The Tragedy of King Lear. Уильям Шекспир

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СКАЧАТЬ style="font-size:15px;">      Hum! Conspiracy? 'Sleep till I wak'd him, you should enjoy half his revenue.' My son Edgar! Had he a hand to write this? a heart and brain to breed it in? When came this to you? Who brought it? Edm. It was not brought me, my lord: there's the cunning of it. I found it thrown in at the casement of my closet. Glou. You know the character to be your brother's? Edm. If the matter were good, my lord, I durst swear it were his; but in respect of that, I would fain think it were not. Glou. It is his. Edm. It is his hand, my lord; but I hope his heart is not in the contents. Glou. Hath he never before sounded you in this business? Edm. Never, my lord. But I have heard him oft maintain it to be fit that, sons at perfect age, and fathers declining, the father should be as ward to the son, and the son manage his revenue. Glou. O villain, villain! His very opinion in the letter! Abhorred villain! Unnatural, detested, brutish villain! worse than brutish! Go, sirrah, seek him. I'll apprehend him. Abominable villain! Where is he? Edm. I do not well know, my lord. If it shall please you to suspend your indignation against my brother till you can derive from him better testimony of his intent, you should run a certain course; where, if you violently proceed against him, mistaking his purpose, it would make a great gap in your own honour and shake in pieces the heart of his obedience. I dare pawn down my life for him that he hath writ this to feel my affection to your honour, and to no other pretence of danger. Glou. Think you so? Edm. If your honour judge it meet, I will place you where you shall hear us confer of this and by an auricular assurance have your satisfaction, and that without any further delay than this very evening. Glou. He cannot be such a monster. Edm. Nor is not, sure. Glou. To his father, that so tenderly and entirely loves him. Heaven and earth! Edmund, seek him out; wind me into him, I pray you; frame the business after your own wisdom. I would unstate myself to be in a due resolution. Edm. I will seek him, sir, presently; convey the business as I shall find means, and acquaint you withal. Glou. These late eclipses in the sun and moon portend no good to us. Though the wisdom of nature can reason it thus and thus, yet nature finds itself scourg'd by the sequent effects. Love cools, friendship falls off, brothers divide. In cities, mutinies; in countries, discord; in palaces, treason; and the bond crack'd 'twixt son and father. This villain of mine comes under the prediction; there's son against father: the King falls from bias of nature; there's father against child. We have seen the best of our time. Machinations, hollowness, treachery, and all ruinous disorders follow us disquietly to our graves. Find out this villain, Edmund; it shall lose thee nothing; do it carefully. And the noble and true-hearted Kent banish'd! his offence, honesty! 'Tis strange. Exit. Edm. This is the excellent foppery of the world, that, when we are sick in fortune, often the surfeit of our own behaviour, we make guilty of our disasters the sun, the moon, and the stars; as if we were villains on necessity; fools by heavenly compulsion; knaves, thieves, and treachers by spherical pre-dominance; drunkards, liars, and adulterers by an enforc'd obedience of planetary influence; and all that we are evil in, by a divine thrusting on. An admirable evasion of whore-master man, to lay his goatish disposition to the charge of a star! My father compounded with my mother under the Dragon's Tail, and my nativity was under Ursa Major, so that it follows I am rough and lecherous. Fut! I should have been that I am, had the maidenliest star in the firmament twinkled on my bastardizing. Edgar-

      Enter Edgar.

           and pat! he comes, like the catastrophe of the old comedy.

      My

           cue is villainous melancholy, with a sigh like Tom o'

      Bedlam.

           O, these eclipses do portend these divisions! Fa, sol, la,

      mi.

        Edg. How now, brother Edmund? What serious contemplation are

      you

           in?

        Edm. I am thinking, brother, of a prediction I read this other

      day,

           what should follow these eclipses.

        Edg. Do you busy yourself with that?

        Edm. I promise you, the effects he writes of succeed unhappily:

      as

           of unnaturalness between the child and the parent; death,

           dearth, dissolutions of ancient amities; divisions in state,

           menaces and maledictions against king and nobles; needless

           diffidences, banishment of friends, dissipation of cohorts,

           nuptial breaches, and I know not what.

        Edg. How long have you been a sectary astronomical?

        Edm. Come, come! When saw you my father last?

        Edg. The night gone by.

        Edm. Spake you with him?

        Edg. Ay, two hours together.

        Edm. Parted you in good terms? Found you no displeasure in him

      by

           word or countenance

        Edg. None at all.

        Edm. Bethink yourself wherein you may have offended him; and at

      my

           entreaty forbear his presence until some little time hath

           qualified the heat of his displeasure, which at this instant

      so

           rageth in him that with the mischief of your person it would

           scarcely allay.

        Edg. Some villain hath done me wrong.

        Edm. That's my fear. I pray you have a continent forbearance

      till

           the speed of his rage goes slower; and, as I say, retire

      with me

           to my lodging, from whence I will fitly bring you to hear my

           lord speak. Pray ye, go! There's my key. If you do stir

      abroad,

           go arm'd.

        Edg. Arm'd, brother?

        Edm. Brother, I advise you to the best. Go arm'd. I am no

      honest man

           if there be any good meaning toward you. I have told you

      what I

           have seen and heard; but faintly, nothing like the image and

           horror of it. Pray you, away!

        Edg. Shall I hear from you anon?

        Edm. I do serve you in this business.

Exit Edgar

           A credulous father! and a brother noble,

           Whose nature is so far from doing harms

           That he suspects none; on whose foolish honesty

           My practices ride easy! I see the business.

           Let me, if not by birth, have lands by wit;

           All with me's meet that I can fashion fit.

      Exit.

      Scene III. The Duke of Albany's Palace

      Enter Goneril and [her] Steward [Oswald].

        Gon. Did my father strike my gentleman for chiding of his fool?

        Osw. Ay, madam.

        Gon. By day and night, he wrongs me! Every hour

           He flashes into one gross crime or other

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