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

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СКАЧАТЬ style="font-size:15px;">      No, Cassius; for the eye sees not itself,

      But by reflection, by some other things.

      CASSIUS

      ’Tis just:

      And it is very much lamented, Brutus,

      That you have no such mirrors as will turn

      Your hidden worthiness into your eye,

      That you might see your shadow. I have heard,

      Where many of the best respect in Rome,

      Except immortal Caesar, speaking of Brutus

      And groaning underneath this age’s yoke,

      Have wish’d that noble Brutus had his eyes.

      BRUTUS

      Into what dangers would you lead me, Cassius,

      That you would have me seek into myself

      For that which is not in me?

      CASSIUS

      Therefore, good Brutus, be prepared to hear:

      And since you know you cannot see yourself

      So well as by reflection, I, your glass,

      Will modestly discover to yourself

      That of yourself which you yet know not of.

      And be not jealous on me, gentle Brutus:

      Were I a common laugher, or did use

      To stale with ordinary oaths my love

      To every new protester; if you know

      That I do fawn on men and hug them hard

      And after scandal them, or if you know

      That I profess myself in banqueting

      To all the rout, then hold me dangerous.

      Flourish, and shout

      BRUTUS

      What means this shouting? I do fear, the people

      Choose Caesar for their king.

      CASSIUS

      Ay, do you fear it?

      Then must I think you would not have it so.

      BRUTUS

      I would not, Cassius; yet I love him well.

      But wherefore do you hold me here so long?

      What is it that you would impart to me?

      If it be aught toward the general good,

      Set honour in one eye and death i’ the other,

      And I will look on both indifferently,

      For let the gods so speed me as I love

      The name of honour more than I fear death.

      CASSIUS

      I know that virtue to be in you, Brutus,

      As well as I do know your outward favour.

      Well, honour is the subject of my story.

      I cannot tell what you and other men

      Think of this life; but, for my single self,

      I had as lief not be as live to be

      In awe of such a thing as I myself.

      I was born free as Caesar; so were you:

      We both have fed as well, and we can both

      Endure the winter’s cold as well as he:

      For once, upon a raw and gusty day,

      The troubled Tiber chafing with her shores,

      Caesar said to me ’Darest thou, Cassius, now

      Leap in with me into this angry flood,

      And swim to yonder point?’ Upon the word,

      Accoutred as I was, I plunged in

      And bade him follow; so indeed he did.

      The torrent roar’d, and we did buffet it

      With lusty sinews, throwing it aside

      And stemming it with hearts of controversy;

      But ere we could arrive the point proposed,

      Caesar cried ’Help me, Cassius, or I sink!’

      I, as Aeneas, our great ancestor,

      Did from the flames of Troy upon his shoulder

      The old Anchises bear, so from the waves of Tiber

      Did I the tired Caesar. And this man

      Is now become a god, and Cassius is

      A wretched creature and must bend his body,

      If Caesar carelessly but nod on him.

      He had a fever when he was in Spain,

      And when the fit was on him, I did mark

      How he did shake: ’tis true, this god did shake;

      His coward lips did from their colour fly,

      And that same eye whose bend doth awe the world

      Did lose his lustre: I did hear him groan:

      Ay, and that tongue of his that bade the Romans

      Mark him and write his speeches in their books,

      Alas, it cried ’Give me some drink, Titinius,’

      As a sick girl. Ye gods, it doth amaze me

      A man of such a feeble temper should

      So get the start of the majestic world

      And bear the palm alone.

      Shout. Flourish

      BRUTUS

      Another general shout!

      I do believe that these applauses are

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