空王冠第一集 台词好棒 摘了些喜欢的

This must my comfort be, the sun that warms you here shall shine on me, and those his golden beams to you here lent shall point on me and gild my banishment.


Even through the hollow eyes of Death I spy life peering.


Comfort' sin heaven, and we are on the earth, where nothing lives but crosses, cares and grief.


This royal throne of kings, this scepter'd isle, 

This earth of majesty, this seat of Mars, 

This other Eden,demi-paradise, 

This fortress built by Nature for herself

Against infection and the hand of war, 

This happy breed of men, this little world, 

This precious stone set in the silver sea, 

Which serves it in the office of a wall, 

Or as a moat defensive to a house, 

Against the envy of less happier lands, 

This blessed plot, this earth, this realm, this England, 

This land of such dear souls, this dear dear land, 

Dear for her reputation through the world, 

Is now leased out, I die pronouncing it, 

Like to a tenement on a pelting farm: 

England, bound in with the triumphant sea

Whose rocky shore beats back the envious siege

Of watery Neptune, is now bound in with shame?


Cry woe, destruction, ruin and decay. The worst is Death, and Death will have his day. 


Let'stalk of graves, of worms, and epitaphs. Make dust our paper, and with rainy eyes, write sorrow on the bosom of the earth. Let's choose executors and talk of wills. And yet not so. For what can we bequeath, save our deposed bodies to the ground?


I live with bread, like you. Feel want. Taste grief. Need friends. Subjected thus, how can you say to me I am a King?


I wasted time and now doth time waste me.


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