莎劇賞析之十二： 《 暴風雨 》 The Tempest. 董 崇 選 中山醫大應用外語系教授 懂更懂學習英文網站負責人 網址： http://dgdel.nchu.edu.tw. I. The Plot:. Type : Romantic Comedy 或 Romantic Fantasy Time : 15th Century Locale : An island in the sea (the Mediterranean Sea) First presented : 1611.
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(the Mediterranean Sea)
No more amazement: tell your piteous heart
There’s no harm done.”--Prospero to Miranda
The ivy which had hid my princely trunk,
And sucked my verdure out on it.”--Prospero to Miranda
When I arrived and heard thee, that made gape
The pine, and let thee out.”--Prospero to Ariel
Which thou take from me. ...
... All the charms of Sycorax, toads, beetles, bats, light on you!
For I am all the subjects that you have,
Which first was mine own King: and here you sty me
In this hard rock, whiles you do keep from me
The rest of the island.” --Caliban to Prospero
Is, I know how to curse.” --Caliban to Prospero
Of his bones are coral made;
Those are pearls that were his eyes:
Nothing of him that doth fade,
But doth suffer a sea-change
Into something rich and strange.
Sea-nymphs hourly ring his knell.” --Ariel’s song
I must uneasy make, lest too light winning
Make the prize light.” --Prospero to himself
Execute all things; for no kind of traffic
Would I admit; no name of magistrate;
... no sovereignty.” --Gonzalo to Antonio & Sebastian
It would put me to my slipper: but I feel not
This deity in my bosom: twenty consciences,
That stand betwixt me and Milan, candied be they,
And melt, ere they molest.” --Antonio to Sebastian
For the liquor is not earthly.” --Caliban to Stephano
As I foretold you, were all spirits, and
Are melted into air, into thin air.
Leave not a rack behind. We are such stuff
As dreams are made on; and our little life
Is rounded with a sleep.” --Prospero to Ferdinand & Miranda
Nurture can never stick; on whom my pains,
Humanely taken, all, all lost, quite lost;
And as with age his body uglier grows,
So his mind cankers.” --Prospero to himself about Caliban
In virtue than in vengeance.” --Prospero to Ariel
How many goodly creatures are there here!
How beauteous mankind is! O brave new world,
That has such people in it!” --Miranda to Prospero et al.