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

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СКАЧАТЬ That every like is not the same, O Caesar,

      The heart of Brutus yearns to think upon!

      Exeunt

      Scene III

      A street near the Capitol.

      Enter ARTEMIDORUS, reading a paper

      ARTEMIDORUS

      ’Caesar, beware of Brutus; take heed of Cassius;

      come not near Casca; have an eye to Cinna, trust not

      Trebonius: mark well Metellus Cimber: Decius Brutus

      loves thee not: thou hast wronged Caius Ligarius.

      There is but one mind in all these men, and it is

      bent against Caesar. If thou beest not immortal,

      look about you: security gives way to conspiracy.

      The mighty gods defend thee! Thy lover,

      ’ARTEMIDORUS.’

      Here will I stand till Caesar pass along,

      And as a suitor will I give him this.

      My heart laments that virtue cannot live

      Out of the teeth of emulation.

      If thou read this, O Caesar, thou mayst live;

      If not, the Fates with traitors do contrive.

      Exit

      Scene IV

      Another part of the same street, before the house of BRUTUS.

      Enter PORTIA and LUCIUS

      PORTIA

      I prithee, boy, run to the senate-house;

      Stay not to answer me, but get thee gone:

      Why dost thou stay?

      LUCIUS

      To know my errand, madam.

      PORTIA

      I would have had thee there, and here again,

      Ere I can tell thee what thou shouldst do there.

      O constancy, be strong upon my side,

      Set a huge mountain ’tween my heart and tongue!

      I have a man’s mind, but a woman’s might.

      How hard it is for women to keep counsel!

      Art thou here yet?

      LUCIUS

      Madam, what should I do?

      Run to the Capitol, and nothing else?

      And so return to you, and nothing else?

      PORTIA

      Yes, bring me word, boy, if thy lord look well,

      For he went sickly forth: and take good note

      What Caesar doth, what suitors press to him.

      Hark, boy! what noise is that?

      LUCIUS

      I hear none, madam.

      PORTIA

      Prithee, listen well;

      I heard a bustling rumour, like a fray,

      And the wind brings it from the Capitol.

      LUCIUS

      Sooth, madam, I hear nothing.

      Enter the Soothsayer

      PORTIA

      Come hither, fellow: which way hast thou been?

      SOOTHSAYER

      At mine own house, good lady.

      PORTIA

      What is’t o’clock?

      SOOTHSAYER

      About the ninth hour, lady.

      PORTIA

      Is Caesar yet gone to the Capitol?

      SOOTHSAYER

      Madam, not yet: I go to take my stand,

      To see him pass on to the Capitol.

      PORTIA

      Thou hast some suit to Caesar, hast thou not?

      SOOTHSAYER

      That I have, lady: if it will please Caesar

      To be so good to Caesar as to hear me,

      I shall beseech him to befriend himself.

      PORTIA

      Why, know’st thou any harm’s intended towards him?

      SOOTHSAYER

      None that I know will be, much that I fear may chance.

      Good morrow to you. Here the street is narrow:

      The throng that follows Caesar at the heels,

      Of senators, of praetors, common suitors,

      Will crowd a feeble man almost to death:

      I’ll get me to a place more void, and there

      Speak to great Caesar as he comes along.

      Exit

      PORTIA

      I must go in. Ay me, how weak a thing

      The heart of woman is! O Brutus,

      The heavens speed thee in thine enterprise!

      Sure, the boy heard me: Brutus hath a suit

      That Caesar will not grant. O, I grow faint.

      Run, Lucius, and commend me to my lord;

      Say I am merry: come to me СКАЧАТЬ