The Complete Works of William Shakespeare. Уильям Шекспир

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СКАЧАТЬ And get our jewels and our wealth together;

       Devise the fittest time and safest way

       To hide us from pursuit that will be made

       After my flight. Now go we in content

       To liberty, and not to banishment.

       [Exeunt.]

       ACT II

      SCENE I. The Forest of Arden

       [Enter DUKE Senior, AMIENS, and other LORDS, in the dress of foresters.]

       DUKE SENIOR

       Now, my co-mates and brothers in exile,

       Hath not old custom made this life more sweet

       Than that of painted pomp? Are not these woods

       More free from peril than the envious court?

       Here feel we not the penalty of Adam,—

       The seasons’ difference: as the icy fang

       And churlish chiding of the winter’s wind,

       Which when it bites and blows upon my body,

       Even till I shrink with cold, I smile and say,

       “This is no flattery: these are counsellors

       That feelingly persuade me what I am.”

       Sweet are the uses of adversity;

       Which, like the toad, ugly and venomous,

       Wears yet a precious jewel in his head;

       And this our life, exempt from public haunt,

       Finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks,

       Sermons in stones, and good in everything.

       I would not change it.

       AMIENS

       Happy is your grace,

       That can translate the stubbornness of fortune

       Into so quiet and so sweet a style.

       DUKE SENIOR

       Come, shall we go and kill us venison?

       And yet it irks me, the poor dappled fools,

       Being native burghers of this desert city,

       Should, in their own confines, with forked heads

       Have their round haunches gor’d.

       FIRST LORD

       Indeed, my lord,

       The melancholy Jaques grieves at that;

       And, in that kind, swears you do more usurp

       Than doth your brother that hath banish’d you.

       To-day my lord of Amiens and myself

       Did steal behind him as he lay along

       Under an oak, whose antique root peeps out

       Upon the brook that brawls along this wood:

       To the which place a poor sequester’d stag,

       That from the hunter’s aim had ta’en a hurt,

       Did come to languish; and, indeed, my lord,

       The wretched animal heav’d forth such groans,

       That their discharge did stretch his leathern coat

       Almost to bursting; and the big round tears

       Cours’d one another down his innocent nose

       In piteous chase: and thus the hairy fool,

       Much markèd of the melancholy Jaques,

       Stood on the extremest verge of the swift brook,

       Augmenting it with tears.

       DUKE SENIOR

       But what said Jaques?

       Did he not moralize this spectacle?

       FIRST LORD

       O, yes, into a thousand similes.

       First, for his weeping into the needless stream;

       “Poor deer,” quoth he “thou mak’st a testament

       As worldlings do, giving thy sum of more

       To that which had too much:” then, being there alone,

       Left and abandoned of his velvet friends;

       “‘Tis right”; quoth he; “thus misery doth part

       The flux of company:” anon, a careless herd,

       Full of the pasture, jumps along by him

       And never stays to greet him; “Ay,” quoth Jaques,

       “Sweep on, you fat and greasy citizens;

       ‘Tis just the fashion; wherefore do you look

       Upon that poor and broken bankrupt there?”

       Thus most invectively he pierceth through

       The body of the country, city, court,

       Yea, and of this our life: swearing that we

       Are mere usurpers, tyrants, and what’s worse,

       To fright the animals, and to kill them up

       In their assign’d and native dwelling-place.

       DUKE SENIOR

       And did you leave him in this contemplation?

       SECOND LORD

       We did, my lord, weeping and commenting

       Upon the sobbing deer.

       DUKE SENIOR

       Show me the place:

       I love to cope him in these sullen fits,

       For then he’s full of matter.

       FIRST LORD

       I’ll bring you to him straight.

       [Exeunt.]

      SCENE II. A Room in the Palace

       [Enter DUKE FREDERICK, Lords, СКАЧАТЬ