。 罗密欧（又哀变怒 ，狠推帕里斯，帕里斯后退几步 ，帕里斯拔剑 ，罗密欧拔剑）：你走开。 （帕里斯大怒不可止，二人格斗 ，持续6秒） 帕里斯（被罗密欧打倒 ，然后望向朱丽叶）：朱丽叶 。 罗密欧（丢下刀，走到朱丽叶身旁）：无论你去到边，即使终结 ，我都会陪你一齐走 ，gomenasai（然后吃下毒药，死了） 朱丽叶醒了：我不准你死啊 。（看见倒在自己身旁的罗密欧 ，痛哭 ，然后拥抱着罗密欧坐在原地） 劳伦斯来了（望着三人，悲伤不已 ，做基督教指定动作）：主 ，点解你忍心给他们这样的结局?
劳伦斯：等下，我听见有什么声音。** ，我感受到一种我们无可反抗的力量 。可能巡夜的人来了 ，快D走啦 。 朱丽叶：我不走。 劳伦斯：**，请你唔好再执着 。来唔切啦 、 朱丽叶（站起）：请原谅我选择永远陪伴你 ，gomenasai（攫住罗密欧的匕首 ，以匕首自刺，倒在罗密欧身上死去 。）