Tragedies. King Lear. Othello. Julius Ceasar / Трагедии. Король Лир. Отелло. Юлий Цезарь. Уильям Шекспир

Tragedies. King Lear. Othello. Julius Ceasar / Трагедии. Король Лир. Отелло. Юлий Цезарь - Уильям Шекспир


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the house of BRUTUS.

      Enter PORTIA and LUCIUS

      PORTIA

      I prithee, boy, run to the senate-house;

      Stay not to answer me, but get thee gone:

      Why dost thou stay?

      LUCIUS

      To know my errand, madam.

      PORTIA

      I would have had thee there, and here again,

      Ere I can tell thee what thou shouldst do there.

      O constancy, be strong upon my side,

      Set a huge mountain ’tween my heart and tongue!

      I have a man’s mind, but a woman’s might.

      How hard it is for women to keep counsel!

      Art thou here yet?

      LUCIUS

      Madam, what should I do?

      Run to the Capitol, and nothing else?

      And so return to you, and nothing else?

      PORTIA

      Yes, bring me word, boy, if thy lord look well,

      For he went sickly forth: and take good note

      What Caesar doth, what suitors press to him.

      Hark, boy! what noise is that?

      LUCIUS

      I hear none, madam.

      PORTIA

      Prithee, listen well;

      I heard a bustling rumour, like a fray,

      And the wind brings it from the Capitol.

      LUCIUS

      Sooth, madam, I hear nothing.

      Enter the Soothsayer

      PORTIA

      Come hither, fellow: which way hast thou been?

      SOOTHSAYER

      At mine own house, good lady.

      PORTIA

      What is’t o’clock?

      SOOTHSAYER

      About the ninth hour, lady.

      PORTIA

      Is Caesar yet gone to the Capitol?

      SOOTHSAYER

      Madam, not yet: I go to take my stand,

      To see him pass on to the Capitol.

      PORTIA

      Thou hast some suit to Caesar, hast thou not?

      SOOTHSAYER

      That I have, lady: if it will please Caesar

      To be so good to Caesar as to hear me,

      I shall beseech him to befriend himself.

      PORTIA

      Why, know’st thou any harm’s intended towards him?

      SOOTHSAYER

      None that I know will be, much that I fear may chance.

      Good morrow to you. Here the street is narrow:

      The throng that follows Caesar at the heels,

      Of senators, of praetors, common suitors,

      Will crowd a feeble man almost to death:

      I’ll get me to a place more void, and there

      Speak to great Caesar as he comes along.

      Exit

      PORTIA

      I must go in. Ay me, how weak a thing

      The heart of woman is! O Brutus,

      The heavens speed thee in thine enterprise!

      Sure, the boy heard me: Brutus hath a suit

      That Caesar will not grant. O, I grow faint.

      Run, Lucius, and commend me to my lord;

      Say I am merry: come to me again,

      And bring me word what he doth say to thee.

      Exeunt severally

      Act III

      Scene I

      Rome. Before the Capitol; the Senate sitting above.

      A crowd of people; among them ARTEMIDORUS and the Soothsayer. Flourish. Enter CAESAR, BRUTUS, CASSIUS, CASCA, DECIUS BRUTUS, METELLUS CIMBER, TREBONIUS, CINNA, ANTONY, LEPIDUS, POPILIUS, PUBLIUS, and others

      CAESAR

      [To the Soothsayer] The ides of March are come.

      SOOTHSAYER

      Ay, Caesar; but not gone.

      ARTEMIDORUS

      Hail, Caesar! read this schedule.

      DECIUS BRUTUS

      Trebonius doth desire you to o’erread,

      At your best leisure, this his humble suit.

      ARTEMIDORUS

      O Caesar, read mine first; for mine’s a suit

      That touches Caesar nearer: read it, great Caesar.

      CAESAR

      What touches us ourself shall be last served.

      ARTEMIDORUS

      Delay not, Caesar; read it instantly.

      CAESAR

      What, is the fellow mad?

      PUBLIUS

      Sirrah, give place.

      CASSIUS

      What, urge you your petitions in the street?

      Come to the Capitol.

      CAESAR goes up to the Senate-House, the rest following

      POPILIUS

      I wish your enterprise to-day may thrive.

      CASSIUS

      What enterprise, Popilius?

      POPILIUS

      Fare you well.

      Advances to CAESAR

      BRUTUS

      What said Popilius Lena?

      CASSIUS

      He wish’d to-day our enterprise might thrive.

      I fear our purpose is discovered.

      BRUTUS

      Look, how he makes to Caesar; mark him.

      CASSIUS

      Casca, be sudden, for we fear prevention.

      Brutus, what shall be done? If this be known,

      Cassius or Caesar never shall turn back,

      For I will slay myself.

      BRUTUS

      Cassius, be constant:

      Popilius Lena speaks not of our purposes;

      For, look, he smiles, and Caesar doth not change.

      CASSIUS

      Trebonius


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