CYMBELINE. Уильям Шекспир

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       Gui. Nay, what hope

       Haue we in hiding vs? This way the Romaines

       Must, or for Britaines slay vs, or receiue vs

       For barbarous and vnnaturall Reuolts

       During their vse, and slay vs after

       Bel. Sonnes,

       Wee’l higher to the Mountaines, there secure vs.

       To the Kings party there’s no going: newnesse

       Of Clotens death (we being not knowne, nor muster’d

       Among the Bands) may driue vs to a render

       Where we haue liu’d; and so extort from’s that

       Which we haue done, whose answer would be death

       Drawne on with Torture

       Gui. This is (Sir) a doubt

       In such a time, nothing becomming you,

       Nor satisfying vs

       Arui. It is not likely,

       That when they heare their Roman horses neigh,

       Behold their quarter’d Fires; haue both their eyes

       And eares so cloyd importantly as now,

       That they will waste their time vpon our note,

       To know from whence we are

       Bel. Oh, I am knowne

       Of many in the Army: Many yeeres

       (Though Cloten then but young) you see, not wore him

       From my remembrance. And besides, the King

       Hath not deseru’d my Seruice, nor your Loues,

       Who finde in my Exile, the want of Breeding;

       The certainty of this heard life, aye hopelesse

       To haue the courtesie your Cradle promis’d,

       But to be still hot Summers Tanlings, and

       The shrinking Slaues of Winter

       Gui. Then be so,

       Better to cease to be. Pray Sir, to’th’ Army:

       I, and my Brother are not knowne; your selfe

       So out of thought, and thereto so ore-growne,

       Cannot be question’d

       Arui. By this Sunne that shines

       Ile thither: What thing is’t, that I neuer

       Did see man dye, scarse euer look’d on blood,

       But that of Coward Hares, hot Goats, and Venison?

       Neuer bestrid a Horse saue one, that had

       A Rider like my selfe, who ne’re wore Rowell,

       Nor Iron on his heele? I am asham’d

       To looke vpon the holy Sunne, to haue

       The benefit of his blest Beames, remaining

       So long a poore vnknowne

       Gui. By heauens Ile go,

       If you will blesse me Sir, and giue me leaue,

       Ile take the better care: but if you will not,

       The hazard therefore due fall on me, by

       The hands of Romaines

       Arui. So say I, Amen Bel. No reason I (since of your liues you set

       So slight a valewation) should reserue

       My crack’d one to more care. Haue with you Boyes:

       If in your Country warres you chance to dye,

       That is my Bed too (Lads) and there Ile lye.

       Lead, lead; the time seems long, their blood thinks scorn

       Till it flye out, and shew them Princes borne.

       Exeunt.