Collected Works. GEORGE BERNARD SHAW

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СКАЧАТЬ By name, Rufio. (They shout again.)

      RUFIO (kissing Caesar’s hand). Ay: I am Caesar’s shield; but of what use shall I be when I am no longer on Caesar’s arm? Well, no matter— (He becomes husky, and turns away to recover himself.)

      CAESAR. Where is that British Islander of mine?

      BRITANNUS (coming forward on Caesar’s right hand). Here, Caesar.

      CAESAR. Who bade you, pray, thrust yourself into the battle of the Delta, uttering the barbarous cries of your native land, and affirming yourself a match for any four of the Egyptians, to whom you applied unseemly epithets?

      BRITANNUS. Caesar: I ask you to excuse the language that escaped me in the heat of the moment.

      CAESAR. And how did you, who cannot swim, cross the canal with us when we stormed the camp?

      BRITANNUS. Caesar: I clung to the tail of your horse.

      CAESAR. These are not the deeds of a slave, Britannicus, but of a free man.

      BRITANNUS. Caesar: I was born free.

      CAESAR. But they call you Caesar’s slave.

      BRITANNUS. Only as Caesar’s slave have I found real freedom.

      CAESAR (moved). Well said. Ungrateful that I am, I was about to set you free; but now I will not part from you for a million talents. (He claps him friendly on the shoulder. Britannus, gratified, but a trifle shamefaced, takes his hand and kisses it sheepishly.)

      BELZANOR (to the Persian). This Roman knows how to make men serve him.

      PERSIAN. Ay: men too humble to become dangerous rivals to him.

      BELZANOR. O subtle one! O cynic!

      CAESAR (seeing Apollodorus in the Egyptian corner and calling to him). Apollodorus: I leave the art of Egypt in your charge. Remember: Rome loves art and will encourage it ungrudgingly.

      APOLLODORUS. I understand, Caesar. Rome will produce no art itself; but it will buy up and take away whatever the other nations produce.

      CAESAR. What! Rome produces no art! Is peace not an art? is war not an art? is government not an art? is civilization not an art? All these we give you in exchange for a few ornaments. You will have the best of the bargain. (Turning to Rufio) And now, what else have I to do before I embark? (Trying to recollect) There is something I cannot remember: what can it be? Well, well: it must remain undone: we must not waste this favorable wind. Farewell, Rufio.

      RUFIO. Caesar: I am loth to let you go to Rome without your shield. There are too many daggers there.

      CAESAR. It matters not: I shall finish my life’s work on my way back; and then I shall have lived long enough. Besides: I have always disliked the idea of dying: I had rather be killed. Farewell.

      RUFIO (with a sigh, raising his hands and giving Caesar up as incorrigible). Farewell. (They shake hands.)

      CAESAR (waving his hand to Apollodorus). Farewell, Apollodorus, and my friends, all of you. Aboard!

      The gangway is run out from the quay to the ship. As Caesar moves towards it, Cleopatra, cold and tragic, cunningly dressed in black, without ornaments or decoration of any kind, and thus making a striking figure among the brilliantly dressed bevy of ladies as she passes through it, comes from the palace and stands on the steps. Caesar does not see her until she speaks.

      CLEOPATRA. Has Cleopatra no part in this leave taking?

      CAESAR (enlightened). Ah, I knew there was something. (To Rufio) How could you let me forget her, Rufio? (Hastening to her) Had I gone without seeing you, I should never have forgiven myself. (He takes her hands, and brings her into the middle of the esplanade. She submits stonily.) Is this mourning for me?

      CLEOPATRA. No.

      CAESAR (remorsefully). Ah, that was thoughtless of me! It is for your brother.

      CLEOPATRA. No.

      CAESAR. For whom, then?

      CLEOPATRA. Ask the Roman governor whom you have left us.

      CAESAR. Rufio?

      CLEOPATRA. Yes: Rufio. (She points at him with deadly scorn.) He who is to rule here in Caesar’s name, in Caesar’s way, according to Caesar’s boasted laws of life.

      CAESAR (dubiously). He is to rule as he can, Cleopatra. He has taken the work upon him, and will do it in his own way.

      CLEOPATRA. Not in your way, then?

      CAESAR (puzzled). What do you mean by my way?

      CLEOPATRA. Without punishment. Without revenge. Without judgment.

      CAESAR (approvingly). Ay: that is the right way, the great way, the only possible way in the end. (To Rufio) Believe it, Rufio, if you can.

      RUFIO. Why, I believe it, Caesar. You have convinced me of it long ago. But look you. You are sailing for Numidia to-day. Now tell me: if you meet a hungry lion there, you will not punish it for wanting to eat you?

      CAESAR (wondering what he is driving at). No.

      RUFIO. Nor revenge upon it the blood of those it has already eaten.

      CAESAR. No.

      RUFIO. Nor judge it for its guiltiness.

      CAESAR. No.

      RUFIO. What, then, will you do to save your life from it?

      CAESAR (promptly). Kill it, man, without malice, just as it would kill me. What does this parable of the lion mean?

      RUFIO. Why, Cleopatra had a tigress that killed men at bidding. I thought she might bid it kill you some day. Well, had I not been Caesar’s pupil, what pious things might I not have done to that tigress? I might have punished it. I might have revenged Pothinus on it.

      CAESAR (interjects). Pothinus!

      RUFIO (continuing). I might have judged it. But I put all these follies behind me; and, without malice, only cut its throat. And that is why Cleopatra comes to you in mourning.

      CLEOPATRA (vehemently). He has shed the blood of my servant Ftatateeta. On your head be it as upon his, Caesar, if you hold him free of it.

      CAESAR (energetically). On my head be it, then; for it was well done. Rufio: had you set yourself in the seat of the judge, and with hateful ceremonies and appeals to the gods handed that woman over to some hired executioner to be slain before the people in the name of justice, never again would I have touched your hand without a shudder. But this was natural slaying: I feel no horror at it.

      Rufio, satisfied, nods at Cleopatra, mutely inviting her to mark that.

      CLEOPATRA (pettish and childish in her impotence). No: not when a Roman slays an Egyptian. All the world will now see how unjust СКАЧАТЬ