改编自尤利乌斯•凯撒威廉·莎士比亚(William Shakespeare)82 - 117 (1599)

[这是马克·安东尼的演讲]

朋友们，罗马人，同胞们，听我说!

我是来埋葬凯撒的，不是来赞美他的。

人们做的坏事死后还会继续，

好人往往与他们的尸骨一同埋葬;

凯撒也是如此。高贵的布鲁特斯

告诉过你们凯撒野心勃勃;

如果是这样，那就是一个严重的错误，

恺撒悲伤地回答了。

在布鲁图和其他人的允许下

因为布鲁图是可敬的人;

他们也是，所有可敬的人

我是来参加凯撒的葬礼的。

他是我的朋友，对我忠诚而公正;

但布鲁图说他很有野心，

布鲁图是一个可敬的人。

他把许多俘虏带回了罗马，

谁的赎金填满了金库。

这在凯撒身上显得雄心勃勃吗?

当穷人哭泣时，凯撒也在哭泣;

野心应该由更严厉的东西构成:

但布鲁图说他很有野心，

布鲁图是一个可敬的人。

你们都在《Lupercal》上看到过[一个公共的节日］

我三次送给他一顶王冠，

他拒绝了三次。这是野心吗?

但布鲁图说他很有野心，

当然，他是个可敬的人。

我这么说并不是要反驳布鲁图的话，

但我现在要说的是我知道的。

你们都曾经爱过他，不是没有理由的;

那你为什么不哀悼他呢?

审判啊，你逃到野兽那里，

男人已经失去了理性。忍受我;

我的心和凯撒一起躺在棺材里，

我必须停下来，直到它回到我的脑海。

当他(多里安·格雷)想到海蒂·默顿时，他开始怀疑锁着的房间里的画像是不是变了。现在肯定不像以前那么可怕了吧?也许如果他的生活变得纯洁，他就能从脸上驱除一切邪恶的激情。也许邪恶的迹象已经消失了。他会去看看。

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他悄悄地走了进去，像往常一样，随手把门锁上，然后拖着挂在画像上的紫色画像。他发出一声痛苦和愤慨的喊叫。他看不出有什么变化，只看到他的眼睛里露出狡黠的神色，嘴角露出虚伪的弯曲的皱纹。那东西仍然令人作呕——如果可能的话，比以前更令人作呕——沾在手上的猩红露珠似乎更亮，更像新流出的血。然后他颤抖。难道仅仅是虚荣心使他做了一件好事吗?还是像亨利勋爵用嘲讽的笑声暗示的那样，渴望一种新的感觉?还是那种扮演角色的热情，有时会让我们做得比自己更好?或者，也许，所有这些?为什么红色的污渍比以前大了? It seemed to have crept like a horrible disease over the wrinkled fingers. There was blood on the painted feet, as though the thing had dripped—blood even on the hand that had not held the knife. Confess? Did it mean that he was to confess? To give himself up and be put to death? He laughed. He felt that the idea was monstrous. Besides, even if he did confess, who would believe him? There was no trace of the murdered man anywhere. Everything belonging to him had been destroyed. He himself had burned what had been below-stairs. The world would simply say that he was mad. They would shut him up if he persisted in his story.... Yet it was his duty to confess, to suffer public shame, and to make public atonement. There was a God who called upon men to tell their sins to earth as well as to heaven. Nothing that he could do would cleanse him till he had told his own sin. His sin? He shrugged his shoulders. The death of Basil Hallward seemed very little to him. He was thinking of Hetty Merton. For it was an unjust mirror, this mirror of his soul that he was looking at. Vanity? Curiosity? Hypocrisy? Had there been nothing more in his renunciation than that? There had been something more. At least he thought so. But who could tell? ... No. There had been nothing more. Through vanity he had spared her. In hypocrisy he had worn the mask of goodness. For curiosity's sake he had tried the denial of self. He recognized that now.

改编自奥斯卡·王尔德的一段话多里安·格雷的画像(1891)