The Winter’s Tale. Уильям Шекспир

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СКАЧАТЬ a royal husband;

      Th’ other for some while a friend.

      [Giving her hand to POLIXENES.]

       Leontes

      [Aside] Too hot, too hot!

      To mingle friendship far is mingling bloods.

I have tremor cordis on me; my heart dances,

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      But not for joy, not joy. This entertainment

      May a free face put on; derive a liberty

      From heartiness, from bounty, fertile bosom,

      And well become the agent. ’T may, I grant;

But to be paddling palms and pinching fingers,

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      As now they are, and making practis’d smiles

      As in a looking-glass; and then to sigh, as ’twere

      The mort o’ th’ deer. O, that is entertainment

      My bosom likes not, nor my brows! Mamillius,

      Art thou my boy?

       Mamillius

      Ay, my good lord.

       Leontes

I’ fecks!

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      Why, that’s my bawcock. What! hast smutch’d thy nose?

      They say it is a copy out of mine. Come, Captain,

      We must be neat – not neat, but cleanly, Captain.

      And yet the steer, the heifer, and the calf,

Are all call’d neat. – Still virginalling

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      Upon his palm? – How now, you wanton calf,

      Art thou my calf?

       Mamillius

      Yes, if you will, my lord.

       Leontes

      Thou want’st a rough pash and the shoots that I have,

      To be full like me; yet they say we are

Almost as like as eggs. Women say so,

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      That will say any thing. But were they false

      As o’er-dy’d blacks, as wind, as waters – false

      As dice are to be wish’d by one that fixes

      No bourn ’twixt his and mine; yet were it true

To say this boy were like me. Come, sir page,

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      Look on me with your welkin eye. Sweet villain!

      Most dear’st! my collop! Can thy dam? – may’t be?

      Affection! thy intention stabs the centre.

      Thou dost make possible things not so held,

Communicat’st with dreams – how can this be? –

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      With what’s unreal thou coactive art,

      And fellow’st nothing. Then ’tis very credent

      Thou mayst co-join with something; and thou dost –

      And that beyond commission; and I find it,

And that to the infection of my brains

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      And hard’ning of my brows.

       Polixenes

      What means Sicilia?

       Hermione

      He something seems unsettled.

       Polixenes

      How, my lord!

      What cheer? How is’t with you, best brother?

       Hermione

      You look

      As if you held a brow of much distraction.

      Are you mov’d, my lord?

       Leontes

No, in good earnest.

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      How sometimes nature will betray its folly,

      Its tenderness, and make itself a pastime

      To harder bosoms! Looking on the lines

      Of my boy’s face, me thoughts I did recoil

Twenty-three years; and saw myself unbreech’d,

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      In my green velvet coat; my dagger muzzl’d,

      Lest it should bite its master and so prove,

      As ornaments oft do, too dangerous.

      How like, methought, I then was to this kernel,

This squash, this gentleman. Mine honest friend,

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      Will you take eggs for money?

       Mamillius

      No, my lord, I’ll fight.

       Leontes

      You will? Why, happy man be’s dole! My brother,

      Are you so fond of your young prince as we

      Do seem to be of ours?

       Polixenes

If at home, sir,

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      He’s all my exercise, my mirth, my matter;

      Now my sworn friend, and then mine enemy;

      My parasite, my soldier, statesman, all.

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