世界是个舞台

世界是个舞台

All the World Is a Stage

文◎莎士比亚 译◎朱生豪 绘◎也圆

All the world's a stage,

And all the men and women merely players:

They have their exits and their entrances;

And one man in his time plays many parts,

His acts being seven ages. At fi rst, the infant,

Mewling①mewl 英 [mjuːl] 美 [mjul] vi. 低泣；咪咪叫and puking in the nurse's arms.

And then the whining②whine 英 [waɪn] 美 [waɪn] vi. 发牢骚；哭诉；嘎嘎响；发呜呜声vt. 哀诉 n. 抱怨；牢骚；哀鸣school-boy, with his satchel③satchel 英 ['sætʃ(ə)l] 美 ['sætʃəl] n. 书包；小背包,

And shining morning face, creeping like snail

Unwillingly to school. And then the lover,

Sighing like furnace④furnace 英 ['fɜːnɪs] 美 ['fɝnɪs] n. 火炉，熔炉, with a woeful⑤woeful 英 ['wəʊfʊl; -f(ə)l] 美 ['wof l ] adj. 悲哀的；悲惨的；遗憾的；不幸的ballad

Made to his mistress' eyebrow. Then a soldier,

Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard,

Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel,

Seeking the bubble reputation

Even in the cannon's⑥cannon 英 ['kænən] 美 ['kænən] n. 大炮；加农炮；榴弹炮；机关炮vi. 炮轰；开炮vt. 炮轰mouth. And then the justice,

In fair round belly with good capon lined,

With eyes severe and beard of formal cut,

Full of wise saws and modern instances;

And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts

Into the lean and slipper'd pantaloon,

With spectacles⑦spectacles 英 ['spektək(ə)lz] 美 ['spɛktəklz] n. [轻] 眼镜（spectacle的复数）；大场面on nose and pouch on side,

His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide

For his shrunk shank; and his big manly voice,

Turning again toward childish treble, pipes

And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all,

That ends this strange eventful history,

Is second childishness and mere oblivion⑧oblivion 英 [ə'blɪvɪən] n. 遗忘；湮没；赦免,

Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.

世界是一个舞台，

所有的男男女女不过是一些演员：

他们都有下场的时候，也都有上场的时候；

一个人的一生中扮演着好几个角色，

他的演出分七个阶段。起先是婴儿，

在保姆的怀里低泣着和呕吐着。

然后是发出呜呜声上学的男孩，背着他的小书包，

满脸光亮的晨光，像蜗牛一样的慢慢蠕动着，

不情愿地去上学。然后是情人，

暖炉一样叹息着，唱着悲伤的歌谣，

赞叹着他的女主人（恋人）的眉毛。然后是一个战士，

满口奇怪的誓言，蓄着豹一样的胡子，

在荣誉中嫉妒着，会突然的开始争吵，

在炮口上追逐泡沫般的名声。然后是审判者，

肚子圆圆塞满了阉鸡，

眼神凌厉，胡须修剪地精细，

满嘴的明言和老生常谈；

他这样扮演了他的角色。

第六个时期变成了精瘦的趿着拖鞋的老头，

鼻子上架着眼镜，腰边悬着钱袋，

他那年轻时候节省下来的长袜子，

套在他皱瘪的小腿上显得宽大异常；

他那朗朗的男子的口音又变成了孩子似的尖声，

象是吹着风笛和哨子。

终结着这段古怪的多事的历史的最后一场，

是孩提时代的再现，全然的遗忘，

没有牙齿，没有眼睛，没有口味，没有一切。