The Complete Works of William Shakespeare. Уильям Шекспир

Чтение книги онлайн.

       Wilt thou reach stars because they shine on thee?

       Go, base intruder! overweening slave!

       Bestow thy fawning smiles on equal mates,

       And think my patience, more than thy desert,

       Is privilege for thy departure hence.

       Thank me for this more than for all the favours

       Which, all too much, I have bestow’d on thee.

       But if thou linger in my territories

       Longer than swiftest expedition

       Will give thee time to leave our royal court,

       By heaven! my wrath shall far exceed the love

       I ever bore my daughter or thyself.

       Be gone! I will not hear thy vain excuse;

       But, as thou lov’st thy life, make speed from hence.

       [Exit.]

       VALENTINE.

       And why not death rather than living torment?

       To die is to be banish’d from myself,

       And Silvia is myself; banish’d from her

       Is self from self,—a deadly banishment!

       What light is light, if Silvia be not seen?

       What joy is joy, if Silvia be not by?

       Unless it be to think that she is by,

       And feed upon the shadow of perfection.

       Except I be by Silvia in the night,

       There is no music in the nightingale;

       Unless I look on Silvia in the day,

       There is no day for me to look upon.

       She is my essence, and I leave to be

       If I be not by her fair influence

       Foster’d, illumin’d, cherish’d, kept alive.

       I fly not death, to fly his deadly doom:

       Tarry I here, I but attend on death;

       But fly I hence, I fly away from life.

       [Enter PROTEUS and LAUNCE.]

       PROTEUS.

       Run, boy; run, run, seek him out.

       LAUNCE.

       Soho! soho!

       PROTEUS.

       What seest thou?

       LAUNCE.

       Him we go to find: there’s not a hair on ‘s head but ‘tis a

       Valentine.

       PROTEUS.

       Valentine?

       VALENTINE.

       No.

       PROTEUS.

       Who then? his spirit?

       VALENTINE.

       Neither.

       PROTEUS.

       What then?

       VALENTINE.

       Nothing.

       LAUNCE.

       Can nothing speak? Master, shall I strike?

       PROTEUS.

       Who wouldst thou strike?

       LAUNCE.

       Nothing.

       PROTEUS.

       Villain, forbear.

       LAUNCE.

       Why, sir, I’ll strike nothing. I pray you,—

       PROTEUS.

       Sirrah, I say, forbear.—Friend Valentine, a word.

       VALENTINE.

       My ears are stopp’d and cannot hear good news,

       So much of bad already hath possess’d them.

       PROTEUS.

       Then in dumb silence will I bury mine,

       For they are harsh, untuneable, and bad.

       VALENTINE.

       Is Silvia dead?

       PROTEUS.

       No, Valentine.

       VALENTINE.

       No Valentine, indeed, for sacred Silvia.

       Hath she forsworn me?

       PROTEUS.

       No, Valentine.

       VALENTINE.

       No Valentine, if Silvia have forsworn me.

       What is your news?

       LAUNCE.

       Sir, there is a proclamation that you are vanished.

       PROTEUS.

       That thou art banished, O, that’s the news,

       From hence, from Silvia, and from me thy friend.

       VALENTINE.

       O, I have fed upon this woe already,

       And now excess of it will make me surfeit.

       Doth Silvia know that I am banished?

       PROTEUS.

       Ay, ay; and she hath offer’d to the doom—

       Which, unrevers’d, stands in effectual force—

       A sea of melting pearl, which some call tears;

       Those at her father’s churlish feet she tender’d;

       With them, upon her knees, her humble self,

       Wringing her hands, whose whiteness so became them

       As if but now they waxed pale for woe:

       СКАЧАТЬ