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Hamlet I have heard you recite a line for me, but I have never performed it; Even if it is staged, it won't happen more than once, because I remember that this play is not popular with the public. Caviar is not to the taste of ordinary people; But in my opinion, there are other people who are more authoritative than me in this respect who have the same understanding. This is a wonderful drama with appropriate scenes and simple and clever words. I remember someone said: that play was not spicy at all, and there was no affectation between the lines; He called it frank writing, which is both rigid and flexible, magnificent and superficial. My favorite passage is the story Aeneas told Dido, especially the one in which Priam was killed. If you haven't forgotten, please read from this line; Let me think, let me think.

Savage Pilars is like a tiger—

No, it isn't; But it did start in Pilars; ——

Savage Pilars crouched in a wooden horse,

The arm of darkness is as firm as he is,

As dark and horrible as night;

On this dark and ferocious skin,

What's even more frightening now is that,

From head to toe, he is red,

Splashed with innocent blood of parents and children;

Those burning streets,

Give a cruel and vicious look,

Illuminate the enemy to carry out their killing,

It also dried up the blood pool flowing everywhere;

Burning like a demon,

The whole body glue sticks to the coagulated blood clot,

Round red eyes,

Looking for traces of Pharaoh Priam.

You go on.

Polonius, for God's sake, Your Highness, you read very well. It's really cadence, wonderful music.

Jia Ling

Lao Wang is struggling hard,

But you can't cut down the Greeks as his enemies;

Don't listen to his arm at all,

His Gu Jian slammed to the ground;

Pilars, look at him. He was weak,

Attack him crazily,

Although the fierce sword missed,

A gust of wind blew the weak old king down.

It was like the sky was falling,

Alarmed Irene, without feeling,

The burning tower suddenly collapsed,

The crash was like a bolt from the blue,

Deaf Pilars's ear;

Look! His sword has not been cut.

Priam's white-haired head has stopped in the air;

Like a tyrant who paints with paint,

Indifferent to one's own behavior,

He stood still.

Before the storm came,

There is often a moment of peace in the sky,

Dark clouds hung in the air,

The wind quietly put away its silence,

Dead silence enveloped the whole earth;

But at this moment,

Terrible thunder pierced the sky.

After a short pause, the violent thought of killing people

Rekindle the spirit of Pilars;

Cook rope casts armor for the god of war,

Julius' hammer is inferior to Pilars's.

The bleeding sword was cut on Priam.

So fierce and heartless.

Go, go, you whore's fate!

God in heaven! Deprive her of her power,

Do not let her usurp the throne of the gods;

Take off her wheels and roll down the hill,

To the abyss of hell.

Hamlet: Well, God be with you! Now I'm alone. Oh, I'm such a useless fool! The actor is only in a fictional story and a passionate dream, but he can blend his soul into his image. Under its influence, his whole face turned pale, his eyes were full of tears, his expression was flustered, his voice was extremely sad, and all his actions were consistent with his image. Isn't this incredible? Not for anything! For Hector Cobb! What does Hector Cobb have to do with him? What does he have to do with Hector Cobb? But will he cry for her? What would happen to him if he had all my causes of pain? He is bound to drown the stage with tears, shatter the audience's ears with horrible words, make the guilty crazy, shock the innocent, panic the ignorant, and confuse all eyes and ears with their functions. And I, a confused guy, am dejected and despondent, as if dreaming all day, forgetting the revenge of killing my father; Although a king robbed him of his power by evil means and killed his most precious life, I still couldn't hum a word. Am I a coward? Who said I was a villain? Who broke my skull? Who pulled out my beard and blew it in my face? Who twisted my nose? Who accused me of talking nonsense to my face? Who did this to me? Hey! I should put up with such insults, because I am a heartless and docile coward, otherwise I would have used this slave's body to fatten that flying kite. Bloodthirsty, dissolute thief! Cruel, treacherous, immoral and rebellious thief! Ah! Revenge! Hey, I'm such a fool! My dear father was murdered, and ghosts and gods are urging me to take revenge. As a son, I am like a dirty woman. I can only complain with empty words, learn to be a bitch and scold the street. It's already great for me! Bah! Bah! Live, my brain! I have heard that criminals sometimes get excited by clever performances on the stage and confess on the spot. Because no matter how secret the assassination is, it will always be revealed through the magic megaphone. I'm going to ask these actors to perform a drama similar to my father's tragic death in front of my uncle. I look at his face from the side; I want to go deep into his soul. If he shows any fear and anxiety, I know what I should do. The ghost I saw may be the incarnation of the devil, appearing in a beautiful shape, and the devil has this ability; For a weak and melancholy soul, he is the easiest to exert his strength; Maybe he saw my weakness and melancholy, and then he came to haunt me, trying to lure me to the road of destruction. I want to get some more tangible evidence than this first; With this play, I can explore the inner secrets of the king.

Hamlet no, don't think I'm complimenting you; You have nothing but a kind heart. What's in it for me to compliment you? Why flatter the poor? No, let honey-like lips suck stupid glory and bend their knees to make money where it is profitable. Listen. Ever since I was able to distinguish right from wrong and choose a wise man and a fool, you have always been the chosen one in my soul, because although you have experienced all the ups and downs, you have not been hurt at all, and you have been treated calmly by the abuse and favor of fate; Blessed is the man who can adjust his feelings and reason so properly, and fate can't play with him. Give me a person who is not enslaved by feelings, and I am willing to cherish him in my heart and in the depths of my soul, just like I do for you. These words need not be said now. Tonight we are going to perform a play in front of the king. One of the scenes is very similar to the death of my father I told you about. When that scene is on, I want you to concentrate on my uncle. If he doesn't show a trace of his hidden evil after listening to the play, then the ghost we saw must be a demon, and my fantasy is as black as the blacksmith's anvil. Stare at him; I also want to fix my eyes on his face; Later, we will synthesize everyone's observation results and give him the next judgment.

Hamlet: to be or not to be, this is a question worth considering; Which is more noble, silently enduring the cruel and sharp arrow of fate or standing up against the endless suffering of the world and sweeping it away through struggle? Dead; Fell asleep; Everything is over; If in this kind of sleep, the pain in our hearts, as well as countless other inevitable blows of flesh and blood, can disappear from now on, which is exactly the ending we want. Dead; Fell asleep; Maybe you will dream when you are asleep; Well, this is the obstacle: because when we get rid of this rotten skin, what dreams we will have in that dead sleep can't help but make us hesitate. It is for this reason that people are willing to be trapped in trouble for a long time; Who is willing to endure the whipping and ridicule of the world, the humiliation of the oppressor, the indifference of the arrogant, the pain of despised love, the delay of the law, the cruelty of officials and the contempt of the little people who have worked hard? If he only uses a knife, he can settle his life? Who wants to bear such a heavy burden and groan and sweat under the oppression of tiring life? If it weren't for the fear of unknown death, the fear of the mysterious country that no traveler has ever been back to, which confuses our will, we would rather endure the present wear and tear than fly to the pain we don't know? In this way, heavy worries make us all cowards, and the persistent red-hot brilliance is cast a gray by careful thinking. Under this consideration, the great cause will also retreat against the current and lose the meaning of action. Wait a minute! Beautiful Mr. Fiya! Goddess, in your prayers, don't forget to confess my sins for me.

King, thank you, Hyun-ching. (Under Polonius) Ah! My sinful anger has reached heaven; My soul bears the first curse since the early yuan dynasty, killing my brother! I can't pray, although my desire is as strong as my determination; My stronger sin overcame my strong will. Just like a person who wants to do two things at the same time, because he doesn't know where to start first, he wanders astray and ends up doing nothing. If this cursed hand is covered with a layer of brother's blood thicker than itself, can't the showers in the sky wash it as white as snow? Isn't the mission of compassion to forgive sins? Isn't the purpose of prayer on the one hand to prevent us from falling, and on the other hand to save us after we fall? Then I will look up to heaven; I have made a mistake. But alas! What kind of prayer suits me? "Ask God to forgive me for my felony murder"? That's impossible, because I still have someone to arouse my criminal motives, my crown, my ambition and my queen. If you still have the benefits you have taken, can you be lucky enough to ask for forgiveness? In this corrupt world, the gilded hand of evil may push justice aside, and the stolen goods of thugs often become bribes that distort the law; But this is not the case in the sky. Everything in the sky is inevitable. Any action must reveal its truth and testify to its own sins face to face. So what should we do? What else can I think? Try the power of confession. What can confession do? But what's the use for a man who can't repent? Ah, an unfortunate situation! Ah, a heart as dark as death! Ah, the more you struggle, the more you can't get rid of the stuck soul! Help me, angels! Try it: bend down, tenacious knees; Heartstrings are like steel wires and become as soft as the muscles of newborn babies! I hope everything will turn from disaster to happiness! Step back and kneel down to pray. )

Hamlet looked at this picture and then at this one; This is a portrait of two brothers. You see how elegant and graceful this one looks: the curly hair of the sun god, the forehead of the god, the majestic eyes of the god of war, and the lithe posture of the angel who kissed the top of the mountain; This perfect and outstanding musical instrument is really like every god who has marked it, proving to the world that this is a typical man. This is your ex-husband Now look at this: this is your current husband, like a moldy ear of grain, hurting his strong brother. Do you have eyes? Would you like to leave this mountain and live in this wilderness? Hey! Do you have eyes? You can't say love, because at your age, enthusiasm has cooled and become tame, and you are willing to listen to rational judgment; Is there any reason to be willing to drop from such a high place to such a low place? Perceive that of course you do, otherwise you won't take action; But your perception must have been numb; Because even a madman would not make such a mistake, and no matter how crazy he is, he can't tell. So what devil blindfolded you and deceived you like this? There are eyes but no touch, no touch, no ears, no eyes and no hands, only a sense of smell and nothing else, and even a sense of official responsibility is still out of order, which will not confuse you to this point. Shame! Aren't you ashamed? If the evil fire in hell can arouse the ignorance in the bone marrow of middle-aged women, let chastity melt like wax in the flame of youth. When irresistible lust strikes on a large scale, there is no need to shout shame, because frost and snow will burn automatically and reason will become a slave to lust.

Hamlet is in a trance! My pulse is the same as yours, beating at a normal rhythm. What I said is not crazy; If you don't believe me, you might as well try. I can repeat these words word for word. A crazy person won't remember it so clearly. Mom, for God's sake, don't comfort yourself, thinking that what I said was just out of madness, not really because of your fault; That kind of thinking is just a deceptive ointment, which can only form a thin film on your festering conscience, while the inner poison sore grows bigger and bigger at the bottom. Confess to heaven, repent of the past and guard against the future; Don't pour fertilizer on weeds, it will spread especially. Forgive me for this fair suggestion; Because in this evil age, justice must beg for evil forgiveness, it must bow down and ask others to accept his kind advice.

12 night

"After being separated from you, I hated you very much for a while and hated your guts; I even think that I am so good to you that you have no reason not to want me; I like you very much. You have no reason to do this to me. But unexpectedly, it turned out that it was none of anyone's business at all. It's all because I'm immature. Then I went to England, and I wanted to cry when I got off the plane, because I remember you said you would definitely take your girlfriend to see a university professor, and then you asked when we would go. Now I am here, but I am alone. I got off at the railway station and went to your old university. Suddenly I feel that you are far away, and I am afraid. How did you become so strange? If I don't even feel this way, then I really have nothing. On the third day, I went to your university again and sat in the dining hall. I thought you were here. Then I cried. Am I not good enough? I think it's over. Suddenly all the feelings came back, just like moving out after graduating from college four years ago. Everything has just begun. Suddenly, my heart stopped hurting, I was no longer unhappy, and my heart seemed to come back. I think I can start over. I thought about looking for you and wrote you many letters, but I didn't send them, because I told myself that if I wanted to change my mind, I wouldn't allow myself to do so. Because I can't let others hurt me like this anymore. I told others that I came to you to tell you that I am no longer nervous about you; She said that if you are not nervous, you don't have to look for it at all. I know, so I don't lie to myself anymore, so what I want to say is that I really like you, and then I'm sad. Then, I hope that one day, my injury will be healed and I can start over. I have been waiting for this day, hoping to come soon, and this day has finally come. "