Hamlet. Macbeth / Гамлет. Макбет. Уильям Шекспир

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      Marry, I'll teach you; think yourself a baby;

      That you have ta'en these tenders for true pay,

      Which are not sterling. Tender yourself more

                               dearly;

      Or, – not to crack the wind of the poor phrase,

      Running it thus, – you'll tender me a fool.

      My lord, he hath importun'd me with love

      In honourable fashion.

      Ay, fashion you may call it; go to, go to.

      And hath given countenance to his speech, my lord,

      With almost all the holy vows of heaven.

      Ay, springes to catch woodcocks. I do know,

      When the blood burns, how prodigal the soul

      Lends the tongue vows: these blazes, daughter,

      Giving more light than heat, extinct in both,

      Even in their promise, as it is a-making,

      You must not take for fire. From this time

      Be something scanter of your maiden presence;

      Set your entreatments at a higher rate

      Than a command to parley. For Lord Hamlet,

      Believe so much in him that he is young;

      And with a larger tether may he walk

      Than may be given you. In few, Ophelia,

      Do not believe his vows; for they are brokers,

      Not of that dye which their investments show,

      But mere implorators of unholy suits,

      Breathing like sanctified and pious bawds,

      The better to beguile. This is for all:

      I would not, in plain terms, from this time forth

      Have you so slander any moment leisure

      As to give words or talk with the Lord Hamlet.

      Look to't, I charge you; come your ways.

      I shall obey, my lord.

      [Exeunt]

      Scene IV

      The air bites shrewdly; it is very cold.

      It is a nipping and an eager air.

      What hour now?

      I think it lacks of twelve.

      No, it is struck.

      Indeed? I heard it not. It then draws near

                               the season

      Wherein the spirit held his wont to walk.

      [A flourish of trumpets, and ordnance shot off within]

      What does this mean, my lord?

      The King doth wake tonight and takes his rouse,

      Keeps wassail, and the swaggering upspring reels;

      And as he drains his draughts of Rhenish down,

      The kettle-drum and trumpet thus bray out

      The triumph of his pledge.

Horatio

      Is it a custom?

Hamlet

      Ay marry is't;

      And to my mind, though I am native here,

      And to the manner born, it is a custom

      More honour'd in the breach than the observance.

      This heavy-headed revel east and west

      Makes us traduc'd and tax'd of other nations:

      They clepe us drunkards, and with swinish phrase

      Soil our addition; and indeed it takes

      From our achievements, though perform'd at height,

      The pith and marrow of our attribute.

      So oft it chances in particular men

      That for some vicious mole of nature in them,

      As in their birth, wherein they are not guilty,

      Since nature cannot choose his origin,

      By their o'ergrowth of some complexion,

      Oft breaking down the pales and forts of reason;

      Or by some habit, that too much o'erleavens

      The form of plausive manners;-that these men,

      Carrying, I say, the stamp of one defect,

      Being Nature's livery or Fortune's star, —

      His virtues else, – be they as pure as grace,

      As infinite as man may undergo,

      Shall in the general censure take corruption

      From that particular fault. The dram of evil

      Doth all the noble substance of a doubt

      To his own scandal.

Horatio

      Look, my lord, it comes!

      [Enter Ghost]

Hamlet

      Angels and ministers of grace defend us!

      Be thou a spirit of health or goblin damn'd,

      Bring with thee airs from heaven or blasts from hell,

      Be thy intents wicked or charitable,

      Thou com'st in such a questionable shape

      That I will speak to thee. I'll call thee СКАЧАТЬ