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

Чтение книги онлайн.

СКАЧАТЬ style="font-size:15px;">      It is no matter; let no images

      Be hung with Caesar’s trophies. I’ll about,

      And drive away the vulgar from the streets:

      So do you too, where you perceive them thick.

      These growing feathers pluck’d from Caesar’s wing

      Will make him fly an ordinary pitch,

      Who else would soar above the view of men

      And keep us all in servile fearfulness.

      Exeunt

      Scene II

      A public place.

      Flourish. Enter CAESAR; ANTONY, for the course; CALPURNIA, PORTIA, DECIUS BRUTUS, CICERO, BRUTUS, CASSIUS, and CASCA; a great crowd following, among them a Soothsayer

      CAESAR

      Calpurnia!

      CASCA

      Peace, ho! Caesar speaks.

      CAESAR

      Calpurnia!

      CALPURNIA

      Here, my lord.

      CAESAR

      Stand you directly in Antonius’ way,

      When he doth run his course. Antonius!

      ANTONY

      Caesar, my lord?

      CAESAR

      Forget not, in your speed, Antonius,

      To touch Calpurnia; for our elders say,

      The barren, touched in this holy chase,

      Shake off their sterile curse.

      ANTONY

      I shall remember:

      When Caesar says ’do this,’ it is perform’d.

      CAESAR

      Set on; and leave no ceremony out.

      Flourish

      SOOTHSAYER

      Caesar!

      CAESAR

      Ha! who calls?

      CASCA

      Bid every noise be still: peace yet again!

      CAESAR

      Who is it in the press that calls on me?

      I hear a tongue, shriller than all the music,

      Cry ’Caesar!’ Speak; Caesar is turn’d to hear.

      SOOTHSAYER

      Beware the ides of March.

      CAESAR

      What man is that?

      BRUTUS

      A soothsayer bids you beware the ides of March.

      CAESAR

      Set him before me; let me see his face.

      CASSIUS

      Fellow, come from the throng; look upon Caesar.

      CAESAR

      What say’st thou to me now? speak once again.

      SOOTHSAYER

      Beware the ides of March.

      CAESAR

      He is a dreamer; let us leave him: pass.

      Sennet. Exeunt all except BRUTUS and CASSIUS

      CASSIUS

      Will you go see the order of the course?

      BRUTUS

      Not I.

      CASSIUS

      I pray you, do.

      BRUTUS

      I am not gamesome: I do lack some part

      Of that quick spirit that is in Antony.

      Let me not hinder, Cassius, your desires;

      I’ll leave you.

      CASSIUS

      Brutus, I do observe you now of late:

      I have not from your eyes that gentleness

      And show of love as I was wont to have:

      You bear too stubborn and too strange a hand

      Over your friend that loves you.

      BRUTUS

      Cassius,

      Be not deceived: if I have veil’d my look,

      I turn the trouble of my countenance

      Merely upon myself. Vexed I am

      Of late with passions of some difference,

      Conceptions only proper to myself,

      Which give some soil perhaps to my behaviors;

      But let not therefore my good friends be grieved-

      Among which number, Cassius, be you one-

      Nor construe any further my neglect,

      Than that poor Brutus, with himself at war,

      Forgets the shows of love to other men.

      CASSIUS

      Then, Brutus, I have much mistook your passion;

      By means whereof this breast of mine hath buried

      Thoughts of great value, worthy cogitations.

      Tell me, good Brutus, can you see your face?

СКАЧАТЬ