Добави мнение Мнения:6
Enter David: To write, or not to write - never was that a question; To shine, or not to shine - a pass in astronomy was a dream unfulfilled so I dared not ask the question; To have, or not to have - is that a question? To buy, or not to buy - that is the question: (but to some other addressee) Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune ....................................... 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' Fergusson oppressor's wrong, the Turkish proud man's contumely, The pangs of despis'd love with Victoria, the law's delay, The insolence of United's 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 in Macedonia... ........................................ Thus conscience - what kind of word is that? - 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.- Soft you now! The fair Victoria!- Nymph, in thy orisons Be all my sins rememb'red.* *най-известният монолог в световната драма, леко орязан и с минимални корекции. forgive me, william!  Редактирано от - ulysses на 13/9/2003 г/ 04:00:08 |
По-добро е от оригинала. Тоя от гримиране , позиране и насиране кога му остана време да пише , но както казва един от форума ниека пичели то сега му ие времиту ....  |
Добави мнение Мнения:6