中学生天地2016:武林外传中一段英语台词

20集
　　I am wrong , I am really wrong from the beginning, I should not be married, If i am not married, my husband will never die, if my husband haven't died.

　　^……
　　do it yourself.

　　23集
　　to be or not to be that is the question,

　　第9集
　　that is impossible

　　第31集
　　that is impossible cause it is not moral , we should have a talk

　　第33集
　　To be, or not to be- that is the question:
　　Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
　　The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune
　　Or to take arms against a sea of troubles,
　　And by opposing end them. To die- to sleep-
　　No more; and by a sleep to say we end
　　The heartache, and the thousand natural shocks
　　That flesh is heir to. 'Tis a consummation
　　Devoutly to be wish'd. To die- to sleep.
　　To sleep- perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub!
　　For in that sleep of death what dreams may come

　　第33集

　　you misunderstand me , what I mean is to put your cloth in the water and make it wet, and put the wet cloth around the role bar ,

　　盗圣,you shit shit , son of bitch, 你这个大傻蛋,用伦语说脏话,很搞笑

　　第48集

　　TRUST ME , YOU CAN MAKE IT . THE MUSCLE, THE FIGURE , THE BEAR BELLY.

　　第52集

　　GOOD DOG , SIT SIT , WELL DONE, HI SWEETY

经典莎士比亚对白：
To be, or not to be, that is the Question:
Whether 'tis Nobler in the minde to suffer
The Slings and Arrowes of outragious Fortune;
Or to take Armes against a Sea of troubles,
And by opposing end them: to dye, to sleepe
No more; and by a sleepe, to say we end
The Heart-ake, and the thousand Naturall shockes
That Flesh is heyre too? 'Tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wish'd. To dye to sleepe,
To sleepe, perchance to Dreame; I, there's the rub,
For in that sleepe of death, what dreames may come,
When we have shuffel'd off this mortall coile,
Must give us pawse. There's the respect
That makes Calamity of so long life:
For who would beare the Whips and Scornes of time,
The Oppressors wrong, the poore mans Contumely,
The pangs of dispriz'd Love, the Lawes delay,
The insolence of Office, and the Spurnes
That patient merit of the unworthy takes,
When he himselfe might his Quietus make
With a bare Bodkin? Who would these fardles beare
To grunt and sweat under a weary life,
But that the dread of something after death,
The undiscovered Countrey, from whose Borne
No Traveller returnes, Puzels the will,
And makes us rather beare those illes we have,
Then flye to others that we know not of.
Thus Conscience does make Cowards of us all,
And thus the Native hew of resolution
Is sicklied o're, with the pale cast of Thought,
And enterprizes of great pith and moment,
With this regard their Currants turne away,
And loose the name of Action.

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