The Complete Works of William Shakespeare. Уильям Шекспир

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СКАЧАТЬ That any man turn ass,

       Leaving his wealth and ease

       A stubborn will to please,

       Ducdame, ducdame, ducdame;

       Here shall he see

       Gross fools as he,

       An if he will come to me.

       AMIENS

       What’s that “ducdame?”

       JAQUES

       ‘Tis a Greek invocation, to call fools into a circle. I’ll go sleep, if I can; if I cannot, I’ll rail against all the first-born of Egypt.

       AMIENS

       And I’ll go seek the duke; his banquet is prepared.

       [Exeunt severally.]

      SCENE VI. Another part of the Forest

       [Enter ORLANDO and ADAM.]

       ADAM

       Dear master, I can go no further: O, I die for food! Here lie I down, and measure out my grave. Farewell, kind master.

       ORLANDO

       Why, how now, Adam! no greater heart in thee? Live a little; comfort a little; cheer thyself a little. If this uncouth forest yield anything savage, I will either be food for it or bring it for food to thee. Thy conceit is nearer death than thy powers. For my sake be comfortable: hold death awhile at the arm’s end: I will here be with thee presently; and if I bring thee not something to eat, I’ll give thee leave to die: but if thou diest before I come, thou art a mocker of my labour. Well said! thou look’st cheerily: and I’ll be with thee quickly.—Yet thou liest in the bleak air: come, I will bear thee to some shelter; and thou shalt not die for lack of a dinner if there live anything in this desert. Cheerily, good Adam!

       [Exeunt.]

      SCENE VII. Another part of the Forest

       [A table set. Enter DUKE Senior, AMIENS, and others.]

       DUKE SENIOR

       I think he be transform’d into a beast;

       For I can nowhere find him like a man.

       FIRST LORD

       My lord, he is but even now gone hence;

       Here was he merry, hearing of a song.

       DUKE SENIOR

       If he, compact of jars, grow musical,

       We shall have shortly discord in the spheres.

       Go, seek him; tell him I would speak with him.

       FIRST LORD

       He saves my labour by his own approach.

       [Enter JAQUES.]

       DUKE SENIOR

       Why, how now, monsieur! what a life is this,

       That your poor friends must woo your company?

       What! you look merrily!

       JAQUES

       A fool, a fool!—I met a fool i’ the forest,

       A motley fool;—a miserable world!—

       As I do live by food, I met a fool,

       Who laid him down and bask’d him in the sun,

       And rail’d on Lady Fortune in good terms,

       In good set terms,—and yet a motley fool.

       “Good morrow, fool,” quoth I: “No, sir,” quoth he,

       “Call me not fool till heaven hath sent me fortune.”

       And then he drew a dial from his poke,

       And, looking on it with lack-lustre eye,

       Says very wisely, “It is ten o’clock:

       Thus we may see,” quoth he, “how the world wags;

       ‘Tis but an hour ago since it was nine;

       And after one hour more ‘twill be eleven;

       And so, from hour to hour, we ripe and ripe,

       And then, from hour to hour, we rot and rot;

       And thereby hangs a tale.” When I did hear

       The motley fool thus moral on the time,

       My lungs began to crow like chanticleer,

       That fools should be so deep contemplative;

       And I did laugh sans intermission

       An hour by his dial.—O noble fool!

       A worthy fool!—Motley’s the only wear.

       DUKE SENIOR

       What fool is this?

       JAQUES

       O worthy fool!—One that hath been a courtier,

       And says, if ladies be but young and fair,

       They have the gift to know it: and in his brain,—

       Which is as dry as the remainder biscuit

       After a voyage,—he hath strange places cramm’d

       With observation, the which he vents

       In mangled forms.-O that I were a fool!

       I am ambitious for a motley coat.

       DUKE SENIOR

       Thou shalt have one.

       JAQUES

       It is my only suit,

       Provided that you weed your better judgments

       Of all opinion that grows rank in them

       That I am wise. I must have liberty

       Withal, as large a charter as the wind,

       To blow on whom I please; for so fools have:

       And they that are most gallèd with my folly,

       They most must laugh. And why, sir, must they so?

       The “why” is plain as way to parish church:

       He that a fool doth very wisely hit

       Doth very foolishly, although he СКАЧАТЬ