Название: The Winter’s Tale
Автор: Уильям Шекспир
Издательство: HarperCollins
Жанр: Классическая проза
isbn: 9780007535231
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Archidamus
Would they else be content to die?
Camillo
Yes; if there were no other excuse why they should desire to live.
Archidamus
If the King had no son, they would desire to live on crutches till he had one. | 40 |
[Exeunt.]
Scene II
Sicilia. The palace of Leontes.
[Enter LEONTES, POLIXENES, HERMIONE, MAMILLIUS, CAMILLO, and Attendants.]
Polixenes
Nine changes of the wat’ry star hath been
The shepherd’s note since we have left our throne
Without a burden. Time as long again
Would be fill’d up, my brother, with our thanks;
And yet we should for perpetuity | 5 |
Go hence in debt. And therefore, like a cipher,
Yet standing in rich place, I multiply
With one ‘We thank you’ many thousands moe
That go before it.
Leontes
Stay your thanks a while,
And pay them when you part.
Polixenes
Sir, that’s to-morrow. | 10 |
I am question’d by my fears of what may chance
Or breed upon our absence, that may blow
No sneaping winds at home, to make us say
‘This is put forth too truly’. Besides, I have stay’d
To tire your royalty.
Leontes
We are tougher, brother, | 15 |
Than you can put us to’t.
Polixenes
No longer stays.
Leontes
One sev’night longer.
Polixenes
Very sooth, to-morrow.
Leontes
We’ll part the time between’s then; and in that
I’ll no gainsaying.
Polixenes
Press me not, beseech you, so.
There is no tongue that moves, none, none i’ th’ world, | 20 |
So soon as yours could win me. So it should now,
Were there necessity in your request, although
’Twere needful I denied it. My affairs
Do even drag me homeward; which to hinder
Were in your love a whip to me; my stay | 25 |
To you a charge and trouble. To save both,
Farewell, our brother.
Leontes
Tongue-tied, our Queen? Speak you.
Hermione
I had thought, sir, to have held my peace until
You had drawn oaths from him not to stay. You, sir,
Charge him too coldly. Tell him you are sure | 30 |
All in Bohemia’s well – this satisfaction
The by-gone day proclaim’d. Say this to him,
He’s beat from his best ward.
Leontes
Well said, Hermione.
Hermione
To tell he longs to see his son were strong;
But let him say so then, and let him go; | 35 |
But let him swear so, and he shall not stay;
We’ll thwack him hence with distaffs.
[To POLIXENES] Yet of your royal presence I’ll adventure
The borrow of a week. When at Bohemia
You take my lord, I’ll give him my commission | 40 |
To let him there a month behind the gest
Prefix’d for’s parting. – Yet, good deed, Leontes,
I love thee not a jar o’ th’ clock behind
What lady she her lord. – You’ll stay?
Polixenes
No, madam.
Hermione
Nay, but you will?
Polixenes
I may not, verily. | 45 |
Hermione
Verily!
You put me off with limber vows; but I,
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