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Oh, I could weep My spirit from mine eyes!
啊！我可以從我的眼睛里哭出我的靈魂來。
There is my dagger, And here my naked breast; within, a heart Dearer than Plutus' mine, richer than gold:
這是我的刀子，這是我裸露的胸膛，里面跳動的是一顆比財神普路托斯的寶礦更珍貴，比黃金更寶貴的心臟；
If that thou be'st a Roman, take it forth: I, that denied thee gold, will give my heart:
要是你是一個羅馬人，就它挖出來吧，拒絕給你金錢的我，心甘情愿把心兒交給你。
Strike, as thou didst at Caesar; for, I know, When thou didst hate him worst, thou lovedst him better Than ever thou lovedst Cassius.
就像你刺死愷撒那樣，也把我刺死吧，因為我知道，即使在你最恨他的時候，你愛他也遠勝于愛凱西尤。
Sheathe your dagger: Be angry when you will, it shall have scope; Do what you will, dishonor shall be humor.
將你的刀子插入鞘吧。你高興發怒就發怒吧，想怎么就怎么，丟臉就當是詼諧。
O Cassius, you are yoked with a lamb That carries anger as the flint bears fire; Who, much enforced, shows a hasty spark, And straight is cold again.
啊，凱西尤！你的伙伴就是一頭羔羊，憤怒在他的身上，就像燧石里的火花一樣，雖承受最多，但會發出倉促的光芒，可是一轉瞬間就已經冷下去了。
Hath Cassius lived To be but mirth and laughter to his Brutus, When grief, and blood ill-tempered, vexeth him?
凱西尤活得真無趣，難道他的憂煩和暴跳如雷，只會給他的布魯圖帶來開心笑料嗎？
When I spoke that, I was ill-tempered, too.
我說那句話的時候，我也是脾氣太壞。
Do you confess so much? Give me your hand. And my heart, too. O Brutus! What's the matter?
你也承認啊？把你的手給我。連我的心也一起給你。啊，布魯圖！什么事？
Have you not love enough to bear with me, When that rash humor which my mother gave me Makes me forgetful?
我的母親給了我這副暴躁的脾氣，我常會忘記我自己，我們的友誼難道不足以讓你原諒我嗎？
Yes, Cassius; and, from henceforth, When you are over earnest with your Brutus, He'll think your mother chides, and leave you so.
當然，凱西尤；從此以后，要是你有時候跟你的布魯圖過分認真，他會當作是你母親在那兒責備發脾氣，任你怎地都不介意。
