Hamlet. Macbeth / Гамлет. Макбет. Уильям Шекспир
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СКАЧАТЬ why such daily cast of brazen cannon

      And foreign mart for implements of war;

      Why such impress of shipwrights,

                               whose sore task

      Does not divide the Sunday from the week.

      What might be toward, that this sweaty haste

      Doth make the night joint-labourer with the day:

      Who is't that can inform me?

Horatio

      That can I;

      At least, the whisper goes so. Our last King,

      Whose image even but now appear'd to us,

      Was, as you know, by Fortinbras of Norway,

      Thereto prick'd on by a most emulate pride,

      Dar'd to the combat; in which our valiant Hamlet,

      For so this side of our known world esteem'd him,

      Did slay this Fortinbras; who by a seal'd compact,

      Well ratified by law and heraldry,

      Did forfeit, with his life, all those his lands

      Which he stood seiz'd of, to the conqueror;

      Against the which, a moiety competent

      Was gaged by our King; which had return'd

      To the inheritance of Fortinbras,

      Had he been vanquisher; as by the same cov'nant

      And carriage of the article design'd,

      His fell to Hamlet. Now, sir, young Fortinbras,

      Of unimproved mettle, hot and full,

      Hath in the skirts of Norway, here and there,

      Shark'd up a list of lawless resolutes,

      For food and diet, to some enterprise

      That hath a stomach in't; which is no other,

      As it doth well appear unto our state,

      But to recover of us by strong hand

      And terms compulsatory, those foresaid lands

      So by his father lost. And this, I take it,

      Is the main motive of our preparations,

      The source of this our watch, and the chief head

      Of this post-haste and rummage in the land.

Barnardo

      I think it be no other but e'en so:

      Well may it sort that this portentous figure

      Comes armed through our watch so like the

                               King

      That was and is the question of these wars.

Horatio

      A mote it is to trouble the mind's eye.

      In the most high and palmy state of Rome,

      A little ere the mightiest Julius fell,

      The graves stood tenantless and the sheeted dead

      Did squeak and gibber in the Roman streets;

      As stars with trains of fire and dews of blood,

      Disasters in the sun; and the moist star,

      Upon whose influence Neptune's empire stands,

      Was sick almost to doomsday with eclipse.

      And even the like precurse of fierce events,

      As harbingers preceding still the fates

      And prologue to the omen coming on,

      Have heaven and earth together demonstrated

      Unto our climatures and countrymen.

      [Re-enter Ghost]

      But, soft, behold! Lo, where it comes again!

      I'll cross it, though it blast me. Stay, illusion!

      If thou hast any sound, or use of voice,

      Speak to me.

      If there be any good thing to be done,

      That may to thee do ease, and grace to me,

      Speak to me.

      If thou art privy to thy country's fate,

      Which, happily, foreknowing may avoid,

      O speak!

      Or if thou hast uphoarded in thy life

      Extorted treasure in the womb of earth,

      For which, they say, you spirits oft walk in death,

      Speak of it. Stay, and speak!

      [The cock crows]

      Stop it, Marcellus!

Marcellus

      Shall I strike at it with my partisan?

Horatio

      Do, if it will not stand.

Barnardo

      'Tis here!

Horatio

      'Tis here!

      [Exit Ghost]

Marcellus

      'Tis gone!

      We do it wrong, being so majestical,

      To offer it the show of violence,

      For it is as the air, invulnerable,

      And our vain blows malicious mockery.

Barnardo

      It was about to speak, when the cock crew.

Horatio

      And then it started, like a guilty thing

      Upon a fearful summons. I have heard

      The cock, that is the trumpet to the morn,

      Doth with his lofty and shrill-sounding throat

      Awake the god of day; and at his warning,

      Whether in sea or fire, in earth or air,

      Th'extravagant and erring spirit hies

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