The Complete Works of William Shakespeare. Уильям Шекспир

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СКАЧАТЬ style="font-size:15px;">       And pitch between her armes to anger thee.

       PALAMON.

       No more; the keeper’s comming; I shall live

       To knocke thy braines out with my Shackles.

       ARCITE.

       Doe.

       KEEPER.

       By your leave, Gentlemen—

       PALAMON.

       Now, honest keeper?

       KEEPER.

       Lord Arcite, you must presently to’th Duke;

       The cause I know not yet.

       ARCITE.

       I am ready, keeper.

       KEEPER.

       Prince Palamon, I must awhile bereave you

       Of your faire Cosens Company. [Exeunt Arcite, and Keeper.]

       PALAMON.

       And me too,

       Even when you please, of life. Why is he sent for?

       It may be he shall marry her; he’s goodly,

       And like enough the Duke hath taken notice

       Both of his blood and body: But his falsehood!

       Why should a friend be treacherous? If that

       Get him a wife so noble, and so faire,

       Let honest men ne’re love againe. Once more

       I would but see this faire One. Blessed Garden,

       And fruite, and flowers more blessed, that still blossom

       As her bright eies shine on ye! would I were,

       For all the fortune of my life hereafter,

       Yon little Tree, yon blooming Apricocke;

       How I would spread, and fling my wanton armes

       In at her window; I would bring her fruite

       Fit for the Gods to feed on: youth and pleasure

       Still as she tasted should be doubled on her,

       And if she be not heavenly, I would make her

       So neere the Gods in nature, they should feare her,

       [Enter Keeper.]

       And then I am sure she would love me. How now, keeper.

       Wher’s Arcite?

       KEEPER.

       Banishd: Prince Pirithous

       Obtained his liberty; but never more

       Vpon his oth and life must he set foote

       Vpon this Kingdome.

       PALAMON.

       Hees a blessed man!

       He shall see Thebs againe, and call to Armes

       The bold yong men, that, when he bids ‘em charge,

       Fall on like fire: Arcite shall have a Fortune,

       If he dare make himselfe a worthy Lover,

       Yet in the Feild to strike a battle for her;

       And if he lose her then, he’s a cold Coward;

       How bravely may he beare himselfe to win her

       If he be noble Arcite—thousand waies.

       Were I at liberty, I would doe things

       Of such a vertuous greatnes, that this Lady,

       This blushing virgine, should take manhood to her

       And seeke to ravish me.

       KEEPER.

       My Lord for you

       I have this charge too—

       PALAMON.

       To discharge my life?

       KEEPER.

       No, but from this place to remoove your Lordship:

       The windowes are too open.

       PALAMON.

       Devils take ‘em,

       That are so envious to me! pre’thee kill me.

       KEEPER.

       And hang for’t afterward.

       PALAMON.

       By this good light,

       Had I a sword I would kill thee.

       KEEPER.

       Why, my Lord?

       PALAMON.

       Thou bringst such pelting scuruy news continually

       Thou art not worthy life. I will not goe.

       KEEPER.

       Indeede, you must, my Lord.

       PALAMON.

       May I see the garden?

       KEEPER.

       Noe.

       PALAMON.

       Then I am resolud, I will not goe.

       KEEPER.

       I must constraine you then: and for you are dangerous,

       Ile clap more yrons on you.

       PALAMON.

       Doe, good keeper.

       Ile shake ‘em so, ye shall not sleepe;

       Ile make ye a new Morrisse: must I goe?

       KEEPER.

       There is no remedy.

       PALAMON.

       Farewell, kinde window.

       May rude winde never hurt thee. O, my Lady,

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