Excerpts and comments about "Shakespeare's Dramas"

The Tempest

Act i. Sc. 2.

There's nothing ill can dwell in such a temple:

If the ill spirit have so fair a house,

Good things will strive to dwell with 't.

Such a house will not tolerate evil; If an evil spirit takes possession of such a beautiful house, good virtue will surely strive to live in it.

Act i. Sc. 2.

I will be correspondent to command,

And do my spiriting gently.

I will Obey orders and carry out your duties well.

Act ii. Sc. 2.

A very ancient and fishlike smell.

It smells like a fish, with a bit of a musty fishy smell< /p>

Act ii. Sc. 2.

Misery acquaints a man with strange bed-fellows.

If a man is unlucky, he has to sleep with monsters< /p>

Act iv. Sc. 1.

Our revels row are ended: these our actors,

As I foretold you, were all spirits, and

Are melted into air, into thin air:

And, like the baseless fabric of this vision,

The cloud-capped towers, the gorgeous palaces,

The solemn temples, the great globe itself

Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve,

And, like an insubstantial pageant faded,

Leave not a rack behind.

These actors of ours, I once told you, were originally a group of elves; they have all turned into light smoke and disappeared. Just like this ethereal illusion, the cloud-filled pavilions, majestic palaces, solemn temples, and even the earth itself, and everything on the earth, will also dissipate. Just like this illusion, not even the shadow of a smoke cloud will disappear. Never stayed.

Act iv. Sc. 1.

We are such stuff

As dreams are made of, and our little life

Is rounded with a sleep.

The stuff we are made of is also the stuff

of dreams; our short life is surrounded by a deep sleep.

TWELFTH NIGHT.

Twelfth Night

Act i. Sc. 1.(Duke Orsino)

If music be the food of love, play on,

Give me excess of it; that, surfeiting,

The appetite may sicken, and so die.—

That strain again—it had a dying fall;

O, it came o'er my ear like the sweet south,

That breathes upon a bank of violets,

Stealing and giving odour.

If music is the food of love, then keep playing it; keep playing it as much as possible, so that love will choke to death due to overeating. The tune is playing again! It has a gradually sinking rhythm.

ah! It passed by my ears, just like the breeze blowing a bush of violets, making a soft sound, stealing the fragrance of the flowers, and giving away the fragrance at the same time.

Act i. Sc, 3.(Sir Toby Belch)

I am sure care's an enemy to life.

Sorrow will destroy life.

Act i. Sc. 5.(Viola)

'Tis beauty truly blent, whose red and white

Nature's own sweet and cunning hand laid on.

It is really a beauty that is exquisitely blended with various colors; the red and white are all applied by God himself with his lovely and skillful hands.

Act ii. Sc. 3.(Sir Toby Belch)

Dost thou think, because thou art virtuous,

there shall be no more cakes and ale ?

Do you think that because you have high moral standards, others can’t drink for fun?

Act ii. Sc. 4.(Viola)

She never told her love,

But let concealment, like a worm in the bud,

Feed on her damask cheek: she pined in thought,

And, with a green and yellow melancholy,

She sat, like Patience on a monument,

Smiling at grief.

She never told anyone about her love, letting the depression hidden in her heart eat away at her crimson cheeks like moths in the bud; Gaunt due to lovesickness, tormented by illness and sorrow, she was like the embodiment of "patience" engraved on the tombstone, sitting silently and smiling at the sorrow.

Act iii. Sc. 1.(Olivia)

O, what a deal of scorn looks beautiful

In the contempt and anger of his lip!< /p>

Alas! The contempt and anger at the corner of his mouth,

How beautiful is the cold expression!

Act iii. Sc. 1.(Olivia)

Love sought is good, but given unsought is better.

It should be noted that love sought is good, but given unsought is better. ,

What you get for nothing should be cherished even more.

Act iii. Sc, 2.(Sir Toby Belch)

Let there be gall enough in thy ink; thou though write with a goose-pen, no matter.

Put your ink full of malice, even though you use a quill.

Act iii. Sc. 4.(Malvolio)

Some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have greatness thrust upon them.

Some People are born with wealth, some people earn it, and some people get it as gifts.

A Midsummer Night's Dream

Act i. Sc. 1.(Theseus)

But earthly happier is the rose distilled

Than that which, withering on the virgin thorn

Grows, lives, and dies in single blessedness.

But married women are like The scent of roses that have been refined under the sun lingers, and they are always much happier from the eyes of the world than the flowers that bloom alone and die alone.

Act i. Sc. 1.(Lysander)

Ah me! for aught that ever I could read,

Could ever hear by tale or history,

The course of true love never did run smooth.

Alas! What I have read in books, heard in legends or history, is that the road true love takes is always bumpy and bumpy;

Act i. Sc. 1.(Helena)

Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind;

And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind.

Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind, Therefore the winged Cupid is often described as blind.

Act i. Sc. 2.(Quince)

for Pyramus is a sweet-faced man; a proper man, as one shall see in a summer's day;

a most lovely gentleman-like man

Because Pyramus was a likeable pretty boy, a decent man, like the kind of man you might see in the summer; A lovely gentleman-like person

Act ii. Sc. 1.(Puck)

I'll put a girdle round about the earth

In forty minutes.

I can circle the world in forty minutes

Act ii. Sc. 2.(Oberon)

I know a bank where the wild thyme blows,

Where oxlips and the nodding violet grows,

Quite over-canopied with luscious woodbine,

With sweet musk-roses and with eglantine:

I know a beach where fennel blooms,

overgrown with primrose and lush violets,

sweet honeysuckle, luxuriant Wild roses,

draft a fragrant brocade curtain all over the sky.

Act iii. Sc. 2.(Helena)

So we grow together,

Like to a double cherry, seeming parted,

< p>But yet an union in partition;

We grow together like this, just like cherries with parallel stems, they look like two, but they actually grow together;

Act v. Sc. 1.(Theseus)

The poet's eye, in a fine frenzy rolling,

Doth glance from heaven to earth, from earth to heaven,

And as imagination bodies forth

The forms of things unknown, the poet's pen

Turns them to shape, and gives to airy nothing

A local habitation and a name.

In a magical and wild turn, the poet's eyes can see from the sky to the earth, and from the earth to the sky. Imagination will present unknown things in a form, and the poet's pen will give them a realistic image, and the empty nothing will have a home and a name.