HAMLET To be or not to be—that is the question: 64 Whether ’tis nobler in the mind to suffer 65 The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune, 66 Or to take arms against a sea of troubles 67 And, by opposing, end them. To die, to sleep— 68 No more—and by a sleep to say we end 69 The heartache and the thousand natural shocks 70 That flesh is heir to—’tis a consummation 71 Devoutly to be wished. To die, to sleep— 72 To sleep, perchance to dream. Ay, there’s the rub, 73 For in that sleep of death what dreams may come, 74 When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,
EDGARA serving-man, proud in heart and mind; that curledmy hair; wore gloves in my cap; served the lust ofmy mistress' heart, and did the act of darkness withher; swore as many oaths as I spake words, andbroke them in the sweet face of heaven: one thatslept in the contriving of lust, and waked to do it:wine loved I deeply, dice dearly: and in womanout-paramoured the Turk: false of heart, light ofear, bloody of hand; hog in sloth, fox in stealth,wolf in greediness, dog in madness, lion in prey.Let not the creaking of shoes nor the rustling ofsilks betray thy poor heart to woman: keep thy footout of brothels, thy hand out of plackets, thy penfrom lenders' books, and defy the foul fiend.Still through the hawthorn blows the cold wind:Says suum, mun, ha, no, nonny.Dolphin my boy, my boy, sessa! let him trot by.Storm still.
Ay, sir, that soaks up the king's countenance, hisrewards, his authorities. But such officers do theking best service in the end: he keeps them, likean ape, in the corner of his jaw; first mouthed, tobe last swallowed: when he needs what you havegleaned, it is but squeezing you, and, sponge, youshall be dry again.
كان صبرها وحزنها يتصارعان على أيهما يظهرها في أبدع مظهر.كأنك ترى الشمس ساطعة والسماء تمطر في نفس اللحظة.هكذا كانت ابتسامتها ودموعها.وإن كانت أبهى منظرا.تلك الأبتسامات الضئيلة السعيدة التي رفت على شفتيها بدت وكأنها لا تعلم أي الضيوف حلت في عينيها ثم رحلت عنهما كما لو كان الألم يليق بغيرها بهذا الشكل لصار شيئا نادرا تعشقه الناس.
Speak the speech, I pray you, as I pronounced it toyou, trippingly on the tongue: but if you mouth it,as many of your players do, I had as lief thetown-crier spoke my lines. Nor do not saw the airtoo much with your hand, thus, but use all gently;for in the very torrent, tempest, and, as I may say,the whirlwind of passion, you must acquire and begeta temperance that may give it smoothness. O, itoffends me to the soul to hear a robustiousperiwig-pated fellow tear a passion to tatters, tovery rags, to split the ears of the groundlings, whofor the most part are capable of nothing butinexplicable dumbshows and noise: I would have sucha fellow whipped for o'erdoing Termagant; itout-herods Herod: pray you, avoid it.
لكن ما أكثر مانزمع أمرا ثم ننقضه،والنية تدوم مابقيت عالقة بالذاكرة،وهي تولد بعنف،ولكنها واهية القوى.فتظل حينا كأثمار الفجة متشبثة بالشجرة.حتى إذا اشتد نضجها هوت،دون أن يهزها أحد.وما علينا من حرج أن ننسى الوفاء بالدين،مادمنا مدينين به لأنفسنا،والذي نعد به أنفسنا حين يشتد تحمسنا،لايكون له معنى،إذا خمدت حماستنا