lamp. Her eyes in the sky would flow through the airy sky so brightly that birds would sing and think it were not at night. Look, how she leans her cheek upon her hand! Oh, I wish I were a glove on her hands so that I could touch her cheek!
JULIET Ay me! 1 ROMEO She speaks:
O, speak again, bright angel! for thou art As glorious to this night, being o'er my head 30 As is a winged messenger of heaven Unto the white-upturned wondering eyes Of mortals that fall back to gaze on him When he bestrides the lazy-pacing clouds
And sails upon the bosom of the air. 35
She speaks. Oh, speak again, bright angel! Because you are as glorious to the night over my head. You are as if a messenger from heaven with wings and I was one of the mortals look up to you with wondering eyes and bestriding the slowly walking
clouds, sailing through the sky.
JULIET O Romeo, Romeo! wherefore art thou Romeo?2
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.
Oh, Romeo, Romeo! Why are you Romeo? Deny your father and change your name. Or if you will not, just promise me your love to me and I’ll no longer be a Capulet.
ROMEO [Aside] Shall I hear more, or shall I speak at this? Can I hear more or can I speak? JULIET 'Tis but thy name that is my enemy3; 40 Thou art thyself, though not a Montague.
But only your name is my enemy. You would be yourself even if you had some other name.
What's Montague? it is nor hand, nor foot, Nor arm, nor face, nor any other part
Belonging to a man. O, be some other name! Oh, change your name!
What's in a name? that which we call a rose 45
By any other name would smell as sweet;
What’s the inner meaning of a name? What we call a rose would smell fragrant by any other name.
So Romeo would, were he not Romeo call'd, Retain that dear perfection which he owes4
So if Romeo is not called Romeo, he will still keep his precious perfection he own. Without that title. Romeo, doff thy name1,
And for that name which is no part of thee 50 Take all myself.
Without your title, Romeo, discard your name, and take all myself to replace that
name which is no longer a part of you.
第二部分
OMEO
［To JULIET］If I profane with my unworthiest hand This holy shrine，the gentle fine is this：My lips，two blushing pilgrims，ready stand To smooth that rough touch with a tender kiss． JULIET
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．
ROMEO
Have not saints lips，and holy palmers too？ JULIET
Ay，pilgrim，lips that they must use in prayer．
ROMEO
O，then，dear saint，let！lips do what hands do；They pray，grant thou，lest faith turn to despair．
JULIET
Saints do not move，though grant for prayers' sake．
ROMEO
Then move not，while my prayer's effect I take．Thus from my lips，by yours，my sin is purged．
JULIET
Then have my lips the sin that they have took．
ROMEO
Sin from thylips？O trespasssweetly urged！Give me my sin again．
JULIET
You kiss by the book．
HAMLET
独白部分
To be, or not to be: that is the question:
Should I live on or should I kill myself? That is a question. Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer 65 Whether it is determined to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune, The fatal attacks of cruel destiny,
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles, Or to fight against numerous troubles. And by opposing end them? To die: to sleep; No more; and by a sleep to say we end
The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks 70
And make them end by defiance. To die is no more than to sleep; and we no longer suffer from the aching of heart and many natural attacks the body is suffering. That flesh is heir to, 'tis a consummation Devoutly to be wish'd. To die, to sleep;
It is a result we eagerly wish. To die is to sleep.
To sleep: perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub;
We may dream when sleeping. Ah, this is the dilemma. For in that sleep of death what dreams may come Because when we died what dreams may we have? When we have shuffled off this mortal coil, 75 When we have got rid of the turmoil of mortality, Must give us pause8: there’s the respect
The sleeping-like death must bring about our hesitation. There exists the consideration That makes calamity of so long life;
That makes the disorder/disaster long live.
For who would bear the whips and scorns of time11,
For who have to endure the punishment and insult in this world, The oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely12,
The oppressor’s evil and the proud man’s scornful insolence, The pangs of dispised love, the law's delay, 80
The pain of rejected love and the justice of law coming late.
The insolence of office and the spurns13 That patient merit of the unworthy takes14,
The insolence of the power and the contemptuous rejections, which the people of
praiseworthy take of the unworthy.
When he himself might his quietus make15
With a bare bodkin16? who would fardels17 bear, To grunt18 and sweat under a weary life, 85
If he himself might make an end of his life/might free himself from all troubles of life with a mere dagger? Who would shoulder the burdens to groan and sweat in a boring and tiring life?
But that the dread of something after death, If not for the fear of the things after death, The undiscover'd country19 from whose bourn20, No traveller returns, puzzles the will21
The unknown place where we go after death, no traveler returns from the boundary of which after death, confuses the will, And makes us rather bear those ills we have Makes us prefer to stand the evil
Than fly to others that we know not of? 90 Than to fly to other places we don’t know? Thus conscience1 does make cowards of us all; 2 Thus the consciousness makes all of us dastards And thus the native hue of resolution3
And the natural color of determination, Is sicklied o'er4 with the pale cast of thought5, Is made sick with the pale look of thought, And enterprises of great pith and moment6
And the plans of great height and importance, With this regard their currents turn awry7, 95
Because their direction turn aside,
And lose the name of action8.--Soft you now!9
And lose the honor that derives from action,--- Restrain yourself!
华南师范大学·英国文学史·paraphrase完整版
