“O, here Will I set up my everlasting rest; And shake the yoke of inauspicious stars From this world-wearied flesh.”
他微垂着双眼念着台词,整个人弥漫着一股颓废的抑郁,但不曾低下的头颅却仍带着他的高傲。
“--Eyes, look your last! Arms, take your last embrace! and, lips, O you The doors of breath, seal with a righteous kiss A dateless bargain to engrossing death!”