Hamlet. Macbeth / Гамлет. Макбет - Уильям Шекспир Bilingua подарочная: иллюстрированная книга на языке оригинала с переводом

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Now, sir, young Fortinbras,

      Of unimproved mettle, hot and full,

      Hath in the skirts of Norway, here and there,

      Shark'd up a list of lawless resolutes,

      For food and diet, to some enterprise

      That hath a stomach in't; which is no other,

      As it doth well appear unto our state,

      But to recover of us by strong hand

      And terms compulsatory, those foresaid lands

      So by his father lost. And this, I take it,

      Is the main motive of our preparations,

      The source of this our watch, and the chief head

      Of this post-haste and rummage in the land.

Barnardo

      I think it be no other but e'en so:

      Well may it sort that this portentous figure

      Comes armed through our watch so like the

                               King

      That was and is the question of these wars.

Horatio

      A mote it is to trouble the mind's eye.

      In the most high and palmy state of Rome,

      A little ere the mightiest Julius fell,

      The graves stood tenantless and the sheeted dead

      Did squeak and gibber in the Roman streets;

      As stars with trains of fire and dews of blood,

      Disasters in the sun; and the moist star,

      Upon whose influence Neptune's empire stands,

      Was sick almost to doomsday with eclipse.

      And even the like precurse of fierce events,

      As harbingers preceding still the fates

      And prologue to the omen coming on,

      Have heaven and earth together demonstrated

      Unto our climatures and countrymen.

      [Re-enter Ghost]

      But, soft, behold! Lo, where it comes again!

      I'll cross it, though it blast me. Stay, illusion!

      If thou hast any sound, or use of voice,

      Speak to me.

      If there be any good thing to be done,

      That may to thee do ease, and grace to me,

      Speak to me.

      If thou art privy to thy country's fate,

      Which, happily, foreknowing may avoid,

      O speak!

      Or if thou hast uphoarded in thy life

      Extorted treasure in the womb of earth,

      For which, they say, you spirits oft walk in death,

      Speak of it. Stay, and speak!

      [The cock crows]

      Stop it, Marcellus!

Marcellus

      Shall I strike at it with my partisan?

Horatio

      Do, if it will not stand.

Barnardo

      'Tis here!

Horatio

      'Tis here!

      [Exit Ghost]

Marcellus

      'Tis gone!

      We do it wrong, being so majestical,

      To offer it the show of violence,

      For it is as the air, invulnerable,

      And our vain blows malicious mockery.

Barnardo

      It was about to speak, when the cock crew.

Horatio

      And then it started, like a guilty thing

      Upon a fearful summons. I have heard

      The cock, that is the trumpet to the morn,

      Doth with his lofty and shrill-sounding throat

      Awake the god of day; and at his warning,

      Whether in sea or fire, in earth or air,

      Th'extravagant and erring spirit hies

      To his confine. And of the truth herein

      This present object made probation.

Marcellus

      It faded on the crowing of the cock.

      Some say that ever 'gainst that season comes

      Wherein our Saviour's birth is celebrated,

      The bird of dawning singeth all night long;

      And then, they say, no spirit dare stir abroad,

      The nights are wholesome, then no planets strike,

      No fairy takes, nor witch hath power to charm;

      So hallow'd and so gracious is the time.

Horatio

      So have I heard, and do in part believe it.

      But look, the morn in russet mantle clad,

      Walks o'er the dew of yon high eastward hill.

      Break we our watch up, and by my advice,

      Let us impart what we have seen tonight

      Unto young Hamlet; for upon my life,

      This spirit, dumb to us, will speak to him.

      Do you consent we shall acquaint him with it,

      As needful in our loves, fitting our duty?

Marcellus

      Let's do't, I pray, and I this morning know

      Where we shall find him most conveniently.

      [Exeunt]

      Scene II

      Elsinore. A room of state in the Castle

      Enter Claudius King of Denmark, Gertrude the Queen, Hamlet, Polonius, Laertes, Voltemand, Cornelius, Lords and Attendant

King

      Though yet of Hamlet our dear brother's death

      The memory be green, and that it us befitted

      To bear our hearts in grief, and our whole

                               kingdom

      To be contracted in one brow of woe;

      Yet so far hath discretion fought with nature

      That we with wisest sorrow think on him,

      Together with remembrance of ourselves.

      Therefore our sometime sister, now our queen,

      Th'imperial jointress to this warlike state,

      Have we, as 'twere with a defeated joy,

      With one auspicious and one dropping eye,

      With mirth in funeral, and with dirge in

                               marriage,

      In equal scale weighing delight and dole,

      Taken to wife; nor have we herein barr'd

      Your better wisdoms, which have freely gone

      With this affair along. For all, our thanks.

      Now follows, that you know young Fortinbras,

      Holding a weak supposal of our worth,

      Or thinking by our late dear brother's

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