Читать книгу The Complete Works of Shakespeare онлайн

389 страница из 942

Die when you will, a smock shall be your shroud.

You leer upon me, do you? There’s an eye

Wounds like a leaden sword.

Boyet.

Full merrily

Hath this brave [manage], this career, been run.

Ber.

Lo, he is tilting straight! Peace, I have done.

Enter Clown [Costard].

Welcome, pure wit, thou part’st a fair fray.

Cost.

O Lord, sir, they would know

Whether the three Worthies shall come in or no.

Ber.

What, are there but three?

Cost.

No, sir, but it is vara fine,

For every one pursents three.

Ber.

And three times thrice is nine.

Cost.

Not so, sir, under correction, sir, I hope it is not so.

You cannot beg us, sir, I can assure you, sir, we know what we know.

I hope, sir, three times thrice, sir—

Ber. Is not nine.

Cost. Under correction, sir, we know whereuntil it doth amount.

Ber. By Jove, I always took three threes for nine.

Cost. O Lord, sir, it were pity you should get your living by reck’ning, sir.

Ber. How much is it?

Cost. O Lord, sir, the parties themselves, the actors, sir, will show whereuntil it doth amount. For mine own part, I am, as [they] say, but to parfect one man in one poor man, Pompion the Great, sir.