The Winter’s Tale. Уильям Шекспир
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,
Though you would seek t’ unsphere the stars with oaths,
Should yet say ‘Sir, no going’. Verily,
You shall not go; a lady’s ‘verily’ is
| As potent as a lord’s. Will you go yet? | 50 |
Force me to keep you as a prisoner,
Not like a guest; so you shall pay your fees
When you depart, and save your thanks. How say you?
My prisoner or my guest? By your dread ‘verily’,
One of them you shall be.
Polixenes
| Your guest, then, madam: | 55 |
To be your prisoner should import offending;
Which is for me less easy to commit
Than you to punish.
Hermione
Not your gaoler then,
But your kind hostess. Come, I’ll question you
| Of my lord’s tricks and yours when you were boys. | 60 |
You were pretty lordings then!
Polixenes
We were, fair Queen,
Two lads that thought there was no more behind
But such a day to-morrow as to-day,
And to be boy eternal.
Hermione
Was not my lord
| The verier wag o’ th’ two? | 65 |
Polixenes
We were as twinn’d lambs that did frisk i’ th’ sun
And bleat the one at th’ other. What we chang’d
Was innocence for innocence; we knew not
The doctrine of ill-doing, nor dream’d
| That any did. Had we pursu’d that life, | 70 |
And our weak spirits ne’er been higher rear’d
With stronger blood, we should have answer’d heaven
Boldly ‘Not guilty’, the imposition clear’d
Hereditary ours.
Hermione
By this we gather
You have tripp’d since.
Polixenes
| O my most sacred lady, | 75 |
Temptations have since then been born to ’s, for
In those unfledg’d days was my wife a girl;
Your precious self had then not cross’d the eyes
Of my young playfellow.
Hermione
Grace to boot!
| Of this make no conclusion, lest you say |
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