今天早上讀了這貼子好多遍
總是別有一番滋味在心頭
卻一直搞不清楚是甚麼
滿腦子的混沌，喧囂，紛擾
又難禁悲愴之情
而再聽潘美的
什麼樣的人才有資格流淚後
終於泫然淚下作者: Judith 时间: 2002-12-6 08:41:56 标题: And the world's a stage
And the world's a stage
by William Shakespeare
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.
And 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 honour, 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 stage shifts
Into the lean and slipper'd 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 to childish treble, pipes
And whistles in his sound.
Last scene of all,
That ends this strange eventful history,
Is second childish and mere oblivion,
Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.
