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

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СКАЧАТЬ name of Cassius honours this corruption,

      And chastisement doth therefore hide his head.

      CASSIUS

      Chastisement!

      BRUTUS

      Remember March, the ides of March remember:

      Did not great Julius bleed for justice’ sake?

      What villain touch’d his body, that did stab,

      And not for justice? What, shall one of us

      That struck the foremost man of all this world

      But for supporting robbers, shall we now

      Contaminate our fingers with base bribes,

      And sell the mighty space of our large honours

      For so much trash as may be grasped thus?

      I had rather be a dog, and bay the moon,

      Than such a Roman.

      CASSIUS

      Brutus, bay not me;

      I’ll not endure it: you forget yourself,

      To hedge me in; I am a soldier, I,

      Older in practise, abler than yourself

      To make conditions.

      BRUTUS

      Go to; you are not, Cassius.

      CASSIUS

      I am.

      BRUTUS

      I say you are not.

      CASSIUS

      Urge me no more, I shall forget myself;

      Have mind upon your health, tempt me no further.

      BRUTUS

      Away, slight man!

      CASSIUS

      Is’t possible?

      BRUTUS

      Hear me, for I will speak.

      Must I give way and room to your rash choler?

      Shall I be frighted when a madman stares?

      CASSIUS

      O ye gods, ye gods! must I endure all this?

      BRUTUS

      All this! ay, more: fret till your proud heart break;

      Go show your slaves how choleric you are,

      And make your bondmen tremble. Must I budge?

      Must I observe you? must I stand and crouch

      Under your testy humour? By the gods

      You shall digest the venom of your spleen,

      Though it do split you; for, from this day forth,

      I’ll use you for my mirth, yea, for my laughter,

      When you are waspish.

      CASSIUS

      Is it come to this?

      BRUTUS

      You say you are a better soldier:

      Let it appear so; make your vaunting true,

      And it shall please me well: for mine own part,

      I shall be glad to learn of noble men.

      CASSIUS

      You wrong me every way; you wrong me, Brutus;

      I said, an elder soldier, not a better:

      Did I say ’better’?

      BRUTUS

      If you did, I care not.

      CASSIUS

      When Caesar lived, he durst not thus have moved me.

      BRUTUS

      Peace, peace! you durst not so have tempted him.

      CASSIUS

      I durst not!

      BRUTUS

      No.

      CASSIUS

      What, durst not tempt him!

      BRUTUS

      For your life you durst not!

      CASSIUS

      Do not presume too much upon my love;

      I may do that I shall be sorry for.

      BRUTUS

      You have done that you should be sorry for.

      There is no terror, Cassius, in your threats,

      For I am arm’d so strong in honesty

      That they pass by me as the idle wind,

      Which I respect not. I did send to you

      For certain sums of gold, which you denied me:

      For I can raise no money by vile means:

      By heaven, I had rather coin my heart,

      And drop my blood for drachmas, than to wring

      From the hard hands of peasants their vile trash

      By any indirection: I did send

      To you for gold to pay my legions,

      Which you denied me: was that done like Cassius?

      Should I have answer’d Caius Cassius so?

      When Marcus Brutus grows so covetous,

      To lock such rascal counters from his friends,

      Be ready, gods, with all your thunderbolts;

      Dash him to pieces!

      CASSIUS

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