适合哈姆雷特独白的背景音乐

father mother i warrant you fear me not with draw i hear him coming now mother what's the matter hamlet thou hast thy father much offended mother you have my father much offended come can you answer with an idle time go go you question with a wicked tongue how now henry what's the matter now have you forgot me no by the rude not so you are the queen your husband's brother's wife and wood it were not so you are my mother never said those to you that don't come and sit you down you shall not bads you go not till i set you up a glass where you may see the inmost part of you what would that do and that would not matter to me dagg for a jacket call me what is that nay i know not is it the king oh what a ration bloody deed is this a bloody deed almost as bad good mother is killer king and marry with his brother king i lady it was my word thou wretched rash intruding fool farewell i took thee for that better take thy fortune that finds to be too busy is some danger leave ringing other hands he sits you down there and ring your heart for so i shall if he'd be made of penishable stuff what have i done without dare swag thy tongue a noise rude again such an act that blurs the grace and blush of modesty calls virtue hypocrite takes off the roads from the fair forehead of an innocent love and such a bisteth air makes marriage valves as false as dice as old me water look here upon this picture and on this the counterfeit presentment of two brothers see what a grace was seated on this brow and i like mars to threaten and command a statue like the herald mercury a new lighted on a heaven kissing hill， a combination and a form indeed， but every god did seem to set his seal to get the world assurance of a man this was your husband looked you now what follows here is your husband like a mildew deer blasting his wholesome brother have you eyes you cannot call it love for at your age the hayden of that is tame it's humble and breaks upon the judgment and what judgment would step from this to this what devil was the vessels wouldn't you oh shame or is thy blush if hell can rise up an bones to flaming youth reck let you be as well a hamlet speed no more now turns mine eyes into my very soul in there， i see such black and grain its spots as will not lose their stain， but to live in the rank sweat of a lascivious bed stewed in corruption， honeying and making love over the nasty spy to me no more these words like daggers entering my nearest no more sweet hand， a murderer and a villain a slave that is not what this part worth of your true lord， a toppers of the empire and the throne the former shelf the precious dire in stolen， the king of shreds and passage save me and offer over me with your wings for heavenly gods what would your gracious figure alas， he's mad do you not come your tarry son to child that lapsed in time and passion let's go by the important acting of your dread command 哦噻， do not forget this visitation is， but to quench by your most blunted purpose but look her amazement on thy mother sits or step between her and her fighting soul speak to her hamlet how is it with you lady unless？ how is it with you that you do bend your eye on bacon scene with the incorporately i do hold discourse or gentle son upon the heat and flame of thy distemper sprinkle cool patients whereon do you look on him on him look you happy still he glares his form and cause conjoined preaching to stones would make them sensitive do not look upon me lest with this piteous action you convert my stern intense so i shed tears not blurred to whom do you speak this do you see nothing there no nothing at all yet all there is i see no do you nothing here no nothing but ourselves why look you there look where it steals away my father in this hedridge is he lived look where he goes even now out to the portal this is the very coinage of your brain this bodiless creation madness is very cunning in madness my pulse is yours to have temperately keep time and makes us healthful music mother for love of grace lay not that flattering action to your soul that not your trespas but my badness speaks confess yourself to heaven repent what's past avoid what is to come and do not spread the compost on the weeds to make them ranker forgive me this my virtue oh hamlet now has cliffed my heart in twin throw away the worse a part of it and live the purer with the other half good night， but go not to my uncle's bed assume a virtue if you have it not refrain to night and that shall lend a kaism of reasons to the next abstinence the next more easy for use can almost change the stamp of nature once more good night and when you are desirous to be blessed i'll blessing beg of you i must be cruel only to be kind i must to england you know that like i had forgot just so concluded on there's letters seal this man shall send me packing i lug the guts into the neighbor room indeed this counselor is now most still most secrets and most grave that was in life of foolish prating nave come sir to draw toward an end with you good night mother。

tobont 这是一个问题。究竟我家不高危，是忍受那狂暴的命运无情的摧残，还是请先去反抗那个无边的烦恼，把它扫干净去死去睡 就结束了。如果睡眠能接受我心灵的创伤和肉体所承受的千百种痛苦，那真是求之不得的天大的好事啊。

oh what a rogue and present slave am i is it not monstrous that this player here， but in a fiction in a dream of passion could force his soul so to his whole conceit that from our working all his visits one tears in his eyes distraction in his aspect of broken voice indeed his whole form suiting with actions to his conceit and all for nothing for hack you 我在 he to her that he should weep for her what would he do and either motive and cue for passion that i have then he would drown the stage with tears leave the general ear with horrid speech make mad the guilty appall free confound the ignorant and these dedivative faculties of eyes and ears yet i a dull and muddy metal grascal peeped like johna dreams unpregnant on my cause and can't say nothing no not for a king upon whose property at most dear life a damned defeat was made i i cowards what caused me villain， i don't be， but i am kitchen livid and black goal to make a pressure bitter or air this i would have fatted all the region kites with this slaves awful bloody bloody fellow remorseless naturous treacherous kindless villain， oh vengeance。

生存还是毁灭，这的确是个问题。 究竟那样更崇高，是人生的狂暴命运无情的摧残， 还是挺身反抗那无边的苦难，把它扫个干净？死亡沉睡，结束一切。如果沉睡能了解心灵之痛 和肉体无法承受的千百种痛处，那正是我求之不得的天大的好事。

to be or not to be that is the question rather it is nobly in the mind to suffer the slangs and arrows of our wages fortune or to take arms against a sea of troubles in by opposing and them to die to sleep no more and by sleep to say we end the heartache and a thousand natural shorts that flashes there to desert confirmation devaluing to be wished to die to sleep to sleep a chance to dream i there's the rub for in death leave of death what dreams may come when we have shuffled of this mortal coy must give us pores that's the respect that makes calamity of so long life for who would pair the whips and scones of time the oppressors wrong the proud men's consummately the pains of desprised love the loss delayed the indolence of office and the sperns that patient married obvien unworthy attacks when he himself by his quiet a smack with a bad ball king who this father spared to ground on sweat underweary life but they're the trap to something of to death the undiscovered country from whose war no trebla returns as those the world and mix us what bear those zoos will have they fly to others that we know not of thus conscient does make hours of us all and thus the native hero will shall lose any sickly over with a pale cast of thought an enterprise is of great piss than moments with this regard their currents turn alive and lose the name of action，