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The year 1596 began well，but that summer the weather was really bad．
1596年初风调雨顺，不料夏天天气很糟，
Cold．Wet．It never stopped raining，and the plague began to come back into London．
潮湿阴冷，又遇连绵大雨，伦敦的瘟疫卷土重来，
We were in Stratford for the summer,
于是我们回到斯特拉福镇过夏天。
but I went down to Hampshire for a few weeks to do some business for Will about some sheep．
于是我有几个星期去了汉普郡帮威尔料理羊毛生意。
Will didn't need me at home，because he was busy writing his new play,A Midsummer Night's Dream．
威尔家中一时用不着我帮忙，当时他正忙于编写一部新剧本—《仲夏夜之梦》，
I came back to Stratford one wet August evening．
八月的一个雨夜，我回到斯特拉福镇。
The house in Henley Street was strangely quiet，and I went round the back and up to Will's room—his writing room， we called it．
亨里街的宅邸出奇地静，我便绕到后门径直到了威尔的房间—他的写作室，我们这样称呼。
He was just sitting there not doing anything，just sitting．
他正坐在那里，一动不动地只是呆坐着。
What's the matter，Will？I said.Where is everybody？
出了什么事，威尔？我问道，其他人呢？
At church．His face was grey，and his eyes looked empty，dead．
在教堂。他脸色苍白，眼睛茫然呆滞。
