Tragedies. King Lear. Othello. Julius Ceasar / Трагедии. Король Лир. Отелло. Юлий Цезарь. Уильям Шекспир

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СКАЧАТЬ purchase us a good opinion

      And buy men’s voices to commend our deeds:

      It shall be said, his judgment ruled our hands;

      Our youths and wildness shall no whit appear,

      But all be buried in his gravity.

      BRUTUS

      O, name him not: let us not break with him;

      For he will never follow any thing

      That other men begin.

      CASSIUS

      Then leave him out.

      CASCA

      Indeed he is not fit.

      DECIUS BRUTUS

      Shall no man else be touch’d but only Caesar?

      CASSIUS

      Decius, well urged: I think it is not meet,

      Mark Antony, so well beloved of Caesar,

      Should outlive Caesar: we shall find of him

      A shrewd contriver; and, you know, his means,

      If he improve them, may well stretch so far

      As to annoy us all: which to prevent,

      Let Antony and Caesar fall together.

      BRUTUS

      Our course will seem too bloody, Caius Cassius,

      To cut the head off and then hack the limbs,

      Like wrath in death and envy afterwards;

      For Antony is but a limb of Caesar:

      Let us be sacrificers, but not butchers, Caius.

      We all stand up against the spirit of Caesar;

      And in the spirit of men there is no blood:

      O, that we then could come by Caesar’s spirit,

      And not dismember Caesar! But, alas,

      Caesar must bleed for it! And, gentle friends,

      Let’s kill him boldly, but not wrathfully;

      Let’s carve him as a dish fit for the gods,

      Not hew him as a carcass fit for hounds:

      And let our hearts, as subtle masters do,

      Stir up their servants to an act of rage,

      And after seem to chide ’em. This shall make

      Our purpose necessary and not envious:

      Which so appearing to the common eyes,

      We shall be call’d purgers, not murderers.

      And for Mark Antony, think not of him;

      For he can do no more than Caesar’s arm

      When Caesar’s head is off.

      CASSIUS

      Yet I fear him;

      For in the ingrafted love he bears to Caesar-

      BRUTUS

      Alas, good Cassius, do not think of him:

      If he love Caesar, all that he can do

      Is to himself, take thought and die for Caesar:

      And that were much he should; for he is given

      To sports, to wildness and much company.

      TREBONIUS

      There is no fear in him; let him not die;

      For he will live, and laugh at this hereafter.

      Clock strikes

      Exeunt all but BRUTUS

      BRUTUS

      Boy! Lucius! Fast asleep? It is no matter;

      Enjoy the honey-heavy dew of slumber:

      Thou hast no figures nor no fantasies,

      Which busy care draws in the brains of men;

      Therefore thou sleep’st so sound.

      Enter PORTIA

      PORTIA

      Brutus, my lord!

      BRUTUS

      Portia, what mean you? wherefore rise you now?

      It is not for your health thus to commit

      Your weak condition to the raw cold morning.

      PORTIA

      Nor for yours neither. You’ve ungently, Brutus,

      Stole from my bed: and yesternight, at supper,

      You suddenly arose, and walk’d about,

      Musing and sighing, with your arms across,

      And when I ask’d you what the matter was,

      You stared upon me with ungentle looks;

      I urged you further; then you scratch’d your head,

      And too impatiently stamp’d with your foot;

      Yet I insisted, yet you answer’d not,

      But, with an angry wafture of your hand,

      Gave sign for me to leave you: so I did;

      Fearing to strengthen that impatience

      Which seem’d too much enkindled, and withal

      Hoping it was but an effect of humour,

      Which sometime hath his hour with every man.

      It will not let you eat, nor talk, nor sleep,

      And could it work so much upon your shape

      As it hath much prevail’d on your condition,

      I should not know you, Brutus. Dear my lord,

      Make me acquainted with your cause of grief.

      BRUTUS

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