Название: CYMBELINE
Автор: Уильям Шекспир
Издательство: Bookwire
Жанр: Языкознание
isbn: 9788027234097
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Preferre you to his daughter: Frame your selfe
To orderly solicity, and be friended
With aptnesse of the season: make denials
Encrease your Seruices: so seeme, as if
You were inspir’d to do those duties which
You tender to her: that you in all obey her,
Saue when command to your dismission tends,
And therein you are senselesse
Clot. Senselesse? Not so Mes. So like you (Sir) Ambassadors from Rome;
The one is Caius Lucius
Cym. A worthy Fellow,
Albeit he comes on angry purpose now;
But that’s no fault of his: we must receyue him
According to the Honor of his Sender,
And towards himselfe, his goodnesse forespent on vs
We must extend our notice: Our deere Sonne,
When you haue giuen good morning to your Mistris,
Attend the Queene, and vs, we shall haue neede
T’ employ you towards this Romane.
Come our Queene.
Exeunt.
Clot. If she be vp, Ile speake with her: if not
Let her lye still, and dreame: by your leaue hoa,
I know her women are about her: what
If I do line one of their hands, ‘tis Gold
Which buyes admittance (oft it doth) yea, and makes
Diana’s Rangers false themselues, yeeld vp
Their Deere to’th’ stand o’th’ Stealer: and ‘tis Gold
Which makes the True-man kill’d, and saues the Theefe:
Nay, sometime hangs both Theefe, and True-man: what
Can it not do, and vndoo? I will make
One of her women Lawyer to me, for
I yet not vnderstand the case my selfe.
By your leaue.
Knockes.
Enter a Lady.
La. Who’s there that knockes?
Clot. A Gentleman
La. No more
Clot. Yes, and a Gentlewomans Sonne
La. That’s more
Then some whose Taylors are as deere as yours,
Can iustly boast of: what’s your Lordships pleasure?
Clot. Your Ladies person, is she ready?
La. I, to keepe her Chamber
Clot. There is Gold for you,
Sell me your good report
La. How, my good name? or to report of you
What I shall thinke is good. The Princesse.
Enter Imogen.
Clot. Good morrow fairest, Sister your sweet hand
Imo. Good morrow Sir, you lay out too much paines
For purchasing but trouble: the thankes I giue,
Is telling you that I am poore of thankes,
And scarse can spare them
Clot. Still I sweare I loue you
Imo. If you but said so, ‘twere as deepe with me:
If you sweare still, your recompence is still
That I regard it not
Clot. This is no answer
Imo. But that you shall not say, I yeeld being silent,
I would not speake. I pray you spare me, ‘faith
I shall vnfold equall discourtesie
To your best kindnesse: one of your great knowing
Should learne (being taught) forbearance
Clot. To leaue you in your madnesse, ‘twere my sin,
I will not
Imo. Fooles are not mad Folkes
Clot. Do you call me Foole?
Imo. As I am mad I do:
If you’l be patient, Ile no more be mad,
That cures vs both. I am much sorry (Sir)
You put me to forget a Ladies manners
By being so verball: and learne now, for all,
That I which know my heart, do heere pronounce
By th’ very truth of it, I care not for you,
And am so neere the lacke of Charitie
To accuse my selfe, I hate you: which I had rather
You felt, then make’t my boast
Clot. You sinne against
Obedience, which you owe your Father, for
The Contract you pretend with that base Wretch,
One, bred of Almes, and foster’d with cold dishes,
With scraps o’th’ Court: It is no Contract, none;
And though it be allowed in meaner parties
(Yet who then he more meane) to knit their soules
(On whom there is no more dependancie
But Brats and Beggery) in selfe-figur’d knot,
Yet you are curb’d from that enlargement, by
The consequence o’th’ Crowne, and must not foyle
The precious note of it; with a base Slaue,
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