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

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СКАЧАТЬ to shed them now.

      You all do know this mantle: I remember

      The first time ever Caesar put it on;

      ’Twas on a summer’s evening, in his tent,

      That day he overcame the Nervii:

      Look, in this place ran Cassius’ dagger through:

      See what a rent the envious Casca made:

      Through this the well-beloved Brutus stabb’d;

      And as he pluck’d his cursed steel away,

      Mark how the blood of Caesar follow’d it,

      As rushing out of doors, to be resolved

      If Brutus so unkindly knock’d, or no;

      For Brutus, as you know, was Caesar’s angel:

      Judge, O you gods, how dearly Caesar loved him!

      This was the most unkindest cut of all;

      For when the noble Caesar saw him stab,

      Ingratitude, more strong than traitors’ arms,

      Quite vanquish’d him: then burst his mighty heart;

      And, in his mantle muffling up his face,

      Even at the base of Pompey’s statua,

      Which all the while ran blood, great Caesar fell.

      O, what a fall was there, my countrymen!

      Then I, and you, and all of us fell down,

      Whilst bloody treason flourish’d over us.

      O, now you weep; and, I perceive, you feel

      The dint of pity: these are gracious drops.

      Kind souls, what, weep you when you but behold

      Our Caesar’s vesture wounded? Look you here,

      Here is himself, marr’d, as you see, with traitors.

      First Citizen

      O piteous spectacle!

      Second Citizen

      O noble Caesar!

      Third Citizen

      O woful day!

      Fourth Citizen

      O traitors, villains!

      First Citizen

      O most bloody sight!

      Second Citizen

      We will be revenged.

      All

      Revenge! About! Seek! Burn! Fire! Kill! Slay!

      Let not a traitor live!

      ANTONY

      Stay, countrymen.

      First Citizen

      Peace there! hear the noble Antony.

      Second Citizen

      We’ll hear him, we’ll follow him, we’ll die with him.

      ANTONY

      Good friends, sweet friends, let me not stir you up

      To such a sudden flood of mutiny.

      They that have done this deed are honourable:

      What private griefs they have, alas, I know not,

      That made them do it: they are wise and honourable,

      And will, no doubt, with reasons answer you.

      I come not, friends, to steal away your hearts:

      I am no orator, as Brutus is;

      But, as you know me all, a plain blunt man,

      That love my friend; and that they know full well

      That gave me public leave to speak of him:

      For I have neither wit, nor words, nor worth,

      Action, nor utterance, nor the power of speech,

      To stir men’s blood: I only speak right on;

      I tell you that which you yourselves do know;

      Show you sweet Caesar’s wounds, poor poor dumb mouths,

      And bid them speak for me: but were I Brutus,

      And Brutus Antony, there were an Antony

      Would ruffle up your spirits and put a tongue

      In every wound of Caesar that should move

      The stones of Rome to rise and mutiny.

      All

      We’ll mutiny.

      First Citizen

      We’ll burn the house of Brutus.

      Third Citizen

      Away, then! come, seek the conspirators.

      ANTONY

      Yet hear me, countrymen; yet hear me speak.

      All

      Peace, ho! Hear Antony. Most noble Antony!

      ANTONY

      Why, friends, you go to do you know not what:

      Wherein hath Caesar thus deserved your loves?

      Alas, you know not: I must tell you then:

      You have forgot the will I told you of.

      All

      Most true. The will! Let’s stay and hear the will.

      ANTONY

      Here is the will, and under Caesar’s seal.

      To every Roman citizen he gives,

      To every several man, seventy-five drachmas.

      Second Citizen

      Most noble Caesar! We’ll revenge his death.

      Third СКАЧАТЬ