The Complete Works of William Shakespeare. Уильям Шекспир

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СКАЧАТЬ the dowry of his wife; ‘tis none of his own getting. Horns? Ever to poor men alone?—No, no; the noblest deer hath them as huge as the rascal. Is the single man therefore blessed? No: as a walled town is more worthier than a village, so is the forehead of a married man more honourable than the bare brow of a bachelor: and by how much defence is better than no skill, by so much is horn more precious than to want. Here comes Sir Oliver.

       [Enter SIR OLIVER MARTEXT.]

       Sir Oliver Martext, you are well met. Will you despatch us here under this tree, or shall we go with you to your chapel?

       MARTEXT

       Is there none here to give the woman?

       TOUCHSTONE

       I will not take her on gift of any man.

       MARTEXT

       Truly, she must be given, or the marriage is not lawful.

       JAQUES

       [Discovering himself.] Proceed, proceed; I’ll give her.

       TOUCHSTONE

       Good even, good Master “What-ye-call’t”: how do you, sir? You are very well met: God ‘ild you for your last company: I am very glad to see you:—even a toy in hand here, sir:—nay; pray be covered.

       JAQUES

       Will you be married, motley?

       TOUCHSTONE

       As the ox hath his bow, sir, the horse his curb, and the falcon her bells, so man hath his desires; and as pigeons bill, so wedlock would be nibbling.

       JAQUES

       And will you, being a man of your breeding, be married under a bush, like a beggar? Get you to church and have a good priest that can tell you what marriage is: this fellow will but join you together as they join wainscot; then one of you will prove a shrunk panel, and like green timber, warp, warp.

       TOUCHSTONE

       [Aside] I am not in the mind but I were better to be married of him than of another: for he is not like to marry me well; and not being well married, it will be a good excuse for me hereafter to leave my wife.

       JAQUES

       Go thou with me, and let me counsel thee.

       TOUCHSTONE

       Come, sweet Audrey; We must be married or we must live in bawdry.

       Farewell, good Master Oliver!—Not—

       “O sweet Oliver,

       O brave Oliver,

       Leave me not behind thee.”

       But,—

       “Wind away,—

       Begone, I say,

       I will not to wedding with thee.”

       [Exeunt JAQUES, TOUCHSTONE, and AUDREY.]

       MARTEXT

       ‘Tis no matter; ne’er a fantastical knave of them all shall flout me out of my calling.

       [Exit.]

      SCENE IV. Another part of the Forest. Before a Cottage

       [Enter ROSALIND and CELIA.]

       ROSALIND

       Never talk to me; I will weep.

       CELIA

       Do, I pr’ythee; but yet have the grace to consider that tears do not become a man.

       ROSALIND

       But have I not cause to weep?

       CELIA

       As good cause as one would desire; therefore weep.

       ROSALIND

       His very hair is of the dissembling colour.

       CELIA

       Something browner than Judas’s: marry, his kisses are Judas’s own children.

       ROSALIND

       I’ faith, his hair is of a good colour.

       CELIA

       An excellent colour: your chestnut was ever the only colour.

       ROSALIND

       And his kissing is as full of sanctity as the touch of holy bread.

       CELIA

       He hath bought a pair of cast lips of Diana: a nun of winter’s sisterhood kisses not more religiously; the very ice of chastity is in them.

       ROSALIND

       But why did he swear he would come this morning, and comes not?

       CELIA

       Nay, certainly, there is no truth in him.

       ROSALIND

       Do you think so?

       CELIA

       Yes; I think he is not a pick-purse nor a horse-stealer; but for his verity in love, I do think him as concave as a covered goblet or a worm-eaten nut.

       ROSALIND

       Not true in love?

       CELIA

       Yes, when he is in; but I think he is not in.

       ROSALIND

       You have heard him swear downright he was.

       CELIA

       “Was” is not “is”: besides, the oath of a lover is no stronger than the word of a tapster; they are both the confirmer of false reckonings. He attends here in the forest on the duke, your father.

       ROSALIND

       I met the duke yesterday, and had much question with him. He asked me of what parentage I was; I told him, of as good as he; so he laughed and let me go. But what talk we of fathers when there is such a man as Orlando?

       CELIA

       O, that’s a brave man! he writes brave verses, speaks brave words, swears brave oaths, and breaks them bravely, quite traverse, athwart the heart of his lover; as a puny tilter, that spurs his horse but on one side, breaks his staff like a noble goose: but all’s brave that youth mounts and folly guides. —Who comes here?

       [Enter CORIN.]

       CORIN

       Mistress and master, you have oft enquired

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