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Название: The Complete Works of William Shakespeare

Автор: Уильям Шекспир

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СКАЧАТЬ style="font-size:15px;">       As thou hast shewd me feate.

       ARCITE.

       Not finding in

       The circuit of my breast any grosse stuffe

       To forme me like your blazon, holds me to

       This gentlenesse of answer; tis your passion

       That thus mistakes, the which to you being enemy,

       Cannot to me be kind: honor, and honestie

       I cherish, and depend on, how so ev’r

       You skip them in me, and with them, faire Coz,

       Ile maintaine my proceedings; pray, be pleas’d

       To shew in generous termes your griefes, since that

       Your question’s with your equall, who professes

       To cleare his owne way with the minde and Sword

       Of a true Gentleman.

       PALAMON.

       That thou durst, Arcite!

       ARCITE.

       My Coz, my Coz, you have beene well advertis’d

       How much I dare, y’ave seene me use my Sword

       Against th’advice of feare: sure, of another

       You would not heare me doubted, but your silence

       Should breake out, though i’th Sanctuary.

       PALAMON.

       Sir,

       I have seene you move in such a place, which well

       Might justifie your manhood; you were calld

       A good knight and a bold; But the whole weeke’s not faire,

       If any day it rayne: Their valiant temper

       Men loose when they encline to trecherie,

       And then they fight like coupelld Beares, would fly

       Were they not tyde.

       ARCITE.

       Kinsman, you might as well

       Speake this and act it in your Glasse, as to

       His eare which now disdaines you.

       PALAMON.

       Come up to me,

       Quit me of these cold Gyves, give me a Sword,

       Though it be rustie, and the charity

       Of one meale lend me; Come before me then,

       A good Sword in thy hand, and doe but say

       That Emily is thine: I will forgive

       The trespasse thou hast done me, yea, my life,

       If then thou carry’t, and brave soules in shades

       That have dyde manly, which will seeke of me

       Some newes from earth, they shall get none but this,

       That thou art brave and noble.

       ARCITE.

       Be content:

       Againe betake you to your hawthorne house;

       With counsaile of the night, I will be here

       With wholesome viands; these impediments

       Will I file off; you shall have garments and

       Perfumes to kill the smell o’th prison; after,

       When you shall stretch your selfe and say but, ‘Arcite,

       I am in plight,’ there shall be at your choyce

       Both Sword and Armour.

       PALAMON.

       Oh you heavens, dares any

       So noble beare a guilty busines! none

       But onely Arcite, therefore none but Arcite

       In this kinde is so bold.

       ARCITE.

       Sweete Palamon.

       PALAMON.

       I doe embrace you and your offer,—for

       Your offer doo’t I onely, Sir; your person,

       Without hipocrisy I may not wish [Winde hornes of Cornets.]

       More then my Swords edge ont.

       ARCITE.

       You heare the Hornes;

       Enter your Musite least this match between’s

       Be crost, er met: give me your hand; farewell.

       Ile bring you every needfull thing: I pray you,

       Take comfort and be strong.

       PALAMON.

       Pray hold your promise;

       And doe the deede with a bent brow: most certaine

       You love me not, be rough with me, and powre

       This oile out of your language; by this ayre,

       I could for each word give a Cuffe, my stomach

       Not reconcild by reason.

       ARCITE.

       Plainely spoken,

       Yet pardon me hard language: when I spur [Winde hornes.]

       My horse, I chide him not; content and anger

       In me have but one face. Harke, Sir, they call

       The scatterd to the Banket; you must guesse

       I have an office there.

       PALAMON.

       Sir, your attendance

       Cannot please heaven, and I know your office

       Vnjustly is atcheev’d.

       ARCITE.

       If a good title,

       I am perswaded this question sicke between’s

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