The Complete Works of William Shakespeare. Уильям Шекспир

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СКАЧАТЬ And our prime Cosen, yet unhardned in

       The Crimes of nature; Let us leave the Citty

       Thebs, and the temptings in’t, before we further

       Sully our glosse of youth:

       And here to keepe in abstinence we shame

       As in Incontinence; for not to swim

       I’th aide o’th Current were almost to sincke,

       At least to frustrate striving, and to follow

       The common Streame, twold bring us to an Edy

       Where we should turne or drowne; if labour through,

       Our gaine but life, and weakenes.

       PALAMON.

       Your advice

       Is cride up with example: what strange ruins

       Since first we went to Schoole, may we perceive

       Walking in Thebs? Skars, and bare weedes

       The gaine o’th Martialist, who did propound

       To his bold ends honour, and golden Ingots,

       Which though he won, he had not, and now flurted

       By peace for whom he fought: who then shall offer

       To Marsis so scornd Altar? I doe bleede

       When such I meete, and wish great Iuno would

       Resume her ancient fit of Ielouzie

       To get the Soldier worke, that peace might purge

       For her repletion, and retaine anew

       Her charitable heart now hard, and harsher

       Then strife or war could be.

       ARCITE.

       Are you not out?

       Meete you no ruine but the Soldier in

       The Cranckes and turnes of Thebs? you did begin

       As if you met decaies of many kindes:

       Perceive you none, that doe arowse your pitty

       But th’un-considerd Soldier?

       PALAMON.

       Yes, I pitty

       Decaies where ere I finde them, but such most

       That, sweating in an honourable Toyle,

       Are paide with yce to coole ‘em.

       ARCITE.

       Tis not this

       I did begin to speake of: This is vertue

       Of no respect in Thebs; I spake of Thebs

       How dangerous if we will keepe our Honours,

       It is for our resyding, where every evill

       Hath a good cullor; where eve’ry seeming good’s

       A certaine evill, where not to be ev’n Iumpe

       As they are, here were to be strangers, and

       Such things to be, meere Monsters.

       PALAMON.

       Tis in our power,

       (Vnlesse we feare that Apes can Tutor’s) to

       Be Masters of our manners: what neede I

       Affect anothers gate, which is not catching

       Where there is faith, or to be fond upon

       Anothers way of speech, when by mine owne

       I may be reasonably conceiv’d; sav’d too,

       Speaking it truly? why am I bound

       By any generous bond to follow him

       Followes his Taylor, haply so long untill

       The follow’d make pursuit? or let me know,

       Why mine owne Barber is unblest, with him

       My poore Chinne too, for tis not Cizard iust

       To such a Favorites glasse: What Cannon is there

       That does command my Rapier from my hip

       To dangle’t in my hand, or to go tip toe

       Before the streete be foule? Either I am

       The forehorse in the Teame, or I am none

       That draw i’th sequent trace: these poore sleight sores

       Neede not a plantin; That which rips my bosome

       Almost to’th heart’s—

       ARCITE.

       Our Vncle Creon.

       PALAMON.

       He,

       A most unbounded Tyrant, whose successes

       Makes heaven unfeard, and villany assured

       Beyond its power there’s nothing, almost puts

       Faith in a feavour, and deifies alone

       Voluble chance; who onely attributes

       The faculties of other Instruments

       To his owne Nerves and act; Commands men service,

       And what they winne in’t, boot and glory; on(e)

       That feares not to do harm; good, dares not; Let

       The blood of mine that’s sibbe to him be suckt

       From me with Leeches; Let them breake and fall

       Off me with that corruption.

       ARCITE.

       Cleere spirited Cozen,

       Lets leave his Court, that we may nothing share

       Of his lowd infamy: for our milke

       Will relish of the pasture, and we must

       Be vile or disobedient, not his kinesmen

       In blood, unlesse in quality.

       PALAMON.

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