Беспокойное бессмертие: 450 лет со дня рождения Уильяма Шекспира

I do the wrong, and first begin to brawl.
The secret mischiefs that I set abroach
I lay unto the grievous charge of others.
Clarence, who I indeed have cast in darkness,
I do beweep to many simple gulls,
Namely to Derby, Hastings, Buckingham,
And tell them ’tis the queen and her allies
That stir the king against the duke my brother.
Now they believe it, and withal whet me
To be revenged on Rivers, Dorset, Grey.
But then I sigh, and, with a piece of scripture
Tell them that God bids us do good for evil.
And thus I clothe my naked villainy
With odd old ends stolen out of holy writ.
And seem a saint, when most I play the devil.

^{Enter two Murderers.}

But, soft, here come my executioners —
How now, my hardy, stout, resolv`ed mates,
Are you now going to dispatch this thing?

First Murderer

We are, my lord, and come to have the warrant
That we may be admitted where he is.

Richard

Well thought upon, I have it here about me.
When you have done, repair to Crosby Place.
But, sirs, be sudden in the execution,
Withal obdurate. Do not hear him plead,
For Clarence is well spoken and perhaps
May move your hearts to pity if you mark him.

First Murderer

Tut, tut, my lord, we will not stand to prate;
Talkers are no good doers. Be assured
We come to use our hands and not our tongues.

Richard

Your eyes drop millstones, when fools’ eyes fall tears.
I like you, lads. About your business straight.
Go, go, dispatch.

Murderers

We will, my noble lord.

^Exeunt.

Scene 4

^{Enter Clarence and Keeper.}

Keeper

Why looks your grace so heavily today?

Clarence

Oh, I have passed a miserable night,
So full of fearful dreams, of ugly sights,
That as I am a Christian faithful man,
I would not spend another such a night
Though ’twere to buy a world of happy days,
So full of dismal terror was the time.

Keeper

What was your dream, my lord? I pray you, tell me.

Clarence