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Название: The Complete Works of William Shakespeare

Автор: Уильям Шекспир

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СКАЧАТЬ SPEED. No, not so much as ‘Take this for thy pains.’ To testify your bounty, I thank you, you have testerned me; in requital whereof, henceforth carry your letters yourself; and so, sir, I’ll commend you to my master.

       PROTEUS.

       Go, go, be gone, to save your ship from wrack;

       Which cannot perish, having thee aboard,

       Being destin’d to a drier death on shore.—

       [Exit SPEED.]

       I must go send some better messenger.

       I fear my Julia would not deign my lines,

       Receiving them from such a worthless post.

       [Exit.]

       SCENE 2. THe same. The garden Of JULIA’S house.

       [Enter JULIA and LUCETTA.]

       JULIA.

       But say, Lucetta, now we are alone,

       Wouldst thou then counsel me to fall in love?

       LUCETTA.

       Ay, madam; so you stumble not unheedfully.

       JULIA.

       Of all the fair resort of gentlemen

       That every day with parle encounter me,

       In thy opinion which is worthiest love?

       LUCETTA.

       Please you, repeat their names; I’ll show my mind

       According to my shallow simple skill.

       JULIA.

       What think’st thou of the fair Sir Eglamour?

       LUCETTA.

       As of a knight well-spoken, neat, and fine;

       But, were I you, he never should be mine.

       JULIA.

       What think’st thou of the rich Mercatio?

       LUCETTA.

       Well of his wealth; but of himself, so so.

       JULIA.

       What think’st thou of the gentle Proteus?

       LUCETTA.

       Lord, Lord! to see what folly reigns in us!

       JULIA.

       How now! what means this passion at his name?

       LUCETTA.

       Pardon, dear madam; ‘tis a passing shame

       That I, unworthy body as I am,

       Should censure thus on lovely gentlemen.

       JULIA.

       Why not on Proteus, as of all the rest?

       LUCETTA.

       Then thus,—of many good I think him best.

       JULIA.

       Your reason?

       LUCETTA.

       I have no other but a woman’s reason:

       I think him so, because I think him so.

       JULIA.

       And wouldst thou have me cast my love on him?

       LUCETTA.

       Ay, if you thought your love not cast away.

       JULIA.

       Why, he, of all the rest, hath never moved me.

       LUCETTA.

       Yet he, of all the rest, I think, best loves ye.

       JULIA.

       His little speaking shows his love but small.

       LUCETTA.

       Fire that’s closest kept burns most of all.

       JULIA.

       They do not love that do not show their love.

       LUCETTA.

       O! they love least that let men know their love.

       JULIA.

       I would I knew his mind.

       LUCETTA.

       Peruse this paper, madam. [Gives a letter.]

       JULIA.

       ‘To Julia’—Say, from whom?

       LUCETTA.

       That the contents will show.

       JULIA.

       Say, say, who gave it thee?

       LUCETTA.

       Sir Valentine’s page, and sent, I think, from Proteus.

       He would have given it you; but I, being in the way,

       Did in your name receive it; pardon the fault, I pray.

       JULIA.

       Now, by my modesty, a goodly broker!

       Dare you presume to harbour wanton lines?

       To whisper and conspire against my youth?

       Now, trust me, ‘tis an office of great worth,

       And you an officer fit for the place.

       There, take the paper; see it be return’d;

       Or else return no more into my sight.

       LUCETTA.

       To plead for love deserves more fee than hate.

       JULIA.

       Will ye be gone?

       LUCETTA.

       That you may ruminate.

       [Exit.]

       JULIA.

       And yet, I would I had o’erlook’d the letter.

       It were a shame to call her back again,

       And pray her to a fault for which I chid her.

       What fool is she, that knows I am a maid

       СКАЧАТЬ