经典话剧剧本《Hamlet哈姆雷特ACT1》英文完整版(9)

　　Nor customary suits of solemn black,

　　Nor windy suspiration of forced breath,

　　No, nor the fruitful river in the eye,

　　Nor the dejected 'havior of the visage,

　　Together with all forms, moods, shapes of grief,

　　That can denote me truly: these indeed seem,

　　For they are actions that a man might play:

　　But I have that within which passeth show;

　　These but the trappings and the suits of woe.

　　KING CLAUDIUS

　　'Tis sweet and commendable in your nature, Hamlet,

　　To give these mourning duties to your father:

　　But, you must know, your father lost a father;

　　That father lost, lost his, and the survivor bound

　　In filial obligation for some term

　　To do obsequious sorrow: but to persever

　　In obstinate condolement is a course

　　Of impious stubbornness; 'tis unmanly grief;

　　It shows a will most incorrect to heaven,

　　A heart unfortified, a mind impatient,

　　An understanding simple and unschool'd:

　　For what we know must be and is as common

　　As any the most vulgar thing to sense,

　　Why should we in our peevish opposition

　　Take it to heart? Fie! 'tis a fault to heaven,

　　A fault against the dead, a fault to nature,

　　To reason most absurd: whose common theme

　　Is death of fathers, and who still hath cried,

　　From the first corse till he that died to-day,

　　'This must be so.' We pray you, throw to earth

　　This unprevailing woe, and think of us

　　As of a father: for let the world take note,

　　You are the most immediate to our throne;

　　And with no less nobility of love

　　Than that which dearest father bears his son,

　　Do I impart toward you. For your intent

　　In going back to school in Wittenberg,