Chapter 5 act four

The first scene of Nava King's Palace Enter Princess, Rosalind, Mary, Catherine, Boyet, Courtiers, Attendants, and Forest Steward. Isn't the princess galloping towards the steep cliff the king? Boyet I don't know; but I think it's not him. PRINCESS Whoever he was, he looked very ambitious.Well, gentlemen, our papers will arrive today; and we will be back in France on Saturday.Friends in charge of the woods, which grove do you think we should go to kill creatures? Forest manager, as long as you stand on the platform set up by the edge of the cluster of groves, you will be able to hit a hundred shots.

The princess family said that a beauty has the face of sinking a fish and falling a wild goose; as long as I shoot it with a beautiful sharp arrow, no matter what kind of bird or animal it is, it will fall. Forgive me, princess, I don't mean it. Princess what, what?won't you compliment meAh, a moment of pride!Am I not beautiful?well! Guan Linren no, princess, you are beautiful. Princess No, you don't need to adorn me now; no amount of praise can make an unbeautiful person look better.Here, my good mirror; (give money to the forest manager) I will give you this money, because you don't lie, and you will be rewarded generously for scolding people. This is an extra reward.

Everything about you, Guanlin, is beautiful. Princess look, look!As long as you do good deeds, you can preserve your beauty.Ah, unreliable beauty!Just like these rainy and cloudy times; spend a few more money, and ugly girls will become unparalleled beauty.But bring the bow; now let us show our hunting skills by killing without regard for mercy; Well, that wasn't intentional killing, the only purpose was to win a round of applause.The great glory in the world is often born in sin, and sacrifices one's own conscience for external fame; just as I kill a poor elk now, just for the praise of others, not for my own hatred.

Boyi's fierce wives tried their best to suppress their husbands, wasn't it just to win people's praise? The princess is exactly that, no matter which wife can overwhelm her master, it is always worthy of praise. Enter Costard. Boyi came to a common people. Hello Costard!May I ask who is the smart lady here? Princess friend, you only need to see that other people have no heads, and you will know which one is her. Which Miss Costard is the tallest and tallest? The princess is the fattest and tallest one. Costard is the fattest and the tallest!By the way, there is nothing wrong with it.Miss, if your waist is as thin as my mind, you can wear the belts of these ladies.Are you not their leader?You are the fattest one here.

Princess, what advice do you have, sir?What do you have to teach? Mr. Costard Berowne told me to bring a letter to a lady named Rosalind. Princess!Where is your letter?Where is your letter?He is a good friend of mine.Stand aside, good messenger.Boyet, you know how to cut meat, cut everything up on this piece of chicken. Bao Yi complied.The letter was misdelivered; it didn't concern anyone here; it was addressed to Jaquenetta. Princess we shall read it too.Open the sealing wax, everyone listen. Boyet (reading) By heaven, you are beautiful, it is an infallible fact; verily, you are delicate; truth itself, you are lovely.More beautiful than beautiful, more delicate than delicate, more real than real, have mercy on the slave of your hero!The generous and well-known king of Cophetua took a fancy to the vile and filthy beggar girl Qi Niluophon. Luo Fang was mistaken for Zenelophon. ], he can say, Yu Lai, Yu See, Yu Sheng [Note: After Caesar conquered King Phanasis of Pontus, he informed the Roman House of Nobles a famous saying. ]; Analyze it with colloquialism, obscene and despicable colloquialism!That is, he came, he saw, he conquered.He came, 1; saw, 2; conquered, 3; who came?king.Why is he here?For seeing.Why is he watching?Because to overcome.Where is he coming?To the place of the beggar girl.what did he seeBeggar girl.Who did he beat?Beggar girl.The result is victory.whose victory?King's victory.The captive was thus rich.Who is rich?The beggar girl is rich.The ending is marriage.who gets marriedKings marry; no, two become one, one becomes two.I am the king, as it is figuratively; you are the beggar woman, as your baseness proves.Should I command you to love me?I can.Should I force you to love me?I can.Should I beg you to love me?I do.What will your rags be traded for?Brocade.What will your dust be switching to?rich.What are you going to change yourself to?I.I have stained my lips with your feet, my eyes with your little image, and my heart with every part of you, waiting for your answer.Your most faithful Don.Adriano.De.Armado.

Hear the roar of the lion, You are already a lamb under his minions; Fall at his feet and do not resist, He will not take your life away; What if you try to struggle? Inevitably the food to fill his hunger. What feather, what half-hearted person did the princess write this letter from?Have you ever heard a better article than this? I remember seeing the style of Boyet's article. The princess will forget after reading such an article, then your memory is really bad. Boyet this Armado is a Spaniard that's kept here at court; he's a grotesque fellow, a madman, who used to make the king and his schoolmates laugh with his whims.

Hello princess, I have a question for you.Who gave you this letter? Costard I told you, a lord. Princess Who did he tell you to send the letter to? Costard is given from a lord to a lady. Which lady is the princess from which adult? Costard From Monsieur Berowne, a good lord of mine, to a lady of France, whom he says is named Rosalind. Princess, you sent his letter by mistake.Come!Gentlemen, let us go.Good man, put this letter away; some day it will be your turn. (Exit Princess and Attendants.) Who is Bao Yi chasing you?who is it? Rosalind Shall I tell you? Boyet please, my stunning beauty.

Rosalind the girl with the bow is.This will keep your mouth shut! Princess Boyi's bow is to kill deer; if you get married, you will surely make your husband wear dozens of green turbans.This will open your mind! Rosalind Well, then I'll chase with a bow. Boyet Who is your deer? Rosalind, if you want the green head, I beg you to condescend.This is really enlightening! Maria, don't bother with her, Boyet, she's always going to hit you hard. If Boyie fought back, the place where she cried pain would be lower than her head.Hit her now? Rosalind said, when King Pepin of France was a child, there was a popular saying, let me give it to you, please?

BOYET When Ginnifer, Queen of England, was a little girl, there was another saying, I'll give it back to you. Rosalind Make sure you don't hit, hit, hit, Just make sure you don't hit it, my good sir. Bao Yi Even if I can't hit, can't hit, can't hit, Even if I can't hit it, there are others. (Exit Rosalind and Catherine.) Costard, to be honest, it was interesting; there was great interest on both sides. Maria was neither biased nor leaning, and the two of them hit squarely. If Bao Yi wanted to talk about beating, he said beating. I asked the girl to have a look.If there is a red heart on the target, the radiation can have a target.

Maria was eight feet away!Your means are really poor. Costard did. He had to get closer or he wouldn't hit the target. Boyet If my means are poor, maybe your means are strong. Costard, if she gets the upper hand, they'll all have their guns. Come on Maria, come on, don't be poor.The wording is too dirty, it's outrageous. Costard you can't shoot her; roll with her, sir. Boyet, I don't even have the energy to roll.Good night, my owl. (Exit Boyet and Maria.) Costard, on my soul, he's articulate.God!I told the girls that he was a complete failure; it was funny, it was funny, it was neither indecent nor vulgar; what you said, what I said, was kind of meaty and rough.Armado, stand aside, alas, what a hero, holding the fan for the girl, and walking in the vanguard!He bent down again, kissed his hand again, and a bunch of new words came out of his mouth!Next to it is the doll, a mischievous doll!For heaven's sake, he's not that big, but he's very thoughtful. (Inner hunting shouts) Sola, Sola! (runs down.)

The second game is the same as before Enter Holofernes, the Reverend Nathaniel, and Del. Nathaniel is really a god-fearing game, and it's very humane. The deer of Holofernes, you know, bathed in blood; like an overripe apple, which just now was like a pearl hanging in the ear of the void, the firmament, the sky, suddenly fell to the flat land, the original soil, the earth face. Nathaniel Verily, Mr. Holofernes, your inflections are as artful as a scholar's.But believe me, sir, it's a new-horned stag. Reverend Holofernes Nathaniel, Believe me! Del it's not Faith; it's a two-year-old buck. Most foolish instructions of Holofernes!Yet it is also the way in which he, in his raw, unpolished, uneducated, undisciplined, or rather ignorant, or rather grotesque, reflects, or rather expresses, his An explanatory hint of a state of mind that made my Nobuya a deer. Del I said the deer wasn't Faith; it was a two-year-old buck. Holofernes stupid and stupid fool, ignorant ignorant!ah!You ignorant devil, how vulgar are your looks! Mr. Nathaniel, he has not feasted on the delicacies of books; he has not eaten the paper, nor drank the ink;Such foolishness is placed before us, and we who have a taste and a soul should thank God for giving us such wisdom and faculties that we should not be like him.As for me, if I am arrogant, presumptuous, and stupid, I will naturally lose my status, but it is useless to ask him to study and go to school to study.However, contentment is always happy; as the sage said: the weather is unpredictable, and it cannot disturb my heart. Del You two are books; can you tell me in your wits what was a month old when Cain was born and hasn't been five weeks old yet? Holofernes Dicktinna, good fellow Del; Dicktinna, good fellow Del. What is Deldicatina? Nathaniel Dickina is Phoebe, which is also Luna, which is another name for the moon. Holofernes A month after Adam was born, the moon was full for a month; but when he was a hundred years old, the moon was the same as it was a hundred years ago, and was not a week older.The name is different but the reality is the same. Del yes, that's a very interesting name. Holofernes May God heal your mind!I mean difference of difference. Del I am also surprised, because the moon is never older than a month anyway; and I will say: It was a two-year-old buck that the princess shot. Reverend Holofernes Nathaniel, would you like to hear a psalm about a dead stag that you just made up?In order to make it easier for the fool to understand, it is okay to call it a deer. Nathaniel, please begin, good Mr. Holofernes, please begin; but the words of a gentleman should be far from mean. Holofernes I'll try harmonics, for that's the best of men: The princess died with an arrow, In the past, he was healthy and now he is injured. The hounds bark and the deer flee, The hunter looked for the way to the door. A hunter has a way, but a deer has no way No way, no salary, alas, death! Nathaniel is really a genius, you can look up to, look up to! Delke probably has lice, you can see that he is scratching all over his body. Holofernes This is a small skill, what's the point?The secret of poetry is to have energy, power, emotion, rhyme, origin, inheritance, turn, and harmony, embody it in the heart, think about it thickly, and send it out at the right time.Although this is a different talent, it is not easy to get it, and it is just a matter of self-pleasure. I praise God for you, Mr. Nathaniel, and all the inhabitants of my parish will praise God for you, for their sons have been well taught by you, and their daughters have benefited from your place ; You are a hero in society. Holofernes Verily, if their sons are innocent and simple, they will not be afraid of my instruction; if their daughters are wise and teachable, I will do my best to educate them.But philosophers are silent.A negative person came to us. Enter JAQUENETTA and COSTARD. Good morning, Jacquenetta, Mr. Reverend, may you be in peace. Holofernes referred to Anwen as Anyin.Is Yu Jiang safe? Mr. Costard School, find a big barrel, and you can drink a while? Holofernes drinks in secret!A fool who thinks a lot can gain something; it can be said that beautiful jade is mixed with stubborn stones, and bright pearls come from old mussels.Small talent, deeply commendable. Reverend Mr. Jaquenetta, (with a letter to Nathaniel) Thank you for reading this letter to me; this is Don.Armado asked Costard to send it to me.Would you please read it? Holofernes flock under the tree to take advantage of the cool wind and so on.Ah, the poems that women and children know well.If a traveler praises Venice, it can be handed over to you: Venice, Venice, Have never met and don't know each other. Why is this poem different?Those who cannot understand cannot appreciate.Do, Lai, Cable, Pull, Dense, Send.Excuse me, sir, what's in it?Or just like Horace. 】Said what, a poem? Nathaniel is exactly, sir, and very elegantly written. Holofernes would like to hear one or two, sir, do you want to recite it for the rest? Nathaniel (reading) How can I show my heart to you when I betray my alliance for love? ah!At present, who doesn't want to lose integrity? Although I am ashamed of myself, I swear to you my allegiance; The old oak has turned into a willow: Please read carefully the tenderness and love of each leaf, Its happiness is written in your eyes. You are the abyss of all knowledge in the world, To praise you is the pinnacle of all learning; If it weren't for a stubborn fool as stupid as a stag, Who does not groan in wonder at thee? There is lightning in your eyes, thunder in your voice; When it is calm, it is full of joy and starry sky. You are a heavenly man, ah!Forgive the ignorance of love, Praise the peerless fairy beauty with the common tongue. Holofernes You did not read where you should have re-read, so you have lost all cadence.Let me ponder this little poem: it's not bad in terms of rhythm; but it's not so good when it comes to elegance, fluency, and poetic sonority.Ovidis.Nessus [Note: 43 BC | 17 AD, Roman poet, author of "Metamorphoses". ] is the real poet; but is it not that Nassau is Nassau because he smells the fragrant flower of the imagination, which inspires creation?What is an imitation?A hound will follow its master, a monkey will follow its breeder, and a horse will follow its jockey.But lady, is this letter addressed to you? JAQUENETT Well, sir; this letter is sent to me by a Mr. Berowne, a nobleman of the foreign queen. Holofernes I would see the inscription on it: To the white hands of fairest Miss Rosalind.I would also like to see the signature of the sender in the letter: Berowne, who is willing to be driven by you.Reverend Nathaniel, this Berowne is a man who swore with the king; and now he writes a letter to one of the foreign queen's servants, which, by accident, was delivered Wrong place.Go, my good man; show this letter to the King, it may be of interest.No need to be polite, just go; goodbye! Jaquenetta Good Costard, come with me.God bless you sir! Costard go, my girl. (Exit Costard and Jacqueneta.) Mr. Nathaniel, you have done it very solemnly and in the fear of God; as a priest said Mr. Holofernes, don't tell me about priests and priests; I dread the spectacle more than anything else.But let's talk about that poem again; Reverend Nathaniel, what do you think of it? Nathaniel wrote it very well. Holofernes To-day I will dine at the father of one of my pupils; and if you will say a prayer for all present before the meal, I will introduce you by the friendship of the pupil's father to me; You prove that this poem is very shallow, without poetic interest, without ingenuity, and without originality.Please come by all means. Thank you so much Nathaniel; for the bible says that company is the bliss of life. Holofernes Yes, this sentence in the Bible is a very correct conclusion. (To Del) My friend, please come with me, don't refuse; don't say much!go!The gentlemen are hunting, and we shall gratify our appetites. (same below.) The third game is the same as before Berowne holds a piece of paper. King Berowne is racing; I am chasing myself.They cast a net; but I am caught in the mire.Mud pit, that's a bad word.Well, rest, sad!Because they say that fool once said so, and I said so, and I am a fool: well proved, wise man!God, this love is as mad as Ajax. ] same; it will kill a sheep; it will kill me, I am a sheep: another good proof!I will not be in love; if I am in love, hang me; indeed, I will not.ah!But her eyes are shining, and I should never love her if it weren't for her eyes; yes, only for her eyes.Alas, I'm a liar, a total nonsense.My God, I am in love, it has taught me to write poetry, and it has taught me to worry; here is a part of my poetry, and here is my worry.She has got one of my sonnets; a fool sent it, a fool sent it, a beauty received it; lovely fool, lovelier fool, loveliest beauty!By the whole world, I wouldn't care if those three guys fell in love.Here comes one with a paper; God let him groan! (Climb the tree.) The king holds a piece of paper. King! Berowne (narrator) hit it, for God's sake!Go on, sweet Cupid; you've shot your arrow under his left breast.Surely he has a secret too! king (read) The rising sun has never kissed so warmly Give the roses the bright dew of dawn, As your eyes shine with their spirit The late-night rain that falls on my cheeks; Haoyue has never used such a bright light arrow Through the transparent and clear heart of the deep sea, As your beauty shines on my tears, Drop by drop rippling your spirit of ice and snow. Each teardrop is a tiny car, Carried you through my sorrows; The blossoming water that overflows under my eyelashes, Reflect your victorious glory from sorrow; Please don't use my tears as your mirror, You look at yourself and I will cry forever. Ah, fairies of all lands and cities, Your face makes me search and feel at a loss for words. How can she know my sorrow?Let me drop this paper on the ground; lovely blades of grass, cover my infatuation.Who is here? (stands aside) What, Longoville!What is he reading!listen! Lange remains on paper. Berowne Now here comes another fool like you! O Longoville!I have broken my oath! Berowne really looks like a broken oath, and he still has documents proving the crime. King I hope he is in love too, fellow sinner! Berowne One alcoholic will lead another alcoholic into a homology. Longaville Am I the first to break my oath? Berowne, I can give you comfort; as far as I know, two people have broken the oath before you, and you come just to make a three-pointed tripod, a three-cornered hat, and a triangular gallows for love, To kill fools. Longaville I am afraid that these stiff lines lack eloquence.O dear Maria, queen of my love!I'd better tear up the poem and write it in prose. Berowne's verses are lace on Cupid's trousers; don't make him shameful. Longevity forget it, let it go. (read) Your eyes are gifted with eloquence, Can make all the debaters of the world bow their heads, Didn't it coax my chilled ally to treachery? It is not to blame for breaking the oath for you. All I forsake are the daughters of the earth, You are a wonderful angel incarnate; For the love of the gods break the oath of the world, Your pity can wash away my guilt. An oath is but a mist in the mouth, Can't bear your beautiful sun to bask in; My feeble will has been aroused by you, How can I bear the fault of breaking the oath? Even if it's my fault, who would be that crazy, Not willing to sacrifice a word for heaven! Berowne, mad alone, would adore mortals of flesh and blood, and a goose for a nymph; utter, utter idolatry!God save us, God save us!We have all gone astray. Longaville Who shall I send this poem to?somebody is coming!Wait a minute. (Stands aside.) Berowne, everyone hid, everyone hid, just like children playing hide-and-seek.Here I sit high in the sky like a god, looking into the secrets of these poor fools.More!Oh my god, that's exactly what I said. Duman holds a piece of paper. Belong Duman has changed too; four woodcocks on a plate! Duman, most holy Cade [Note: Cade is Catherine's pet name. 】! Berowne, blasphemous fool! Duman swears by heaven, a miracle in the eyes of ordinary people! Berowne By the land, she's an ordinary woman; you're lying. Amber was overshadowed by Doman's amber hair. Berowne amber crows are rare. Duman stands tall and straight like a fir tree. Berowne I say she's hunched; her shoulders look pregnant. Duman is as bright as day. Bilong Well, it's like a few days of day, but it's just a day without the sun. Doman!I wish I could get my wish! Longaville I wish I could do the same! My lord, may my wish come true! Belong Amen, may my wish be granted!Is this polite enough? Doman I wish to forget her; but she burns my blood like a fever, And I shall never forget her again. Berowne Fever in your blood!Then just ask the doctor to make an operation, and then she can be released and served on a plate. Duman I'm going to read that song I wrote. Berowne Then I'll hear again how love changes a wise man. Duman (reading) One day, alas, that day! Love is always Mayday, Seeing a beautiful flower is charming, Play in front of the wind; Through the tender web of leaves, The wind comes and goes quietly. haggard lovers dying, Envious of the lightness of the sky wind; The wind can blow on your cheeks, I can only hide my tears from the flowers! I have made a vow to God, Do not break the tender petals of flowers; Who doesn't love Chunhong? This kind of oath makes no sense. Today I break my oath for you, Please don't ridicule me; You once confused Qiao Wu, made Juno black, Give up the majesty of heaven, Come to be mortals. I will send this song, and, in other clearer words, the pain of my sincere love.ah!May the King, Berowne, and Longaville be lovers too!If the evildoers have an example, I can erase my crime of treason; everyone is equally guilty, and no one can blame the other. Longevue (stepping forward) Duman, you want others to share the pain of your lovesickness, your love is too selfish.You may turn pale, but if my secret is heard like this, I know I shall turn red. KING (coming forward) Come, sir, and blush in your face.Your situation is exactly the same as his; but you are more aware of blaming others than of blaming yourself, and your sins are even worse than his.You do not love Maria, for whom Longoville never wrote a sonnet, never wrung his hands on his amorous breast, and suppressed his beating heart.Hidden behind this clump of trees, I have seen through your secrets; I am ashamed for you both!I hear your sinful verses, watch your manners, see your sighs, notice your passions: one says, alas!One said, OMG!One said her hair was like gold, and the other said her eyes were like crystal; (to Longevue) You are willing to break your promise for the happiness of heaven; (to Duman) Qiao Wu will not hesitate to break your oath for your lover.What would Berowne say, if he heard that you have thus broken an oath that was sworn with great zeal?How he will mock you!How he will fiddle with his bitter tongue!How he would jump for joy!I would rather lose all the wealth in the world than let him know that I have such ulterior motives. Berowne Now I will stand up and expose the hypocrite. (jumps from the tree) Ah!My good lord, forgive me; good man!You yourself are in love, and what right have you to blame these two wretches?Your eyes shall not be carriages; Your tears shall not reflect the smile of a princess; You shall not break oaths, that is a heinous crime; Duh!Only boring poets write those sonnets.But aren't you shy?The three of you made a fool of yourself on the spot, don't you feel shy?You have found the mote in his eye; the king has found yours; but I have found the beam in each of you.ah!What a foolish play I saw, where one man sighed and groaned, or the other beat his chest.Ouch!With difficulty I bear my heart, to see a king turned into a fly, great Hercules twirling a top, deep Solomon dancing, old Nestor. The oldest Greek general in "Germany". 】Turned into a child's playmate, world-weary Timon teases boring toys!Where is your sorrow?ah!Tell me, good Doman.Good Longaville, where is your pain?Your Majesty, where is yours?It's all in my heart.Hey, let's cook a pot of porridge!There are very sick people here. King, you are too sarcastic.So have all our secrets been discovered by you? Berowne I have been deceived by you.I am an honest man, and I think it a sin to break a vow that I swear; who should be deceived by a vain and capricious people.When will you meet me to write a line of poetry?Or moaning in pain for a woman?Or spend a minute grooming myself?When will you hear me praise a hand, a foot, a face, an eye, a gesture, a fullness, a countenance, a breast, a waist, a leg, an arm? King wait!You are not a thief who is afraid of being chased after you, so you don't need to run in such a hurry. Berowne I am in such haste to escape from love; good lover, let me go. Enter JAQUENETTA and COSTARD. Jaquenetta God bless the king! King, what have you brought? A treacherous conspiracy in Costard. Has the king accomplished rebellion? Costard did not succeed, my lord. King Then don't let it be ruined.Please exit quietly with the rebel. Your Majesty Jaquenetta, please read this letter; our clergyman finds it suspicious; he says there are treasonous plots in it. King Berowne, read it. (to Berowne by letter) Where did you get this letter? Jaquenetta Costard gave it to me. Where did you get it, king? Costard Deng.Adramadio, Deng.Adramadio gave it to me. (Beron tears the letter.) What about the king!What happened to you?Why tear it up? Berowne is nothing, sire, nothing, you needn't worry. Longevity's letter made him blush, let us hear it. Duman (picking up the paper) This is Biron's handwriting, and here is his name. Berowne (to Costard) Oh, you vile fool!You have completely disgraced me.I plead guilty, my lord, I plead guilty. king what? Berowne You three idiots add me to a table; he, he, your majesty, and I are all pickpockets in the field of love, and we are all guilty of the crime.ah!Send these two away, and I can tell you in detail. Duman is now the same for everyone. Berowne is good, good, we are four people in the same way.Call this pair of turtledoves. Kings, go! Costard the good guys are gone and the bad guys are here to stay. (Exit Costard and Jacqueneta.) Berowne Dear friends, dear lovers, ah!Let's hug.We are all mortals with flesh and blood; the tides of the sea rise and fall, and the blue sky is always new, and the old precepts cannot restrain the enthusiasm of young people.We cannot resist the will of life, we must overturn unreasonable oaths. King what!Will you also proclaim your love in these broken verses? Berowne I will too!Who, seeing Rosalind like a celestial being, would not be like a savage Indian who, as soon as the morning sun in the east begins to show its wonders, bows his head and sticks his pious chest to the earth?Which falcon-like majestic and shining eyes would not dazzle her brilliance, dare to look up to the heaven between her brows? King What feverish emotion agitates thee?My love, her mistress, is a beautiful moon, and she is but a little star twinkling beside the moon. Berowne Then my eyes are not eyes, and I am not Berowne.ah!If it were not for my love, the day would lose its light.All the outstanding beauty spots are gathered on her delicate cheeks, and there is no flaw in her luxurious body.Lend me the witty tongue of all the debaters, no!She needs no rhetoric; a commodity for sale needs admiration, and no admiration can match her own beauty.Describe a skinny one-hundred-year-old hermit, one look at her will turn him fifty; beauty is an elixir for rejuvenating the bones, it will make the aging staff rejuvenate.ah!She is the sun, and all things are illuminated by her brilliantly. By heaven, the king, your love is as black as ebony. Is beron ebony like her?O sacred tree!To marry an ebony wife is supreme happiness.ah!I would swear according to the Bible, her lacquered pupils and ink-splashed face are the pinnacle of beauty, otherwise she would not be considered a beauty. The king is talking nonsense!Black is the symbol of hell, the darkness of the prison, the gloom of the evening; beauty should be as clear as the sky. The Beron devil often disguises himself as an angel of light to seduce the world.ah!My love has two black eyebrows, because she grieves the stupidity of the world, and makes the painted wig look fake, and she wants to prove to them the magic of black.Her glamor has changed the fashion, because the color of the powder has confused the natural red and white, and all the self-loving girls know that they have washed their lead and imitated her and dyed their skin dark. Duman's chimney sweep also imitated her and covered her body with bituminous coal. Longevity From now on, the charcoal pitman will get a handsome name. King African blacks boast of their beautiful complexion. Duman darkness no longer needs candles, because darkness is light. Berowne, your lovers never dare to walk in the rain, they are afraid that the rain will wash away the makeup on their faces. King Your love deserves the rain, let the rain wash her face clean. Berowne I'll prove her beauty, and talk till the end of the world. King Then you'll know there's no devil not a little prettier than she. Duman It is rare in the world to love ugly women like you. Look, Longevue, here is thy love; (shows Biron with shoe) Take a second look at her face. Berowne!If you pave your eyes as a road, you will tarnish her slow steps too. Doman, that's nasty!If the streets were full of eyes, it would be a shame for her to take a step every time she walked. But why should the king argue like this?Aren't we all in love? Berowne is right, we've all broken oaths. King Then stop this idle talk.Good Berowne, now prove that our love is lawful; our confidence is not damaged. Duman is right, praise praise our sins. Longaville!Fortify us with some good reasons; lightly deceive the devil with some subtle cunning. Duman relieves us of the guilt of breaking our oath with some eloquent justifications. Berowne, that is unnecessary.Well, then, warriors of love, think about the oath you made at the beginning, hunger strike, reading, not being close to women, it is all a major conspiracy against the gorgeous youth!Can you go on a hunger strike?Your intestines and stomachs are too delicate, and hunger strikes will cause various diseases.你們雖然立誓發憤讀書，要是你們已經拋棄了各人的一本最寶貴的書籍，你們還能在夢寐之中不廢吟哦嗎？因為除了一張女人的美麗的容顏以外，您，我的陛下，或是你，或是你，什麼地方找得到學問的真正價值？從女人的眼睛裡我得到這一個教訓：它們是藝術的經典，知識的寶庫，是它們燃起了智慧的神火。刻苦的鑽研可以使活潑的心神變為遲鈍，正像長途的跋涉消耗旅人的精力。你們不看女人的臉，不但放棄了眼睛的天賦的功用，而且根本違背你們立誓求學的原意；因為世上哪一個著作家能夠像一個女人的眼睛一般把如許的美麗啟示讀者？學問是我們隨身的財產，我們自己在什麼地方，我們的學問也跟著我們在一起；那麼當我們在女人的眼睛裡看見我們自己的時候，我們不是也可以看到它裡邊存在著我們的學問嗎？ah!朋友們，我們發誓讀書，同時卻拋棄了我們的書本；因為在你們鈍拙的思索之中，您，我的陛下，或是你，或是你，幾曾歌詠出像美人的慧眼所激發你們的那種火一般熱烈的詩句？一切沉悶的學術都局限於腦海之中，它們因為缺少活動，費了極大的艱苦還是絕無收獲；可是從一個女人的眼睛裡學會了戀愛，卻不會禁閉在方寸的心田，它會隨著全身的血液，像思想一般迅速地通過百官四肢，使每一個器官發揮出雙倍的效能；它使眼睛增加一重明亮，戀人眼中的光芒可以使猛鷹眩目；戀人的耳朵聽得出最微細的聲音，任何鬼祟的奸謀都逃不過他的知覺；戀人的感覺比戴殼蝸牛的觸角還要微妙靈敏；戀人的舌頭使善於辨味的巴克科斯【註：希臘神話裡的酒神。 】顯得遲鈍；講到勇力，愛情不是像海克力斯一般，永遠在樂園裡爬樹想摘金蘋果嗎？像斯芬克斯【註：希臘神話中獅身女首有翼之怪物，常坐路旁以甚狡詭之謎語難人。 】一般狡獪；像那以阿波羅的金髮為弦的天琴一般和諧悅耳；當愛情發言的時候，就像諸神的合唱，使整個的天界陶醉於仙樂之中。詩人不敢提筆抒寫他的詩篇，除非他的墨水裡調和著愛情的嘆息；啊！那時候他的詩句就會感動野蠻的猛獸，激發暴君的天良。從女人的眼睛裡我得到這一個教訓：它們永遠閃耀著智慧的神火；它們是藝術的經典，是知識的寶庫，裝飾、涵容、滋養著整個世界；沒有它們，一切都會失去它們的美妙。那麼你們真是一群呆子，甘心把這些女人捨棄；你們謹守你們的誓約，就可以證明你們的痴愚。為了智慧，這一個眾人喜愛的名詞，為了愛情，這一個喜愛眾人的名詞，為了男人，一切女人的創造者，為了女人，沒有她們便沒有男人，讓我們放棄我們的誓約，找到我們自己，否則我們就要為了謹守誓約而喪失自己。這樣的毀誓是為神明所容許的；因為慈悲的本身可以代替法律，誰能把愛情和慈悲分而為二？ 國王那麼憑著聖邱比特的名字，兵士們，上陣呀！ 俾隆舉起你們的大旗，向她們努力進攻吧，朋友們！來他一陣混殺！但是先要當心，交手的時候哪個太陽是歸你的。 朗格維把這些巧妙的字句擱在一旁，老老實實談一談吧。我們要不要決定去向這些法國女郎們求愛？ 國王是的，而且我們一定要達到目的。所以讓我們商量商量用些什麼方法娛樂她們。 俾隆第一，讓我們從御苑裡護送她們到她們的帳幕之內；然後每一個人握著他的美貌的戀人的纖手回來。在下午我們要計劃一些短時間內可以籌備起來的新奇的娛樂安慰她們；因為飲酒、跳舞和狂歡是戀愛的先驅，是它們把繽紛的花朵鋪成一道康衢。 國王去，去！我們現在必須利用每一秒鐘的時間。 俾隆去，去！種下莠草哪能收起佳禾？那昭昭的天道從不會有私心：輕狂的娘兒嫁給背信的丈夫；是頑銅怎麼換得到美玉精金？ (same below.)