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Название: The Complete Works of William Shakespeare

Автор: Уильям Шекспир

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СКАЧАТЬ Dreame how I suffer. Come; now bury me. [Exeunt Palamon, and

       Keeper.]

      Scaena 3. (The country near Athens.)

       [Enter Arcite.]

       ARCITE.

       Banishd the kingdome? tis a benefit,

       A mercy I must thanke ‘em for, but banishd

       The free enjoying of that face I die for,

       Oh twas a studdied punishment, a death

       Beyond Imagination: Such a vengeance

       That, were I old and wicked, all my sins

       Could never plucke upon me. Palamon,

       Thou ha’st the Start now, thou shalt stay and see

       Her bright eyes breake each morning gainst thy window,

       And let in life into thee; thou shalt feede

       Vpon the sweetenes of a noble beauty,

       That nature nev’r exceeded, nor nev’r shall:

       Good gods! what happines has Palamon!

       Twenty to one, hee’le come to speake to her,

       And if she be as gentle as she’s faire,

       I know she’s his; he has a Tongue will tame

       Tempests, and make the wild Rockes wanton.

       Come what can come,

       The worst is death; I will not leave the Kingdome.

       I know mine owne is but a heape of ruins,

       And no redresse there; if I goe, he has her.

       I am resolu’d an other shape shall make me,

       Or end my fortunes. Either way, I am happy:

       Ile see her, and be neere her, or no more.

       [Enter 4. Country people, & one with a garlond before them.]

       1. COUNTREYMAN

       My Masters, ile be there, that’s certaine

       2. COUNTREYMAN

       And Ile be there.

       3. COUNTREYMAN

       And I.

       4. COUNTREYMAN

       Why, then, have with ye, Boyes; Tis but a chiding.

       Let the plough play to day, ile tick’lt out

       Of the Iades tailes to morrow.

       1. COUNTREYMAN

       I am sure

       To have my wife as jealous as a Turkey:

       But that’s all one; ile goe through, let her mumble.

       2. COUNTREYMAN

       Clap her aboard to morrow night, and stoa her,

       And all’s made up againe.

       3. COUNTREYMAN

       I, doe but put a feskue in her fist, and you shall see her

       Take a new lesson out, and be a good wench.

       Doe we all hold against the Maying?

       4. COUNTREYMAN

       Hold? what should aile us?

       3. COUNTREYMAN

       Arcas will be there.

       2. COUNTREYMAN

       And Sennois.

       And Rycas, and 3. better lads nev’r dancd

       Under green Tree. And yee know what wenches: ha?

       But will the dainty Domine, the Schoolemaster,

       Keep touch, doe you thinke? for he do’s all, ye know.

       3. COUNTREYMAN

       Hee’l eate a hornebooke ere he faile: goe too, the matter’s too farre driven betweene him and the Tanners daughter, to let slip now, and she must see the Duke, and she must daunce too.

       4. COUNTREYMAN

       Shall we be lusty?

       2. COUNTREYMAN

       All the Boyes in Athens blow wind i’th breech on’s, and heere ile be and there ile be, for our Towne, and here againe, and there againe: ha, Boyes, heigh for the weavers.

       1. COUNTREYMAN

       This must be done i’th woods.

       4. COUNTREYMAN

       O, pardon me.

       2. COUNTREYMAN

       By any meanes, our thing of learning saies so:

       Where he himselfe will edifie the Duke

       Most parlously in our behalfes: hees excellent i’th woods;

       Bring him to’th plaines, his learning makes no cry.

       3. COUNTREYMAN

       Weele see the sports, then; every man to’s Tackle:

       And, Sweete Companions, lets rehearse by any meanes,

       Before the Ladies see us, and doe sweetly,

       And God knows what May come on’t.

       4. COUNTREYMAN

       Content; the sports once ended, wee’l performe.

       Away, Boyes and hold.

       ARCITE.

       By your leaves, honest friends: pray you, whither goe you?

       4. COUNTREYMAN

       Whither? why, what a question’s that?

       ARCITE.

       Yes, tis a question, to me that know not.

       3. COUNTREYMAN

       To the Games, my Friend.

       2. COUNTREYMAN

       Where were you bred, you know it not?

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