哈姆雷特的经典台词
to be or not to be,这是（）的经典台词． To be, or not to be- that is the question 汉文意思是：，这是一个问题． 此段的全文如下： Hamlet:To be, or not to be- that is the question: Whether it's nobler in the mind to suffer The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune Or to take arms against a sea of troubles, And by opposing end them. To die- to sleep- No more; and by a sleep to say we end The heartache, and the thousand natural shocks That flesh is heir to. 'Tis a consummation Devoutly to be wish'd. To die- to sleep. To sleep- perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub! For in that sleep of death what dreams may come When we have shuffled off this mortal coil, Must give us pause. There's the respect That makes calamity of so long life. For who would bear the whips and scorns of time, Th' oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely, The pangs of despis'd love, the law's delay, The insolence of office, and the spurns That patient merit of th' unworthy takes, When he himself might his quietus make With a bare bodkin? Who would these fardels bear, To grunt and sweat under a weary life, But that the dread of something after death- The undiscover'd country, from whose bourn No traveller returns- puzzles the will, And makes us rather bear those ills we have Than fly to others that we know not of? Thus conscience does make cowards of us all, And thus the native hue of resolution Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought, And enterprises of great pith and moment With this regard their currents turn awry And lose the name of action. 哈: {自言自语} 生存或毁灭, 这是个问题: 是否应默默的忍受坎坷命运之无情打击, 还是应与深如大海之无涯苦难奋然为敌, 并将其克服。
此二抉择, 究竟是哪个较崇高? 死即睡眠, 它不过如此! 倘若一眠能了结心灵之苦楚与肉体之百患, 那么, 此结局是可盼的! 死去, 睡去... 但在睡眠中可能有梦, 啊, 这就是个阻碍: 当我们摆脱了此垂死之皮囊, 在死之长眠中会有何梦来临? 它令我们踌躇, 使我们心甘情愿的承受长年之灾, 否则谁肯容忍人间之百般折磨, 如暴君之政、骄者之傲、失恋之痛、法章之慢、贪官之侮、或庸民之辱, 假如他能简单的一刀了之? 还有谁会肯去做牛做马, 终生疲於操劳, 默默的忍受其苦其难, 而不远走高飞, 飘於渺茫之境, 倘若他不是因恐惧身后之事而使他犹豫不前? 此境乃无人知晓之邦, 自古无返者。
---哈姆雷特经典台词(中英文）
哈姆雷特经典台词及译文
生存还是毁灭，这的确是个问题，究竟哪样更崇高
是默然忍受命运无情的摧残，还是挺身反抗人世的苦难，把它们扫个干净。
死了，睡着了，一切都完了。
如果沉睡能了结心灵之痛以及肉体无法承受的千百种痛楚，那正是我求之不得的天大的好事。
死了，睡着了，睡着了也许还有梦。
嗯，问题就在这儿：因为当我们摆脱了这一具朽腐的皮囊以后，在那死亡的睡眠里，究竟将会出现什么梦呢 ，那不能不使我们踌躇顾虑。
正是因为这个缘故，人们才甘心久困于患难之中。
谁愿意忍受人世的鞭挞与嘲弄、压迫者的凌辱、傲慢者的冷眼、和那失恋的痛苦，法律的迁延、官吏的横暴和费尽辛勤所换来的小人的鄙视，如果只需要一把小小的刀子，就可以让他解脱了，谁愿意容忍这一切在生活的重压下呻吟
倘若不是因为惧怕不可知的死亡．惧怕那从来没有人回来过的神秘之国，世人犹豫了，宁愿忍受人世间的厄运，也不愿投奔未知的苦难。
重重的顾虑使我们全变成了懦夫，而原本炽热的决心，被这种思虑蒙上了一层灰色，伟大的冒险精神在这种思虑之下，逆流而退，失去了行动的意义。
To be, or not to be- that is the question:Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to sufferThe slings and arrows of outrageous fortuneOr to take arms against a sea of troubles,And by opposing end them. To die- to sleep-No more; and by a sleep to say we endThe heartache, and the thousand natural shocksThat flesh is heir to. 'Tis a consummationDevoutly to be wish'd. To die- to sleep.To sleep- perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub!For in that sleep of death what dreams may comeWhen we have shuffled off this mortal coil,Must give us pause. There's the respectThat makes calamity of so long life.For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,Th' oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely,The pangs of despis'd love, the law's delay,The insolence of office, and the spurnsThat patient merit of th' unworthy takes,When he himself might his quietus makeWith a bare bodkin? Who would these fardels bear,To grunt and sweat under a weary life,But that the dread of something after death-The undiscover'd country, from whose bournNo traveller returns- puzzles the will,And makes us rather bear those ills we haveThan fly to others that we know not of?Thus conscience does make cowards of us all,And thus the native hue of resolutionIs sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought,And enterprises of great pith and momentWith this regard their currents turn awryAnd lose the name of action.
求《哈姆莱特》经典台词
To be, or not to be- that is the question:Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to sufferThe slings and arrows of outrageous fortuneOr to take arms against a sea of troublesAnd by opposing end them. To die- to sleep-No more; and by a sleep to say we endThe heartache and the thousand natural shocksThat flesh is heir to. 'Tis a consummationDevoutly to be wish'd. To die- to sleep.To sleep- perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub!For in that sleep of death what dreams may comeWhen we have shuffled off this mortal coil,Must give us pause. There's the respectThat makes calamity of so long life.For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,Th' oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely,The pangs of despis'd love, the law's delay,The insolence of office, and the spurnsThat patient merit of th' unworthy takes,When he himself might his quietus makeWith a bare bodkin? Who would these fardels bear,To grunt and sweat under a weary life,But that the dread of something after death-The undiscover'd country, from whose bournNo traveller returns- puzzles the will,And makes us rather bear those ills we haveThan fly to others that we know not of?Thus conscience does make cowards of us all,And thus the native hue of resolutionIs sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought,And enterprises of great pith and momentWith this regard their currents turn awryAnd lose the name of action.
哈姆莱特里面的经典台词
罗密欧与朱丽叶中的朱丽叶： 谁叫你找到这儿来的
罗密欧： 爱情怂恿我探听出这一个地方； 他替我出主意，我借给他眼睛。
我不会操舟驾舵，可是倘使你在辽远辽远的海滨，我也会冒着风波寻访你这颗珍宝。
朱丽叶： 幸亏黑夜替我罩上了一重面幕，否则为了我刚才被你听去的话，你一定可以看见我脸上羞愧的红晕。
我真想遵守礼法，否认已经说过的言语，可是这些虚文俗礼，现在只好一切置之不顾了
你爱我吗
我知道你一定会说“是的”；我也一定会相信你的话；可是也许你起的誓只是一个谎，人家说，对于恋人们的寒盟背信，天神是一笑置之的。
温柔的罗密欧啊
你要是真的爱我，就请你诚意告诉我；你要是嫌我太容易降心相从，我也会堆起怒容，装出倔强的神气，拒绝你的好意，好让你向我婉转求情，否则我是无论如何不会拒绝你的。
俊秀的蒙太古啊，我真的太痴心了，所以也许你会觉得我的举动有点轻浮；可是相信我，朋友，总有一天你会知道我的忠心远胜过那些善于矜持作态的人。
我必须承认，倘不是你乘我不备的时候偷听去了我的真情的表白，我一定会更加矜持一点的；所以原谅我吧，是黑夜泄漏了我心底的秘密，不要把我的允诺看作无耻的轻狂。
罗密欧： 姑娘， 凭着这一轮皎洁的月亮，它的银光涂染着这些果树的梢端，我发誓—— 朱丽叶： 啊
不要指着月亮起誓，它是变化无常的，每个月都有盈亏圆缺；你要是指着它起誓，也许你的爱情也会像它一样无常。
罗密欧： 那么我指着什么起誓呢
朱丽叶： 不用起誓吧； 或者要是你愿意的话，就凭着你优美的自身起誓，那是我所崇拜的偶像，我一定会相信你的。
罗密欧： 要是我的出自深心的爱情—— 朱丽叶： 好，别起誓啦。
我虽然喜欢你，却不喜欢今天晚上的密约；它太仓卒太轻率、太出人意外了，正像一闪电光，等不及人家开一声口，已经消隐了下去。
好人，再会吧
这一朵爱的蓓蕾，靠着夏天的暖风的吹拂，也许会在我们下次相见的时候，开出鲜艳的花来。
晚安，晚安
但愿恬静的安息同样降临到你我两人的心头
life's but a walking shadow,a poor player that struts and frets his hour upon the stage,and then is heard no more; it is tale told by an idiot,full of sound and fury,signifying nothing. 人生不过是一个行走的影子，一个在舞台上指手划脚的笨拙的怜人，登场片刻，便在无声无息中悄然退去，这是一个愚人所讲的故事，充满了喧哗和骚动，却一无所指。
《麦克白》
