《麦克白的悲剧 The Tragedy of Macbeth(2021)英文字幕》更新日期: 2022年01月14日 下载次数: 328 SRT ASS
麦克白的悲剧 The Tragedy of Macbeth(2021)英文字幕预览
When shall we three meet again?,In thunder, lightning, or in rain?,When the hurly-burly's done.,When the battle's lost and won.,Where the place?,Upon the heath.,There to meet with Macbeth.There to meet with Macbeth.,Fair is foul, and foul is fair.,Hover through the fog and filthy air.,Hail, brave friend.,Say to the king the knowledge of the broilas though didst leave it.,Doubtful it stood.,As two spent swimmers that docling together and choke their art.,The merciless Macdonwald,,with fortune on hisdamned quarrel smiling,,showed like a rebel's whore.,But all's too weak.,For brave Macbeth--well he deserves that name--,discerning fortune, with his brandishedsteel which smoked with bloody execution,,like valor's minion carved outhis passage till he faced the slave.,Which ne'er shook hands,nor bade farewell to him,,till he unseamed himfrom the nave to the chops,and fixed his head upon our battlements.,Valiant cousin. Worthy gentleman.,No sooner justice had with valor armed,compelled these skipping kernsto trust their heels鈥?,but the Norwegian lord, surveying vantage,with furbished arms,and new supplies of menbegan a fresh assault.,Dismayed not this our captains,Macbeth and Banquo?,Yes.,As sparrows eagles, or the hare the lion.,So they doubly redoubledstrokes upon the foe.,I cannot tell.,My gashes cry for help.,God save the king.,Whence cam'st thou, worthy Thane?,From Fife, great King,,where the Norwegian bannersflout the sky and fan our people cold.,Norway himself, with terrible numbers,assisted by that most disloyal traitor,,the Thane of Cawdor,began a dismal conflict.,Till that Macbeth and Banquo,lapped in proof,,confronted him with self-comparisons.,Point against point rebellious, arm'gainst arm, curbing his lavish spirit.,And, to conclude鈥?45,Great happiness.,No more the Thane of Cawdorshall deceive our bosom interest.,- No.- Go pronounce his present death.,I'll see it done.,And with his former title鈥?51,Where hast thou been, sister?,Killing swine.,Sister, where thou?,Look what I have.,Show me. Show me!,Here I have a sailor's thumb,wrecked as homeward he did come.,A drum. A drum!,Macbeth doth come.,Aye.,In a sieve I'll thither sail.,And, like a rat without a tail,I'll do, I'll do and I'll do.,I'll drain him dry as hay.I'll drain him dry as hay.,Sleep shall neither night nor day鈥?65,He shall live a man forbid.,Weary sennights nine times nine,shall he dwindle, peak and pine.,The weird sisters, hand in hand.,Posters of the sea and land.,Thus do go about, about.,Thrice to thine and thrice to mine.,And thrice again to make up--,Nine.,Peace.,The charm's wound up.,So foul and fair a day I have not seen.,How far is it to Forres?,What are these? So witheredand so wild in their attire,,that look not like the inhabitantsof the earth, and yet are on it.,Live you?Or are you aught that man may question?,Speak, if you can. What are you?,All hail, Macbeth.,Hail to thee, Thane of Glamis.,All hail, Macbeth.Hail to thee, Thane of Cawdor!,All hail, Macbeth.,That shalt be king hereafter.,Are ye fantastical?Or that indeed which outwardly ye show?,If you can look into the seeds of time,and say which grain will growand which will not,,speak then to me, who neither begnor fear your favor nor your hate.,Lesser than Macbeth, and greater.,Not so happy, yet much happier.,Thou shalt get kings, though thou be none.,So all hail, Macbeth and Banquo.,Banquo and Macbeth.,All hail.,Stay, you imperfect speakers.Tell me more.,I know I am Thane of Glamis,but how of Cawdor?,The Thane of Cawdor lives,a prosperous gentleman.,And to be king stands notwithin the prospect of belief..
Say from whence you owethis strange intelligence?,Or why upon this blasted heath you stopour way with such prophetic greeting?,The earth hath bubbles, as the water has.,And these are of them.Whither are they vanished?,And what seemed corporal meltedas breath into the wind.,Would they had stayed.,Were such things hereas we do speak about?,Or have we eaten on the insane rootthat takes the reason prisoner?,Your children shall be kings.,You shall be king.,And Thane of Cawdor too. Went it not so?,To the selfsame tune and words.To the selfsame tune and words.,Who goes there?,The king hath happily received, Macbeth,the news of thy success.,And when he reads thy personal venturein the rebels' fight,,his wonders and his praises do contendwhich should be thine or his.,We are sent to give theefrom our royal master thanks.,Only to herald thee into his sight,not pay thee.,And, for an earnest of a greater honor,,he bade me, from him,call thee Thane of Cawdor.,In which addition,hail, most worthy Thane.,For it is thine.,What, can the devil speak true?,The Thane of Cawdor lives.Why do you dress me in borrowed robes?,Who was the thane lives yet,,but under heavy judgment bears that lifewhich he deserves to lose.,Whether he was combinedwith those of Norway,,or did line the rebelwith hidden help and vantage,,or that with both he laboredin his country's wrack, I know not.,But treasons capital,confessed and proved鈥?,have overthrown him.,Thanks for your pains.,Glamis and Thane of Cawdor.,The greatest is behind.The greatest is behind.,Do you not hopeyour children shall be kings?,When those that gave the Thane of Cawdorto me promised no less to them?,That trusted home might yetenkindle you unto the crown,,besides the Thane of Cawdor.,But 'tis strange.,And oftentimes, to win us to our harm,,the instrumentsof darkness tell us truths,,win us with honest trifles,to betray us in deepest consequence.,This supernatural solicitingcannot be ill, cannot be good.,If ill, why hath it given me earnestof success, commencing in a truth?,I am Thane of Cawdor.,If good, why do I yield to that suggestionwhose horrid image doth unfix my hair,and make my seated heart knock at my ribs,against the use of nature?,Present fears are lessthan horrible imaginings.,My thought, whose murderyet is but fantastical,,shakes so my single state ofman that function is smothered in surmise,,and nothing is, but what is not.,If chance will have me king, why,chance may crown me without my stir.,Come what come may.,Time and the hour runsthrough the roughest day.,"They met me in the day of success.,And I have learnedby the perfectest report,,they have more in themthan mortal knowledge.,When I burned in desireto question them further,,they made themselves air,into which they vanished.,Whiles I stood rapt in the wonder of it,,came missives from the king,who all-hailed me 'Thane of Cawdor,',by which title, before,these weird sisters saluted me,and referred me to the coming on of time,with 'Hail, king that shalt be.',This have I thought good to deliver thee,my dearest partner of greatness,,that thou mightst not losethe dues of rejoicing,by being ignorant of whatgreatness is promised thee.,Lay it to thy heart, and farewell.",Glamis thou art, and Cawdor.,And shalt be what thou art promised.,Yet do I fear thy nature.,It is too full of the milk ofhuman kindness to catch the nearest way.,Thou wouldst be great.,Art not without ambition,but without the illness should attend it.,What thou wouldst highly,that wouldst thou holily.,Wouldst not play false,and yet wouldst wrongly win.,Hie thee hither,,that I may pour my spirits in thine ear.,And chastise with the valor of my tongue,all that impedes theefrom the golden round.,Is execution done on Cawdor?,My liege.,I have spoke with one that saw him die,,who did report that very franklyhe confessed his treasons,,implored Your Highness's pardonand set forth a deep repentance.,Nothing in his life became himlike the leaving it.,He died as one thathad been studied in his death,to throw away the dearest thing he owed,as 'twere a careless trifle.,There's no art to findthe mind's construction in the face.,He was a gentlemanon whom I built an absolute trust.,O worthiest cousin.,The sin of my ingratitudeeven now was heavy on me.,Only I have left to say, more is thy duethan more than all can pay.,The service and the loyalty I owe,in doing it, pays itself.,Welcome hither.,I have begun to plant thee and will laborto make thee full of growing.,Noble Banquo, that hast no less deserved,,nor must be known no less to have done so,,let me enfold theeand hold thee to my heart.,There if I grow, the harvest is your own.,My plenteous joys, wanton in fullness,,seek to hide themselvesin drops of sorrow.,Sons, kinsmen, thanes,......
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