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“Thou shouldst not have been old till thou hadst been wise.”
― <King Lear>
What's done cannot be undone.
―LADY MACBETH, Macbeth, Act 5, Scene 1
This above all: to thine own self be true,
And it must follow, as the night the day,
Thou canst not then be false to any man.”
― Hamlet
尤其要紧的，你必须对你自己忠实；正像有了白昼才有黑夜一样，对自己忠实，才不会对别人欺诈。——《哈姆雷特》第一幕，第三场
O, beware, my lord, of jealousy;
It is the green-ey'd monster, which doth mock
The meat it feeds on.
―Iago, <Othello> Act 3 Scene 3
啊，主帅，您要留心嫉妒啊；那是一个绿眼的妖魔，谁做了它的牺牲，就要受它的玩弄。
My bounty is as boundless as the sea,
My love as deep; the more I give to thee,
The more I have, for both are infinite.
― Romeo and Juliet: Act 2, Scene 2
我的慷慨像海一样浩渺，
我的爱情也像海一样深沉；我给你的越多，
我自己也越是富有，因为这两者都是没有穷尽的。
Hell is empty and all the devils are here.
—— The Tempest: Act 1, Scene 2
Beauty is bought by judgement of the eye.
—— Love's Labour's Lost, Act 2, Scene 1
Be not afraid of greatness. Some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have greatness thrust upon 'em.
——Twelfth Night, Act 2, Scene 5
不要惧怕伟大,有些人生而伟大,有些人成就伟大,有些人则被伟大所信任。
Men at some time are masters of their fates. The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars, but in ourselves, that we are underlings.
―CASSIUS, <Julius Caesar>Act 1, Scene 2
人们有时可以支配他们自己的命运；要是我们受制于人，亲爱的勃鲁托斯，那错处并不在我们的命运，而在我们自己。
Of all the wonders that I have heard,
It seems to me most strange that men should fear;
Seeing death, a necessary end,
Will come when it will come.
― CAESAR, <Julius Caesar> Act II, Scene 2
在我所听到过的一切怪事之中，人们的贪生怕死是一件最奇怪的事情，因为死本来是一个人免不了的结局，它要来的时候谁也不能叫它不来。
In time we hate that which we often fear.
― CHARMIAN, <Antony and Cleopatra>Act 1, Scene 3
人们对于他们所畏惧的人，日久之后，往往会心怀怒恨。
We, ignorant of ourselves,
Beg often our own harms, which the wise powers
Deny us for our good; so find we profit
By losing of our prayers
― MENECRATES, <Antony and Cleopatra>Act 2, Scene 1
我们昧于利害，往往所祈求的反而对我们自己有损无益；聪明的天神拒绝我们的祷告，正是玉成我们的善意；我们虽然所愿不遂，其实还是实受其利。
There is some soul of goodness in things evil,
Would men observingly distil it out.
― KING HENRY V, <HENRY V>Act 4, Scene 1
那邪恶的事物里头，也藏着美好的精华，只要你懂得怎样把它提炼出来
The fool doth think he is wise, but the wise man knows himself to be a fool.
― TOUCHSTONE, <As You Like It> Act 5, Scene 1
傻子自以为聪明，但聪明人知道他自己是个傻子。
Sweet are the uses of adversity
Which, like the toad, ugly and venomous,
Wears yet a precious jewel in his head
― DUKE SENIOR, <As You Like It> Act 2, Scene 1
逆运也有它的好处，就像丑陋而有毒的蟾蜍，它的头上却顶着一颗珍贵的宝石。
Do you not know I am a woman? when I think, I must speak.
― ROSALIND, <As You Like It> Act 3, Scene 2
你不知道我是个女人吗？我心里想到什么，便要说出口来。
All the world's a stage,
And all the men and women merely players;
They have their exits and their entrances,
And one man in his time plays many parts,
His acts being seven ages. At first, the infant,
Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms.
Then the whining schoolboy, with his satchel
And shining morning face, creeping like snail
Unwillingly to school. And then the lover,
Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad
Made to his mistress' eyebrow. Then a soldier,
Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard,
Jealous in honor, sudden and quick in quarrel,
Seeking the bubble reputation
Even in the cannon's mouth. And then the justice,
In fair round belly with good capon lined,
With eyes severe and beard of formal cut,
Full of wise saws and modern instances;
And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts
Into the lean and slippered pantaloon,
With spectacles on nose and pouch on side;
His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide
For his shrunk shank, and his big manly voice,
Turning again toward childish treble, pipes
And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all,
That ends this strange eventful history,
Is second childishness and mere oblivion,
Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.
― JAQUES, <As You Like It> Act 2, Scene 7
全世界是一个舞台，所有的男男女女不过是一些演员；他们都有下场的时候，也都有上场的时候。一个人的一生中扮演着好几个角色，他的表演可以分为七个时期。最初是婴孩，在保姆的怀中啼哭呕吐。然后是背着书包、满脸红光的学童，像蜗牛一样慢腾腾地拖着脚步，不情愿地呜咽着上学堂。然后是情人，像炉灶一样叹着气，写了一首悲哀的诗歌咏着他恋人的眉毛。然后是一个军人，满口发着古怪的誓，胡须长得像豹子一样，爱惜着名誉，动不动就要打架，在炮口上寻求着泡沫一样的荣名。然后是法官，胖胖圆圆的肚子塞满了阉鸡，凛然的眼光，整洁的胡须，满嘴都是格言和老生常谈；他这样扮了他的一个角色。第六个时期变成了精瘦的趿着拖鞋的龙锺老叟，鼻子上架着眼镜，腰边悬着钱袋；他那年轻时候节省下来的长袜子套在他皱瘪的小腿上显得宽大异常；他那朗朗的男子的口音又变成了孩子似的尖声，像是吹着风笛和哨子。终结着这段古怪的多事的历史的最后一场，是孩提时代的再现，全然的遗忘，没有牙齿，没有眼睛，没有口味，没有一切。
What do I fear? Myself? There’s none else by.
Richard loves Richard; that is, I and I.
Is there a murderer here? No. Yes, I am.
Then fly! What, from myself? Great reason why:
Lest I revenge. What, myself upon myself?
Alack, I love myself. Wherefore? For any good
That I myself have done unto myself?
O, no! Alas, I rather hate myself
For hateful deeds committed by myself.
I am a villain. Yet I lie. I am not.
Fool, of thyself speak well. Fool, do not flatter:
My conscience hath a thousand several tongues,
And every tongue brings in a several tale,
And every tale condemns me for a villain.
Perjury, perjury, in the highest degree;
Murder, stern murder, in the direst degree;
All several sins, all used in each degree,
Throng to the bar, crying all, “Guilty! guilty!”
I shall despair. There is no creature loves me,
And if I die no soul will pity me.
And wherefore should they, since that I myself
Find in myself no pity to myself?
― KING RICHARD III, <Richard III>Act 5, Scene 3
我难道会怕我自己吗？旁边并无别人哪：理查爱理查；那就是说，我就是我。这儿有凶手在吗？没有。有，我就是；那就逃命吧。怎么！逃避我自己的手吗？大有道理，否则我要对自己报复。怎么！自己报复自己吗？呀！我爱我自己。有什么可爱的？为了我自己我曾经做过什么好事吗？呵！没有。呀！我其实恨我自己，因为我自己干下了可恨的罪行。我是个罪犯。不对，我在乱说了；我不是个罪犯。蠢东西，你自己还该讲自己好呀；蠢才，不要自以为是啦。我这颗良心伸出了千万条舌头，每条舌头提出了不同的申诉，每一申诉都指控我是个罪犯。犯的是伪誓罪，伪誓罪，罪大恶极；谋杀罪，残酷的谋杀罪，罪无可恕；种种罪行，大大小小，拥上公堂来，齐声嚷道，“有罪！有罪！”我只有绝望了。天下无人爱怜我了；我即便死去，也没有一个人会来同情我；当然，我自己都找不出一点值得我自己怜惜的东西，何况旁人呢？
A Horse, a Horse! My Kingdom for a Horse!
― KING RICHARD III, <Richard III>Act 5. Scene 4
一匹马！一匹马！我的王位换一匹马！
For God's sake, let us sit upon the ground
And tell sad stories of the death of kings;
How some have been deposed; some slain in war,
Some haunted by the ghosts they have deposed;
Some poison'd by their wives: some sleeping kill'd;
All murder'd: for within the hollow crown
That rounds the mortal temples of a king
Keeps Death his court and there the antic sits,
Scoffing his state and grinning at his pomp,
Allowing him a breath, a little scene,
To monarchize, be fear'd and kill with looks,
Infusing him with self and vain conceit,
As if this flesh which walls about our life,
Were brass impregnable, and humour'd thus
Comes at the last and with a little pin
Bores through his castle wall, and farewell king!
Cover your heads and mock not flesh and blood
With solemn reverence: throw away respect,
Tradition, form and ceremonious duty,
For you have but mistook me all this while:
I live with bread like you, feel want,
Taste grief, need friends: subjected thus,
How can you say to me, I am a king?
― Richard II, Act 3, Scene 2
为了上帝的缘故，让我们坐在地上，讲些关于国王们的死亡的悲惨的故事；有些是被人废黜的，有些是在战场上阵亡的，有些是被他们所废黜的鬼魂们缠绕着的，有些是被他们的妻子所毒毙的，有些是在睡梦中被杀的，全都不得善终；因为在那围绕着一个凡世的国王头上的这顶空洞的王冠之内，正是死神驻节的宫廷，这妖魔高坐在里边，揶揄他的尊严，姗笑他的荣华，给他一段短短的呼吸的时间，让他在舞台上露一露脸，使他君临万民，受尽众人的敬畏，一眨眼就可以致人于死命，把妄自尊大的思想灌注他的心头，仿佛这包藏着我们生命的血肉的皮囊，是一堵不可摧毁的铜墙铁壁一样；当他这样志得意满的时候，却不知道他的末日已经临近眼前，一枚小小的针就可以刺破他的壁垒，于是再会吧，国王！戴上你们的帽子；不要把严肃的敬礼施在一个凡人的身上；丢开传统的礼貌，仪式的虚文，因为你们一向都把我认错了；像你们一样，我也靠着面包生活，我也有欲望，我也懂得悲哀，我也需要朋友；既然如此，你们怎么能对我说我是一个国王呢？
Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer's lease hath all too short a date:
Sometimes too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And too often is his gold complexion dimm'd:
And every fair from fair sometimes declines,
By chance or natures changing course untrimm'd;
By thy eternal summer shall not fade,
Nor lose possession of that fair thou owest;
Nor shall Death brag thou wander'st in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou growest:
So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
So long lives this and this gives life to thee.”
― Shakespeare's Sonnets 18
梁宗岱译文：
我怎么能够把你来比作夏天？
你不独比它可爱也比它温婉：
狂风把五月宠爱的娇蕊作践，
夏天出赁的期限又未免太短：
天上的眼睛有时照得太酷烈，
它那炳耀的金颜又常遭掩蔽：
被机缘或无常的天道所摧折，
没有芳艳不终于凋残或销毁。
但是你的长夏永远不会凋落，
也不会损失你这娇艳的红芳，
或死神夸口你在它影里漂泊，
当你在不朽的诗里与诗同长。
只要一天有人类，或人有眼睛，
这诗将长存，并且赐给你生命。
― <King Lear>
What's done cannot be undone.
―LADY MACBETH, Macbeth, Act 5, Scene 1
This above all: to thine own self be true,
And it must follow, as the night the day,
Thou canst not then be false to any man.”
― Hamlet
尤其要紧的，你必须对你自己忠实；正像有了白昼才有黑夜一样，对自己忠实，才不会对别人欺诈。——《哈姆雷特》第一幕，第三场
O, beware, my lord, of jealousy;
It is the green-ey'd monster, which doth mock
The meat it feeds on.
―Iago, <Othello> Act 3 Scene 3
啊，主帅，您要留心嫉妒啊；那是一个绿眼的妖魔，谁做了它的牺牲，就要受它的玩弄。
My bounty is as boundless as the sea,
My love as deep; the more I give to thee,
The more I have, for both are infinite.
― Romeo and Juliet: Act 2, Scene 2
我的慷慨像海一样浩渺，
我的爱情也像海一样深沉；我给你的越多，
我自己也越是富有，因为这两者都是没有穷尽的。
Hell is empty and all the devils are here.
—— The Tempest: Act 1, Scene 2
Beauty is bought by judgement of the eye.
—— Love's Labour's Lost, Act 2, Scene 1
Be not afraid of greatness. Some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have greatness thrust upon 'em.
——Twelfth Night, Act 2, Scene 5
不要惧怕伟大,有些人生而伟大,有些人成就伟大,有些人则被伟大所信任。
Men at some time are masters of their fates. The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars, but in ourselves, that we are underlings.
―CASSIUS, <Julius Caesar>Act 1, Scene 2
人们有时可以支配他们自己的命运；要是我们受制于人，亲爱的勃鲁托斯，那错处并不在我们的命运，而在我们自己。
Of all the wonders that I have heard,
It seems to me most strange that men should fear;
Seeing death, a necessary end,
Will come when it will come.
― CAESAR, <Julius Caesar> Act II, Scene 2
在我所听到过的一切怪事之中，人们的贪生怕死是一件最奇怪的事情，因为死本来是一个人免不了的结局，它要来的时候谁也不能叫它不来。
In time we hate that which we often fear.
― CHARMIAN, <Antony and Cleopatra>Act 1, Scene 3
人们对于他们所畏惧的人，日久之后，往往会心怀怒恨。
We, ignorant of ourselves,
Beg often our own harms, which the wise powers
Deny us for our good; so find we profit
By losing of our prayers
― MENECRATES, <Antony and Cleopatra>Act 2, Scene 1
我们昧于利害，往往所祈求的反而对我们自己有损无益；聪明的天神拒绝我们的祷告，正是玉成我们的善意；我们虽然所愿不遂，其实还是实受其利。
There is some soul of goodness in things evil,
Would men observingly distil it out.
― KING HENRY V, <HENRY V>Act 4, Scene 1
那邪恶的事物里头，也藏着美好的精华，只要你懂得怎样把它提炼出来
The fool doth think he is wise, but the wise man knows himself to be a fool.
― TOUCHSTONE, <As You Like It> Act 5, Scene 1
傻子自以为聪明，但聪明人知道他自己是个傻子。
Sweet are the uses of adversity
Which, like the toad, ugly and venomous,
Wears yet a precious jewel in his head
― DUKE SENIOR, <As You Like It> Act 2, Scene 1
逆运也有它的好处，就像丑陋而有毒的蟾蜍，它的头上却顶着一颗珍贵的宝石。
Do you not know I am a woman? when I think, I must speak.
― ROSALIND, <As You Like It> Act 3, Scene 2
你不知道我是个女人吗？我心里想到什么，便要说出口来。
All the world's a stage,
And all the men and women merely players;
They have their exits and their entrances,
And one man in his time plays many parts,
His acts being seven ages. At first, the infant,
Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms.
Then the whining schoolboy, with his satchel
And shining morning face, creeping like snail
Unwillingly to school. And then the lover,
Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad
Made to his mistress' eyebrow. Then a soldier,
Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard,
Jealous in honor, sudden and quick in quarrel,
Seeking the bubble reputation
Even in the cannon's mouth. And then the justice,
In fair round belly with good capon lined,
With eyes severe and beard of formal cut,
Full of wise saws and modern instances;
And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts
Into the lean and slippered pantaloon,
With spectacles on nose and pouch on side;
His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide
For his shrunk shank, and his big manly voice,
Turning again toward childish treble, pipes
And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all,
That ends this strange eventful history,
Is second childishness and mere oblivion,
Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.
― JAQUES, <As You Like It> Act 2, Scene 7
全世界是一个舞台，所有的男男女女不过是一些演员；他们都有下场的时候，也都有上场的时候。一个人的一生中扮演着好几个角色，他的表演可以分为七个时期。最初是婴孩，在保姆的怀中啼哭呕吐。然后是背着书包、满脸红光的学童，像蜗牛一样慢腾腾地拖着脚步，不情愿地呜咽着上学堂。然后是情人，像炉灶一样叹着气，写了一首悲哀的诗歌咏着他恋人的眉毛。然后是一个军人，满口发着古怪的誓，胡须长得像豹子一样，爱惜着名誉，动不动就要打架，在炮口上寻求着泡沫一样的荣名。然后是法官，胖胖圆圆的肚子塞满了阉鸡，凛然的眼光，整洁的胡须，满嘴都是格言和老生常谈；他这样扮了他的一个角色。第六个时期变成了精瘦的趿着拖鞋的龙锺老叟，鼻子上架着眼镜，腰边悬着钱袋；他那年轻时候节省下来的长袜子套在他皱瘪的小腿上显得宽大异常；他那朗朗的男子的口音又变成了孩子似的尖声，像是吹着风笛和哨子。终结着这段古怪的多事的历史的最后一场，是孩提时代的再现，全然的遗忘，没有牙齿，没有眼睛，没有口味，没有一切。
What do I fear? Myself? There’s none else by.
Richard loves Richard; that is, I and I.
Is there a murderer here? No. Yes, I am.
Then fly! What, from myself? Great reason why:
Lest I revenge. What, myself upon myself?
Alack, I love myself. Wherefore? For any good
That I myself have done unto myself?
O, no! Alas, I rather hate myself
For hateful deeds committed by myself.
I am a villain. Yet I lie. I am not.
Fool, of thyself speak well. Fool, do not flatter:
My conscience hath a thousand several tongues,
And every tongue brings in a several tale,
And every tale condemns me for a villain.
Perjury, perjury, in the highest degree;
Murder, stern murder, in the direst degree;
All several sins, all used in each degree,
Throng to the bar, crying all, “Guilty! guilty!”
I shall despair. There is no creature loves me,
And if I die no soul will pity me.
And wherefore should they, since that I myself
Find in myself no pity to myself?
― KING RICHARD III, <Richard III>Act 5, Scene 3
我难道会怕我自己吗？旁边并无别人哪：理查爱理查；那就是说，我就是我。这儿有凶手在吗？没有。有，我就是；那就逃命吧。怎么！逃避我自己的手吗？大有道理，否则我要对自己报复。怎么！自己报复自己吗？呀！我爱我自己。有什么可爱的？为了我自己我曾经做过什么好事吗？呵！没有。呀！我其实恨我自己，因为我自己干下了可恨的罪行。我是个罪犯。不对，我在乱说了；我不是个罪犯。蠢东西，你自己还该讲自己好呀；蠢才，不要自以为是啦。我这颗良心伸出了千万条舌头，每条舌头提出了不同的申诉，每一申诉都指控我是个罪犯。犯的是伪誓罪，伪誓罪，罪大恶极；谋杀罪，残酷的谋杀罪，罪无可恕；种种罪行，大大小小，拥上公堂来，齐声嚷道，“有罪！有罪！”我只有绝望了。天下无人爱怜我了；我即便死去，也没有一个人会来同情我；当然，我自己都找不出一点值得我自己怜惜的东西，何况旁人呢？
A Horse, a Horse! My Kingdom for a Horse!
― KING RICHARD III, <Richard III>Act 5. Scene 4
一匹马！一匹马！我的王位换一匹马！
For God's sake, let us sit upon the ground
And tell sad stories of the death of kings;
How some have been deposed; some slain in war,
Some haunted by the ghosts they have deposed;
Some poison'd by their wives: some sleeping kill'd;
All murder'd: for within the hollow crown
That rounds the mortal temples of a king
Keeps Death his court and there the antic sits,
Scoffing his state and grinning at his pomp,
Allowing him a breath, a little scene,
To monarchize, be fear'd and kill with looks,
Infusing him with self and vain conceit,
As if this flesh which walls about our life,
Were brass impregnable, and humour'd thus
Comes at the last and with a little pin
Bores through his castle wall, and farewell king!
Cover your heads and mock not flesh and blood
With solemn reverence: throw away respect,
Tradition, form and ceremonious duty,
For you have but mistook me all this while:
I live with bread like you, feel want,
Taste grief, need friends: subjected thus,
How can you say to me, I am a king?
― Richard II, Act 3, Scene 2
为了上帝的缘故，让我们坐在地上，讲些关于国王们的死亡的悲惨的故事；有些是被人废黜的，有些是在战场上阵亡的，有些是被他们所废黜的鬼魂们缠绕着的，有些是被他们的妻子所毒毙的，有些是在睡梦中被杀的，全都不得善终；因为在那围绕着一个凡世的国王头上的这顶空洞的王冠之内，正是死神驻节的宫廷，这妖魔高坐在里边，揶揄他的尊严，姗笑他的荣华，给他一段短短的呼吸的时间，让他在舞台上露一露脸，使他君临万民，受尽众人的敬畏，一眨眼就可以致人于死命，把妄自尊大的思想灌注他的心头，仿佛这包藏着我们生命的血肉的皮囊，是一堵不可摧毁的铜墙铁壁一样；当他这样志得意满的时候，却不知道他的末日已经临近眼前，一枚小小的针就可以刺破他的壁垒，于是再会吧，国王！戴上你们的帽子；不要把严肃的敬礼施在一个凡人的身上；丢开传统的礼貌，仪式的虚文，因为你们一向都把我认错了；像你们一样，我也靠着面包生活，我也有欲望，我也懂得悲哀，我也需要朋友；既然如此，你们怎么能对我说我是一个国王呢？
Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer's lease hath all too short a date:
Sometimes too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And too often is his gold complexion dimm'd:
And every fair from fair sometimes declines,
By chance or natures changing course untrimm'd;
By thy eternal summer shall not fade,
Nor lose possession of that fair thou owest;
Nor shall Death brag thou wander'st in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou growest:
So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
So long lives this and this gives life to thee.”
― Shakespeare's Sonnets 18
梁宗岱译文：
我怎么能够把你来比作夏天？
你不独比它可爱也比它温婉：
狂风把五月宠爱的娇蕊作践，
夏天出赁的期限又未免太短：
天上的眼睛有时照得太酷烈，
它那炳耀的金颜又常遭掩蔽：
被机缘或无常的天道所摧折，
没有芳艳不终于凋残或销毁。
但是你的长夏永远不会凋落，
也不会损失你这娇艳的红芳，
或死神夸口你在它影里漂泊，
当你在不朽的诗里与诗同长。
只要一天有人类，或人有眼睛，
这诗将长存，并且赐给你生命。
