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認得豬嘴
You Surely Know the Snout
八戒低著頭,拱著嘴道:「不羞,就拿出這副嘴臉來了。我和你兄弟也做了幾年,又推認不得,說是甚麼夷人。」行者笑道:「擡起頭來我看。」那獃子把嘴往上一伸道:「你看麼,你認不得我,好道認得嘴耶。」行者忍不住笑道:「豬八戒。」他聽見一聲叫,就一轂轆跳將起來道:「正是,正是,我是豬八戒。」他又思量道:「認得就好說話了。」八戒低著头,拱著嘴道:「不羞,就拿出这副嘴脸来了。我和你兄弟也做了几年,又推认不得,说是甚么夷人。」行者笑道:「擡起头来我看。」那呆子把嘴往上一伸道:「你看么,你认不得我,好道认得嘴耶。」行者忍不住笑道:「猪八戒。」他听见一声叫,就一毂辘跳将起来道:「正是,正是,我是猪八戒。」他又思量道:「认得就好说话了。」
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八戒低著頭,拱著嘴道:「不羞,就拿出這副嘴臉來了。我和你兄弟也做了幾年,又推認不得,說是甚麼夷人。」
八戒低著头,拱著嘴道:「不羞,就拿出这副嘴脸来了。我和你兄弟也做了几年,又推认不得,说是甚么夷人。」
Bajie, head lowered and snout thrust out, said: "Shameless — putting on this face at me! You and I have been brothers these several years, and now you make out not to know me, calling me some outlander."
In 低著頭 and 拱著嘴 the durative 著 is zhe; 認不得 ("cannot recognize") takes 得 as de; 甚麼 takes 甚 as shén. 推認不得 is "to pretend not to know."
行者笑道:「擡起頭來我看。」
行者笑道:「擡起头来我看。」
The Pilgrim laughed: "Lift up your head and let me look."
Wukong, having had his sport, relents enough to look — the recognition is at hand.
那獃子把嘴往上一伸道:「你看麼,你認不得我,好道認得嘴耶。」
那呆子把嘴往上一伸道:「你看么,你认不得我,好道认得嘴耶。」
The blockhead thrust his snout upward: "There, look! If you don’t know me, surely you know the snout."
那 is deictic nà; both instances of 認得/認不得 take 得 as de. Bajie’s appeal to his own unmistakable snout is the comic hinge of the scene.
行者忍不住笑道:「豬八戒。」
行者忍不住笑道:「猪八戒。」
The Pilgrim could not help laughing: "Zhu Bajie!"
Wukong’s laugh breaks the pretense; naming Bajie ends the game.
他聽見一聲叫,就一轂轆跳將起來道:「正是,正是,我是豬八戒。」
他听见一声叫,就一毂辘跳将起来道:「正是,正是,我是猪八戒。」
Hearing his name called, he rolled straight up onto his feet: "The very one, the very one — I am Zhu Bajie!"
一轂轆 ("with a roll, tumbling over") pictures Bajie scrambling up; in 跳將起來 the directional 將 is jiāng.
他又思量道:「認得就好說話了。」
他又思量道:「认得就好说话了。」
And he thought: "Now that he knows me, it’ll be easier to talk."
認得 takes 得 as de; 思量 ("to ponder") takes 量 as liáng. Bajie’s calculation looks ahead to the persuasion he must now attempt.
總評 Commentary
The scene resolves on a purely physical joke — Bajie’s snout as an identity-card that no disguise or pretense can override. His indignant "if you don’t know me, surely you know the snout" is the perfect retort of the buffoon whose whole character is written on his face, and Wukong’s helpless laugh signals the affection beneath the teasing.
Bajie’s closing calculation — that recognition will make the talking easier — marks the turn from comedy to purpose. The reunion accomplished, the reluctant errand can begin in earnest; and the reader is reminded that Bajie carries the horse’s stratagem, and must now put it to work on a Wukong who does not yet suspect why he has come.