I have made a serious blunder for i have fallen in love with youEnen though i won't quit, for you will be my whole life in my lifetime
JANE:Not the voyage,but the distance,and then the sea is such a barrier
Edword:from what,Jane
J:from england,sirand from Thornfieldand
E:sometimes i have the stangest feeling about youespecially when you're near me as you are nowit feels as though i had a string,tied here under my left rib where my heart istightly knotted to you in a similar fashionand when you go to Ireland,with all that distance between us,i'm afraid this cord will be snappedand i shall bleed inwardly,but you're sensible,you'll forget
J:never!I'll never forgeti wish i'd never been bornIwish I'd never come to Thornfield
E:There are other houses just as fine
J:How can you be so stupidHow can you be so cruelI may be poor and plain, but I'm not without feelings!It's not the house but the life I lived hereI was not trampled on,I was not excludedI was treated as an equal
E:And so you are,JaneAnd soAnd so
J:Yes so, sirAnd yet not so, for you're a married manor as good as marriedLed me go!
E:please, stilDon't struggle soYou're like a wild bird clawing at its cage
J:I'm not caged bird,I'm a free human beingIndependent with a will of my own
E:Then stayStay and marry me
J:How dare you make fun of me
E:I mean what I sayStay at ThornfieldBe my wife!
J:And what of Miss Ingram
E:Miss Ingram,I don't love MissIngram,nor does she love meJane, you strange,almost unearthly thingI love you as my own fleshI beg of you to marry meSay,"Edward,give me my name"Say Edward,I'll marry you"
J:YesYesYes
英国最经典的爱情诗
How do I love thee by Elizabeth Barrett Browning (1806-1861)
How do I love thee Let me count the ways
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of Being and ideal Grace
I love thee to the level of everyday's
Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light
I love thee freely, as men strive for Right;
I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise
I love thee with a passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints, --- I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life! --- and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death
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