你是我们莎士比亚的朋友，我看，我们之中只有谁会放驴子?他的头在仙境里，他会加一个先令给更多的先令，一切都很和谐，?从他那不可思议的不可侵犯的增长中，伊利昂、罗马或任何你喜欢的城镇都充满了永恒的英国人;我想知道你是怎么看他的?你们所有人都在斯特拉特福德河畔的小雅芳河畔，你们在哪里?我是市议员。有些人猜测，他会骑马回去当蹄铁匠，或者说是做染匠;或者找个熟练的测量员;或者像所有制革师中的巫师。不是你?不用担心;因为我看出你身上有点火的，可以救人。 The nimble element, the true caloric; I see it, and was told of it, moreover, By our discriminate friend himself, no other. Had you been one of the sad average, As he would have it,?meaning, as I take it, The sinew and the solvent of our Island, You?d not be buying beer for this Terpander?s Approved and estimated friend Ben Jonson; He?d never foist it as a part of his Contingent entertainment of a townsman While he goes off rehearsing, as he must, If he shall ever be the Duke of Stratford. And my words are no shadow on your town? Far from it; for one town?s as like another As all are unlike London. Oh, he knows it,? And there?s the Stratford in him; he denies it, And there?s the Shakespeare in him. So, God help him! I tell him he needs Greek; but neither God Nor Greek will help him. Nothing will help that man. You see the fates have given him so much, He must have all or perish,?or look out Of London, where he sees too many lords. They?re part of half what ails him: I suppose There?s nothing fouler down among the demons Than what it is he feels when he remembers The dust and sweat and ointment of his calling With his lords looking on and laughing at him. King as he is, he can?t be king de facto, And that?s as well, because he wouldn?t like it; He?d frame a lower rating of men then Than he has now; and after that would come An abdication or an apoplexy. He can?t be king, not even king of Stratford,? Though half the world, if not the whole of it, May crown him with a crown that fits no king Save Lord Apollo?s homesick emissary: Not there on Avon, or on any stream Where Naiads and their white arms are no more, Shall he find home again. It?s all too bad. But there?s a comfort, for he?ll have that House? The best you ever saw; and he?ll be there Anon, as you?re an Alderman. Good God! He makes me lie awake o?nights and laugh. And you have known him from his origin, You tell me; and a most uncommon urchin He must have been to the few seeing ones? A trifle terrifying, I dare say, Discovering a world with his man?s eyes, Quite as another lad might see some finches, If he looked hard and had an eye for nature. But this one had his eyes and their foretelling, And he had you to fare with, and what else? He must have had a father and a mother? In fact I?ve heard him say so?and a dog, As a boy should, I venture; and the dog, Most likely, was the only man who knew him. A dog, for all I know, is what he needs As much as anything right here to-day, To counsel him about his disillusions, Old aches, and parturitions of what?s coming,? A dog of orders, an emeritus, To wag his tail at him when he comes home, And then to put his paws up on his knees And say, ?For God?s sake, what?s it all about?? I don?t know whether he needs a dog or not? Or what he needs. I tell him he needs Greek; I?ll talk of rules and Aristotle with him, And if his tongue?s at home he?ll say to that, ?I have your word that Aristotle knows, And you mine that I don?t know Aristotle.? He?s all at odds with all the unities, And what?s yet worse, it doesn?t seem to matter; He treads along through Time?s old wilderness As if the tramp of all the centuries Had left no roads?and there are none, for him; He doesn?t see them, even with those eyes,? And that?s a pity, or I say it is. Accordingly we have him as we have him? Going his way, the way that he goes best, A pleasant animal with no great noise Or nonsense anywhere to set him off? Save only divers and inclement devils Have made of late his heart their dwelling place. A flame half ready to fly out sometimes At some annoyance may be fanned up in him, But soon it falls, and when it falls goes out; He knows how little room there is in there For crude and futile animosities, And how much for the joy of being whole, And how much for long sorrow and old pain. On our side there are some who may be given To grow old wondering what he