Беспокойное бессмертие: 450 лет со дня рождения Уильяма Шекспира
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Richard
Lady, you know no rules of charity, Which renders good for bad, blessings for curses.Anne
Villain, thou know’st no law of God nor man. No beast so fierce but knows some touch of pity.Richard
But I know none, and therefore am no beast.
Anne
Oh, wonderful, when devils tell the truth!
Richard
More wonderful, when angels are so angry. Vouchsafe, divine perfection of a woman, Of these suppos`ed crimes to give me leave By circumstance but to acquit myself.Anne
Vouchsafe, defused infection of a man, Of these known evils but to give me leave By circumstance to curse thy curs`ed self.Richard
Fairer than tongue can name thee, let me have Some patient leisure to excuse myself.Anne
Fouler than heart can think thee, thou canst make No `excuse current but to hang thyself.Richard
By such despair I should accuse myself.
Anne
And by despairing, shalst thou stand excused For doing worthy vengeance on thyself, Which didst unworthy slaughter upon others.Richard
Say that I slew them not.
Anne
Then say they were not slain. But dead they are, and, devilish slave, by thee.Richard
I did not kill your husband.
Anne
Why, then he is alive.
Richard
Nay, he is dead, and slain by Edward’s hands.
Anne
In thy foul throat thou liest. Queen Margaret saw Thy murd’rous falchion smoking in his blood, The which thou once didst bend against her breast, But that thy brothers beat aside the point.Richard
I was provok`ed by her sland’rous tongue, That laid their guilt upon my guiltless shoulders.Anne
Thou wast provok`ed by thy bloody mind, Which never dream’st on aught but butcheries. Didst thou not kill this king?Richard
I grant ye.
Anne
Dost grant me, hedgehog? Then God grant me too Thou mayst be damn`ed for that wicked deed. Oh, he was gentle, mild, and virtuous.Richard
The better for the king of heaven that hath him.
Anne
He is in heaven, where thou shalt never come.
Richard
Let him thank me, that holp to send him thither, For he was fitter for that place than earth.Anne
And thou unfit for any place but hell.
Richard
Yes, one place else, if you will hear me name it.
Anne
Some dungeon.
Richard
Your bedchamber.
Anne
Ill rest betide the chamber where thou liest.
Richard
So will it, madam, till I lie with you.
Anne
I hope so.
Richard
I know so. But gentle Lady Anne, To leave this keen encounter of our wits And fall something into a slower method, Is not the causer of the timeless deaths Of these Plantagenets, Henry and Edward, As blameful as the executioner?Anne
Thou wast the cause and most accursed effect.
Richard
Your beauty was the cause of that effect: Your beauty, that did haunt me in my sleep To undertake the death of all the world, So I might live one hour in your sweet bosom.Anne
If I thought that, I tell thee, homicide, These nails should rend that beauty from my cheeks.Richard
These eyes could never endure sweet beauty’s wreck. You should not blemish it if I stood by. As all the world is cheered by the sun, So I by that. It is my day, my life.Anne
Black night o’ershade thy day, and death thy life.
Richard
Curse not thyself, fair creature; thou art both.
Anne