莎士比亚的名句英文版

Question

就是那句：to be or not to be ,that is a… 那一句，后面部分

Answer 1

To be, or not to be: that is the question:
Whether 'tis 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 heart-ache 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,
The oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely,
The pangs of despised love, the law's delay,
The insolence of office and the spurns
That patient merit of the unworthy takes,
When he himself might his quietus make With a bare bodkin? who would 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.

活下去还是不活：这是问题。
要做到高贵，究竟该忍气吞声
来容受狂暴的命运矢石交攻呢，
还是该挺身反抗无边的苦恼，
扫它个干净？死，就是睡眠 就这样；而如果睡眠就等于了结了
心痛以及千百种身体要担受的
皮痛肉痛，那该是天大的好事，
正求之不得啊！死，就是睡眠；
睡眠，也许要做梦，这就麻烦了！
我们一旦摆脱了尘世的牵缠，
在死的睡眠里还会做些什么梦，
一想到就不能不踌躇。这一点顾虑
正好使灾难变成了长期的折磨。
谁甘心忍受人世的鞭挞和嘲弄，忍受压迫者虐待、傲慢者凌辱，
忍受失恋的痛苦、法庭的拖延、
衙门的横暴，做埋头苦干的大才、
受作威作福的小人一脚踢出去，
如果他只消自己来使一下尖刀
就可以得到解脱啊？谁甘心挑担子，
拖着疲累的生命，呻吟，流汗，
要不是怕一死就去了没有人回来的
那个从未发现的国土，怕那边
还不知会怎样，因此意志动摇了，
因此便宁愿忍受目前的灾殃，
而不愿投奔另一些未知的昔难？
这样子，顾虑使我们都成了懦夫，
也就这样子，决断决行的本色
蒙上了惨白的一层思虑的病容；
本可以轰轰烈烈的大作大为，
由于这一点想不通，就出了别扭，
失去了行动的名分。啊，别作声！
美丽的莪菲丽亚！——女神，你做祷告
别忘掉也替我忏悔罪恶。

Answer 2

The course of true love never did run smooth. (A Midsummer Night’s Dream 1.1)
真爱无坦途。 ——《仲夏夜之梦》
/真诚的爱情之路永不会是平坦的。
Things base and vile, holding no quantity, love can transpose to from and dignity: love looks not with the eyes, but with mind. (A Midsummer Night’s Dream 1.1)
卑贱和劣行在爱情看来都不算数，都可以被转化成美满和庄严：爱情不用眼睛辨别，而是用心灵来判断/爱用的不是眼睛，而是心。——《仲夏夜之梦》
Lord, what fools these mortals be! (A Midsummer Night’s Dream 3.2)
上帝呀，这些凡人怎么都是十足的傻瓜！——《仲夏夜之梦》
The lunatic, the lover and the poet are of imagination all compact. (A Midsummer Night’s Dream 5.1)
疯子、情人、诗人都是想象的产儿。——《仲夏夜之梦》
Since the little wit that fools have was silenc’d, the little foolery that wise men have makes a great show. (As You Like It, 1.2)
自从傻子小小的聪明被压制得无声无息，聪明人小小的傻气显得更吸引眼球了。——《皆大欢喜》
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。 ——《皆大欢喜》

Answer 3

To be, or not to be- that is the question:
Whether 'tis 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.