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

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СКАЧАТЬ you not.

      BRUTUS

      You did.

      CASSIUS

      I did not: he was but a fool that brought

      My answer back. Brutus hath rived my heart:

      A friend should bear his friend’s infirmities,

      But Brutus makes mine greater than they are.

      BRUTUS

      I do not, till you practise them on me.

      CASSIUS

      You love me not.

      BRUTUS

      I do not like your faults.

      CASSIUS

      A friendly eye could never see such faults.

      BRUTUS

      A flatterer’s would not, though they do appear

      As huge as high Olympus.

      CASSIUS

      Come, Antony, and young Octavius, come,

      Revenge yourselves alone on Cassius,

      For Cassius is aweary of the world;

      Hated by one he loves; braved by his brother;

      Cheque’d like a bondman; all his faults observed,

      Set in a note-book, learn’d, and conn’d by rote,

      To cast into my teeth. O, I could weep

      My spirit from mine eyes! There is my dagger,

      And here my naked breast; within, a heart

      Dearer than Plutus’ mine, richer than gold:

      If that thou be’st a Roman, take it forth;

      I, that denied thee gold, will give my heart:

      Strike, as thou didst at Caesar; for, I know,

      When thou didst hate him worst, thou lovedst him better

      Than ever thou lovedst Cassius.

      BRUTUS

      Sheathe your dagger:

      Be angry when you will, it shall have scope;

      Do what you will, dishonour shall be humour.

      O Cassius, you are yoked with a lamb

      That carries anger as the flint bears fire;

      Who, much enforced, shows a hasty spark,

      And straight is cold again.

      CASSIUS

      Hath Cassius lived

      To be but mirth and laughter to his Brutus,

      When grief, and blood ill-temper’d, vexeth him?

      BRUTUS

      When I spoke that, I was ill-temper’d too.

      CASSIUS

      Do you confess so much? Give me your hand.

      BRUTUS

      And my heart too.

      CASSIUS

      O Brutus!

      BRUTUS

      What’s the matter?

      CASSIUS

      Have not you love enough to bear with me,

      When that rash humour which my mother gave me

      Makes me forgetful?

      BRUTUS

      Yes, Cassius; and, from henceforth,

      When you are over-earnest with your Brutus,

      He’ll think your mother chides, and leave you so.

      Poet

      [Within] Let me go in to see the generals;

      There is some grudge between ’em, ’tis not meet

      They be alone.

      LUCILIUS

      [Within] You shall not come to them.

      Poet

      [Within] Nothing but death shall stay me.

      Enter Poet, followed by LUCILIUS, TITINIUS, and LUCIUS

      CASSIUS

      How now! What ’s the matter?

      Poet

      For shame, you generals! what do you mean?

      Love, and be friends, as two such men should be;

      For I have seen more years, I’m sure, than ye.

      CASSIUS

      Ha, ha! how vilely doth this cynic rhyme!

      BRUTUS

      Get you hence, sirrah; saucy fellow, hence!

      CASSIUS

      Bear with him, Brutus; ’tis his fashion.

      BRUTUS

      I’ll know his humour, when he knows his time:

      What should the wars do with these jigging fools?

      Companion, hence!

      CASSIUS

      Away, away, be gone.

      Exit Poet

      BRUTUS

      Lucilius and Titinius, bid the commanders

      Prepare to lodge their companies to-night.

      CASSIUS

      And come yourselves, and bring Messala with you

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