تک گویی

?Is this a dagger which I see before me

! The handdle toward my hand? come! let me clutch thee

I have thee not, and yet I see thee still

?Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible

,To feeling as to sight, or art thou but

A dagger of the mind, a false creation

.Proceeding from the heat oppressed brain

I see thee yet, in form as palpable

At this which now I draw

Thou marshall'st me in the way that I was going

And such an instrument I was to use

Mine eyes are made fool o' the other senses

Or else worth all the rest: I see thee still

And on thy blade and dudegon gouts of blood

Which was not so before, there's no such thing

It is the bloody bussiness which informs

Thus to mine eyes

مکبث - پرده ی دوم - سکانس ۳

 ویلیام شکسپیر

  پ.ن: این صحنه رو که تک گویی مکبث با خودش هست امروز باید اجرا کنم. پس حفظش کردم و گفتم برای تمرین یک دور هم این جا تایپش کنم. زیاد تلاش برای درکش نکنید - انگلیسی کهن هستش! همون فارسی کهن خودتون رو بچسبید فعلا یاد بگیرید تا بعد!