CYMBELINE. Уильям Шекспир
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Название: CYMBELINE

Автор: Уильям Шекспир

Издательство: Bookwire

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isbn: 9788027234097

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СКАЧАТЬ Gui. He is but one: you, and my Brother search

       What Companies are neere: pray you away,

       Let me alone with him

       Clot. Soft, what are you

       That flye me thus? Some villaine-Mountainers?

       I haue heard of such. What Slaue art thou?

       Gui. A thing

       More slauish did I ne’re, then answering

       A Slaue without a knocke

       Clot. Thou art a Robber,

       A Law-breaker, a Villaine: yeeld thee Theefe

       Gui. To who? to thee? What art thou? Haue not I

       An arme as bigge as thine? A heart, as bigge:

       Thy words I grant are bigger: for I weare not

       My Dagger in my mouth. Say what thou art:

       Why I should yeeld to thee?

       Clot. Thou Villaine base,

       Know’st me not by my Cloathes?

       Gui. No, nor thy Taylor, Rascall:

       Who is thy Grandfather? He made those cloathes,

       Which (as it seemes) make thee

       Clo. Thou precious Varlet,

       My Taylor made them not

       Gui. Hence then, and thanke

       The man that gaue them thee. Thou art some Foole,

       I am loath to beate thee

       Clot. Thou iniurious Theefe,

       Heare but my name, and tremble

       Gui. What’s thy name?

       Clo. Cloten, thou Villaine

       Gui. Cloten, thou double Villaine be thy name,

       I cannot tremble at it, were it Toad, or Adder, Spider,

       ‘Twould moue me sooner

       Clot. To thy further feare,

       Nay, to thy meere Confusion, thou shalt know

       I am Sonne to’th’ Queene

       Gui. I am sorry for’t: not seeming

       So worthy as thy Birth

       Clot. Art not afeard?

       Gui. Those that I reuerence, those I feare: the Wise:

       At Fooles I laugh: not feare them

       Clot. Dye the death:

       When I haue slaine thee with my proper hand,

       Ile follow those that euen now fled hence:

       And on the Gates of Luds-Towne set your heads:

       Yeeld Rusticke Mountaineer.

       Fight and Exeunt.

       Enter Belarius and Aruiragus.

       Bel. No Companie’s abroad?

       Arui. None in the world: you did mistake him sure

       Bel. I cannot tell: Long is it since I saw him,

       But Time hath nothing blurr’d those lines of Fauour

       Which then he wore: the snatches in his voice,

       And burst of speaking were as his: I am absolute

       ‘Twas very Cloten

       Arui. In this place we left them;

       I wish my Brother make good time with him,

       You say he is so fell

       Bel. Being scarse made vp,

       I meane to man; he had not apprehension

       Of roaring terrors: For defect of iudgement

       Is oft the cause of Feare.

       Enter Guiderius.

       But see thy Brother

       Gui. This Cloten was a Foole, an empty purse,

       There was no money in’t: Not Hercules

       Could haue knock’d out his Braines, for he had none:

       Yet I not doing this, the Foole had borne

       My head, as I do his

       Bel. What hast thou done?

       Gui. I am perfect what: cut off one Clotens head,

       Sonne to the Queene (after his owne report)

       Who call’d me Traitor, Mountaineer, and swore

       With his owne single hand heel’d take vs in,

       Displace our heads, where (thanks the Gods) they grow

       And set them on Luds-Towne

       Bel. We are all vndone

       Gui. Why, worthy Father, what haue we to loose,

       But that he swore to take our Liues? the Law

       Protects not vs, then why should we be tender,

       To let an arrogant peece of flesh threat vs?

       Play Iudge, and Executioner, all himselfe?

       For we do feare the Law. What company

       Discouer you abroad?

       Bel. No single soule

       Can we set eye on: but in all safe reason

       He must haue some Attendants. Though his Honor

       Was nothing but mutation, I, and that

       From one bad thing to worse: Not Frenzie,

       Not absolute madnesse could so farre haue rau’d

       To bring him heere alone: although perhaps

       It may be heard at Court, that such as wee

       Caue heere, hunt heere, are Outlawes, and in time

       May make some stronger head, the which he hearing,

       (As it is like him) might breake out, and sweare

       Heel’d fetch vs in, yet is’t not probable

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