CYMBELINE. Уильям Шекспир
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Название: CYMBELINE
Автор: Уильям Шекспир
Издательство: Bookwire
Жанр: Языкознание
isbn: 9788027234097
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Out of your best aduice
Cym. Nay, let her languish
A drop of blood a day, and being aged
Dye of this Folly.
Enter.
Enter Pisanio.
Qu. Fye, you must giue way:
Heere is your Seruant. How now Sir? What newes?
Pisa. My Lord your Sonne, drew on my Master
Qu. Hah?
No harme I trust is done?
Pisa. There might haue beene,
But that my Master rather plaid, then fought,
And had no helpe of Anger: they were parted
By Gentlemen, at hand
Qu. I am very glad on’t
Imo. Your Son’s my Fathers friend, he takes his part
To draw vpon an Exile. O braue Sir,
I would they were in Affricke both together,
My selfe by with a Needle, that I might pricke
The goer backe. Why came you from your Master?
Pisa. On his command: he would not suffer mee
To bring him to the Hauen: left these Notes
Of what commands I should be subiect too,
When’t pleas’d you to employ me
Qu. This hath beene
Your faithfull Seruant: I dare lay mine Honour
He will remaine so
Pisa. I humbly thanke your Highnesse
Qu. Pray walke a-while
Imo. About some halfe houre hence,
Pray you speake with me;
You shall (at least) go see my Lord aboord.
For this time leaue me.
Exeunt.
SCENE III.
Enter Clotten, and two Lords.
1. Sir, I would aduise you to shift a Shirt; the Violence of Action hath made you reek as a Sacrifice: where ayre comes out, ayre comes in: There’s none abroad so wholesome as that you vent
Clot. If my Shirt were bloody, then to shift it.
Haue I hurt him?
2 No faith: not so much as his patience
1 Hurt him? His bodie’s a passable Carkasse if he bee
not hurt. It is a throughfare for Steele if it be not hurt
2 His Steele was in debt, it went o’th’ Backe-side the
Towne
Clot. The Villaine would not stand me
2 No, but he fled forward still, toward your face
1 Stand you? you haue Land enough of your owne:
But he added to your hauing, gaue you some ground
2 As many Inches, as you haue Oceans (Puppies.)
Clot. I would they had not come betweene vs
2 So would I, till you had measur’d how long a Foole
you were vpon the ground
Clot. And that shee should loue this Fellow, and refuse
mee
2 If it be a sin to make a true election, she is damn’d
1 Sir, as I told you alwayes: her Beauty & her Braine go not together. Shee’s a good signe, but I haue seene small reflection of her wit
2 She shines not vpon Fooles, least the reflection
Should hurt her
Clot. Come, Ile to my Chamber: would there had
beene some hurt done
2 I wish not so, vnlesse it had bin the fall of an Asse,
which is no great hurt
Clot. You’l go with vs?
1 Ile attend your Lordship
Clot. Nay come, let’s go together
2 Well my Lord.
Exeunt.
SCENE IV.
Enter Imogen, and Pisanio.
Imo. I would thou grew’st vnto the shores o’th’ Hauen,
And questioned’st euery Saile: if he should write,
And I not haue it, ‘twere a Paper lost
As offer’d mercy is: What was the last
That he spake to thee?
Pisa. It was his Queene, his Queene
Imo. Then wau’d his Handkerchiefe?
Pisa. And kist it, Madam
Imo. Senselesse Linnen, happier therein then I:
And that was all?
Pisa. No Madam: for so long
As he could make me with his eye, or eare,
Distinguish him from others, he did keepe
The Decke, with Gloue, or Hat, or Handkerchife,
Still wauing, as the fits and stirres of’s mind
Could best expresse how slow his Soule sayl’d on,
How swift his Ship
Imo. Thou should’st haue made him
As little as a Crow, or lesse, ere left
To after-eye him
Pisa. Madam, so I did
Imo. I would haue broke mine eye-strings;
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