There's fennel for you, and columbines: there's rue
for you; and here's some for me: we may call it
herb-grace o' Sundays: O you must wear your rue with
a difference. There's a daisy: I would give you
some violets, but they withered all when my father
died: they say he made a good end,--
Hamlet (4.5)


ハムレットの母　王妃ガートルードの言葉です。全文と翻訳はこちら。
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There is a willow grows aslant a brook,
That shows his hoar leaves in the glassy stream;
There with fantastic garlands did she come
Of crow-flowers, nettles, daisies, and long purples
That liberal shepherds give a grosser name,
But our cold maids do dead men's fingers call them:
There, on the pendent boughs her coronet weeds
Clambering to hang, an envious sliver broke;
When down her weedy trophies and herself
Fell in the weeping brook.
Hamlet (4.7)

レアティーズ
墓に埋めよ。その美しき汚れなきからだより、菫の花よ咲きいでよ。いいか！慈愛の天使となるとき、おまえは地獄に堕ちて喚くがいい！

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記事　シェイクスピアの言葉遊び　オフィーリアのヘンルーダー

Lay her i' the earth:
And from her fair and unpolluted flesh
May violets spring! I tell thee, churlish priest,
A ministering angel shall my sister be,
When thou liest howling.
HAMLET:
What, the fair Ophelia!
QUEEN GERTRUDE.
Sweets to the sweet. Farewell! (scatters flowers)
I hoped thou shouldst have been my Hamlet’s wife.
I thought thy bride-bed to have decked, sweet maid,
And not have strewed thy grave.
Hamlet (5.1)

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