Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage
And then is heard no more: it is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.
人生不过是一个行走的影子,一个在舞台上指手划脚的拙劣的伶人,登场片刻,就在无声无息中悄然退下;它是一个愚人所讲的故事,充满着喧哗和骚动,却找不到一点意义。

The night is long that never finds the day.
黑夜无论怎样悠长,白昼总会到来的。

It will have blood; they say, blood will have
blood:
Stones have been known to move and trees to
speak;
Augurs and understood relations have
By magot-pies and choughs and rooks brought
forth
The secret'st man of blood.
流血是免不了的;他们说,流血必须引起流血。据说石块曾经自己转动,树木曾经开口说话;鸦鹊的鸣声里曾经泄露过阴谋作乱的人。