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Be not afeard, the isle is full of noises (The Tempest, Act III, Scene II)
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Joesph Fiennes
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00:47 |
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Live with me and be my love (from Sonnets to Sundry Notes of Music)
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Annie Lennox
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02:18 |
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As an unperfect actor on the stage
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Sir John Gielgud
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00:54 |
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My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun (口白)
臻品全景声
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Alan Rickman
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01:26 |
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Why is my verse so barren of new pride
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Diana Rigg
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00:55 |
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Who will believe my verse in time to come
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Richard Attenborough
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01:04 |
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That you were once unkind befriends me now
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Paul Rhys
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01:03 |
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How oft, when thou, my music
SQ
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Juliet Stevenson
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00:57 |
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When, in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes
SQ
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Aotearoa Maori Entertainers
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03:00 |
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Being your slave, what should I do but tend
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Janet McTeer
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00:47 |
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Tired with all these, for restful death I cry
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Alan Bates
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01:09 |
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When I consider everything that grows
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Marianne Jean Baptiste
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00:51 |
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Let those who are in favour with their stars
SQ
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David Warner
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00:52 |
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They that have power to hurt and will do none
SQ
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Stu Phillips
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00:53 |
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Those lips that Love's own hand did make
SQ
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John Hurt
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00:46 |
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Come again, sweet love doth now invite (再来,甜蜜的爱伴随现在请)
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John Potter Clay
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04:42 |
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Th' expense of spirit in a waste of shame
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Ralph Fiennes
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00:57 |
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Thine eyes I love, and they, as pitying me
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Matthew Rhys
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00:52 |
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I never saw that you did painting need
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Imelda Staunton
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00:58 |
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When to the sessions of sweet silent thought
SQ
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Kenneth Branagh
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01:05 |
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Is it thy will thy image should keep open
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Fiona Shaw
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01:17 |
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Mine eye and heart are at a mortal war
SQ
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Henry Goodman
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00:54 |
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No more be grieved at that which thou hast done
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Keb' Mo'
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03:25 |
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O never say that I was false of heart
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Susannah York
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00:57 |
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Look in thy glass and tell the face thou viewest
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Timothy Spall
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00:57 |
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Some glory in their birth, some in their skill
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Peter Barkworth
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01:08 |
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How heavy do I journey on the way
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Gemma Jones
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00:56 |
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Since brass, nor stone, nor earth, nor boundless sea
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Andrew Pryce
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01:06 |
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Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore
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Richard Wilson
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00:53 |
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The quality of mercy is not strained (Portia - The Merchant of Venice)
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Des'ree
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03:20 |