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Название: CYMBELINE

Автор: Уильям Шекспир

Издательство: Bookwire

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СКАЧАТЬ style="font-size:15px;">       Who let’s go by no vantages, that may

       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,

       A Hilding for a Liuorie, a Squires СКАЧАТЬ