The Complete Works of William Shakespeare. Уильям Шекспир

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СКАЧАТЬ To make me spare thee?

       ARCITE.

       If you thinke so, Cosen,

       You are deceived, for as I am a Soldier,

       I will not spare you.

       PALAMON.

       That’s well said.

       ARCITE.

       You’l finde it.

       PALAMON.

       Then, as I am an honest man and love

       With all the justice of affection,

       Ile pay thee soundly. This ile take.

       ARCITE.

       That’s mine, then;

       Ile arme you first.

       PALAMON.

       Do: pray thee, tell me, Cosen,

       Where gotst thou this good Armour?

       ARCITE.

       Tis the Dukes,

       And to say true, I stole it; doe I pinch you?

       PALAMON.

       Noe.

       ARCITE.

       Is’t not too heavie?

       PALAMON.

       I have worne a lighter,

       But I shall make it serve.

       ARCITE.

       Ile buckl’t close.

       PALAMON.

       By any meanes.

       ARCITE.

       You care not for a Grand guard?

       PALAMON.

       No, no; wee’l use no horses: I perceave

       You would faine be at that Fight.

       ARCITE.

       I am indifferent.

       PALAMON.

       Faith, so am I: good Cosen, thrust the buckle

       Through far enough.

       ARCITE.

       I warrant you.

       PALAMON.

       My Caske now.

       ARCITE.

       Will you fight bare-armd?

       PALAMON.

       We shall be the nimbler.

       ARCITE.

       But use your Gauntlets though; those are o’th least,

       Prethee take mine, good Cosen.

       PALAMON.

       Thanke you, Arcite.

       How doe I looke? am I falne much away?

       ARCITE.

       Faith, very little; love has usd you kindly.

       PALAMON.

       Ile warrant thee, Ile strike home.

       ARCITE.

       Doe, and spare not;

       Ile give you cause, sweet Cosen.

       PALAMON.

       Now to you, Sir:

       Me thinkes this Armor’s very like that, Arcite,

       Thou wor’st the day the 3. Kings fell, but lighter.

       ARCITE.

       That was a very good one; and that day,

       I well remember, you outdid me, Cosen.

       I never saw such valour: when you chargd

       Vpon the left wing of the Enemie,

       I spurd hard to come up, and under me

       I had a right good horse.

       PALAMON.

       You had indeede; a bright Bay, I remember.

       ARCITE.

       Yes, but all

       Was vainely labour’d in me; you outwent me,

       Nor could my wishes reach you; yet a little

       I did by imitation.

       PALAMON.

       More by vertue;

       You are modest, Cosen.

       ARCITE.

       When I saw you charge first,

       Me thought I heard a dreadfull clap of Thunder

       Breake from the Troope.

       PALAMON.

       But still before that flew

       The lightning of your valour. Stay a little,

       Is not this peece too streight?

       ARCITE.

       No, no, tis well.

       PALAMON.

       I would have nothing hurt thee but my Sword,

       A bruise would be dishonour.

       ARCITE.

       Now I am perfect.

       PALAMON.

       Stand off, then.

       ARCITE.

       Take my Sword, I hold it better.

       PALAMON.

       I thanke ye: No, keepe it; your life lyes on it.

       Here’s one; if it but hold, I aske no more

       For all my hopes: My Cause and honour guard me! [They bow

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