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

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      CASSIUS

      Why, man, he doth bestride the narrow world

      Like a Colossus, and we petty men

      Walk under his huge legs and peep about

      To find ourselves dishonourable graves.

      Men at some time are masters of their fates:

      The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars,

      But in ourselves, that we are underlings.

      Brutus and Caesar: what should be in that ’Caesar’?

      Why should that name be sounded more than yours?

      Write them together, yours is as fair a name;

      Sound them, it doth become the mouth as well;

      Weigh them, it is as heavy; conjure with ’em,

      Brutus will start a spirit as soon as Caesar.

      Now, in the names of all the gods at once,

      Upon what meat doth this our Caesar feed,

      That he is grown so great? Age, thou art shamed!

      Rome, thou hast lost the breed of noble bloods!

      When went there by an age, since the great flood,

      But it was famed with more than with one man?

      When could they say till now, that talk’d of Rome,

      That her wide walls encompass’d but one man?

      Now is it Rome indeed and room enough,

      When there is in it but one only man.

      O, you and I have heard our fathers say,

      There was a Brutus once that would have brook’d

      The eternal devil to keep his state in Rome

      As easily as a king.

      BRUTUS

      That you do love me, I am nothing jealous;

      What you would work me to, I have some aim:

      How I have thought of this and of these times,

      I shall recount hereafter; for this present,

      I would not, so with love I might entreat you,

      Be any further moved. What you have said

      I will consider; what you have to say

      I will with patience hear, and find a time

      Both meet to hear and answer such high things.

      Till then, my noble friend, chew upon this:

      Brutus had rather be a villager

      Than to repute himself a son of Rome

      Under these hard conditions as this time

      Is like to lay upon us.

      CASSIUS

      I am glad that my weak words

      Have struck but thus much show of fire from Brutus.

      BRUTUS

      The games are done and Caesar is returning.

      CASSIUS

      As they pass by, pluck Casca by the sleeve;

      And he will, after his sour fashion, tell you

      What hath proceeded worthy note to-day.

      Re-enter CAESAR and his Train

      BRUTUS

      I will do so. But, look you, Cassius,

      The angry spot doth glow on Caesar’s brow,

      And all the rest look like a chidden train:

      Calpurnia’s cheek is pale; and Cicero

      Looks with such ferret and such fiery eyes

      As we have seen him in the Capitol,

      Being cross’d in conference by some senators.

      CASSIUS

      Casca will tell us what the matter is.

      CAESAR

      Antonius!

      ANTONY

      Caesar?

      CAESAR

      Let me have men about me that are fat;

      Sleek-headed men and such as sleep o’ nights:

      Yond Cassius has a lean and hungry look;

      He thinks too much: such men are dangerous.

      ANTONY

      Fear him not, Caesar; he’s not dangerous;

      He is a noble Roman and well given.

      CAESAR

      Would he were fatter! But I fear him not:

      Yet if my name were liable to fear,

      I do not know the man I should avoid

      So soon as that spare Cassius. He reads much;

      He is a great observer and he looks

      Quite through the deeds of men: he loves no plays,

      As thou dost, Antony; he hears no music;

      Seldom he smiles, and smiles in such a sort

      As if he mock’d himself and scorn’d his spirit

      That could be moved to smile at any thing.

      Such men as he be never at heart’s ease

      Whiles they behold a greater than themselves,

      And therefore are they very dangerous.

      I rather tell thee what is to be fear’d

      Than what I fear; for always I am Caesar.

      Come on my right hand, for this ear is deaf,

      And tell me truly what thou think’st of him.

      Sennet. СКАЧАТЬ