Читать книгу The Tragedy of Julius Caesar - Уильям Шекспир, William Szekspir, the Simon Studio - Страница 3

  CAESAR. Calpurnia!

  CASCA. Peace, ho! Caesar speaks.

                                                   Music ceases.

  CAESAR. Calpurnia!

  CALPURNIA. Here, my lord.

  CAESAR. Stand you directly in Antonio's way,

    When he doth run his course. Antonio!

  ANTONY. Caesar, my lord?

  CAESAR. Forget not in your speed, Antonio,

    To touch Calpurnia, for our elders say

    The barren, touched in this holy chase,

    Shake off their sterile curse.

  ANTONY. I shall remember.

    When Caesar says "Do this," it is perform'd.

  CAESAR. Set on, and leave no ceremony out. Flourish.

  SOOTHSAYER. Caesar!

  CAESAR. Ha! Who calls?

  CASCA. Bid every noise be still. Peace yet again!

  CAESAR. Who is it in the press that calls on me?

    I hear a tongue, shriller than all the music,

    Cry "Caesar." Speak, Caesar is turn'd to hear.

  SOOTHSAYER. Beware the ides of March.

  CAESAR. What man is that?

  BRUTUS. A soothsayer you beware the ides of March.

  CAESAR. Set him before me let me see his face.

  CASSIUS. Fellow, come from the throng; look upon Caesar.

  CAESAR. What say'st thou to me now? Speak once again.

  SOOTHSAYER. Beware the ides of March.

  CAESAR. He is a dreamer; let us leave him. Pass.

                      Sennet. Exeunt all but Brutus and Cassius.

  CASSIUS. Will you go see the order of the course?

  BRUTUS. Not I.

  CASSIUS. I pray you, do.

  BRUTUS. I am not gamesome; I do lack some part

    Of that quick spirit that is in Antony.

    Let me not hinder, Cassius, your desires;

    I'll leave you.

  CASSIUS. Brutus, I do observe you now of late;

    I have not from your eyes that gentleness

    And show of love as I was wont to have;

    You bear too stubborn and too strange a hand

    Over your friend that loves you.

  BRUTUS. Cassius,

    Be not deceived; if I have veil'd my look,

    I turn the trouble of my countenance

    Merely upon myself. Vexed I am

    Of late with passions of some difference,

    Conceptions only proper to myself,

    Which give some soil perhaps to my behaviors;

    But let not therefore my good friends be grieved-

    Among which number, Cassius, be you one-

    Nor construe any further my neglect

    Than that poor Brutus with himself at war

    Forgets the shows of love to other men.

  CASSIUS. Then, Brutus, I have much mistook your passion,

    By means whereof this breast of mine hath buried

    Thoughts of great value, worthy cogitations.

    Tell me, good Brutus, can you see your face?

  BRUTUS. No, Cassius, for the eye sees not itself

    But by reflection, by some other things.

  CASSIUS. 'Tis just,

    And it is very much lamented, Brutus,

    That you have no such mirrors as will turn

    Your hidden worthiness into your eye

    That you might see your shadow. I have heard

    Where many of the best respect in Rome,

    Except immortal Caesar, speaking of Brutus

    And groaning underneath this age's yoke,

    Have wish'd that noble Brutus had his eyes.

  BRUTUS. Into what dangers would you lead me, Cassius,

    That you would have me seek into myself

    For that which is not in me?

  CASSIUS. Therefore, good Brutus, be prepared to hear,

    And since you know you cannot see yourself

    So well as by reflection, I your glass

    Will modestly discover to yourself

    That of yourself which you yet know not of.

    And be not jealous on me, gentle Brutus;

    Were I a common laugher, or did use

    To stale with ordinary oaths my love

    To every new protester, if you know

    That I do fawn on men and hug them hard

    And after scandal them, or if you know

    That I profess myself in banqueting

    To all the rout, then hold me dangerous.

                                             Flourish and shout.

  BRUTUS. What means this shouting? I do fear the people

    Choose Caesar for their king.

  CASSIUS. Ay, do you fear it?

    Then must I think you would not have it so.

  BRUTUS. I would not, Cassius, yet I love him well.

    But wherefore do you hold me here so long?

    What is it that you would impart to me?

    If it be aught toward the general good,

    Set honor in one eye and death i' the other

    And I will look on both indifferently.

    For let the gods so speed me as I love

    The name of honor more than I fear death.

  CASSIUS. I know that virtue to be in you, Brutus,

    As well as I do know your outward favor.

    Well, honor is the subject of my story.

    I cannot tell what you and other men

    Think of this life, but, for my single self,

    I had as lief not be as live to be

    In awe of such a thing as I myself.

    I was born free as Caesar, so were you;

    We both have fed as well, and we can both

    Endure the winter's cold as well as he.

    For once, upon a raw and gusty day,

    The troubled Tiber chafing with her shores,

    Caesar said to me, "Darest thou, Cassius, now

    Leap in with me into this angry flood

    And swim to yonder point?" Upon the word,

    Accoutred as I was, I plunged in

    And bade him follow. So indeed he did.

    The torrent roar'd, and we did buffet it

    With lusty sinews, throwing it aside

    And stemming it with hearts of controversy.

    But ere we could arrive the point proposed,

    Caesar cried, "Help me, Cassius, or I sink!

    I, as Aeneas our great ancestor

    Did from the flames of Troy upon his shoulder

    The old Anchises bear, so from the waves of Tiber

    Did I the tired Caesar. And this man

    Is now become a god, and Cassius is

    A wretched creature and must bend his body

    If Caesar carelessly but nod on him.

    He had a fever when he was in Spain,

    And when the fit was on him I did mark

    How he did shake. 'Tis true, this god did shake;

    His coward lips did from their color fly,

    And that same eye whose bend doth awe the world

    Did lose his luster. I did hear him groan.

    Ay, and that tongue of his that bade the Romans

    Mark him and write his speeches in their books,

    Alas, it cried, "Give me some drink, Titinius,"

    As a sick girl. Ye gods! It doth amaze me

    A man of such a feeble temper should

    So get the start of the majestic world

    And bear the palm alone. Shout. Flourish.

  BRUTUS. Another general shout!

    I do believe that these applauses are

    For some new honors that are heap'd on Caesar.

  CASSIUS. Why, man, he doth bestride the narrow world

    Like a Colossus, and we petty men

    Walk under his huge legs and peep about

    To find ourselves dishonorable graves.

    Men at some time are masters of their fates:

    The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars,

    But in ourselves that we are underlings.

    Brutus and Caesar: what should be in that "Caesar"?

    Why should that name be sounded more than yours?

    Write them together, yours is as fair a name;

    Sound them, it doth become the mouth as well;

    Weigh them, it is as heavy; conjure with 'em,

    "Brutus" will start a spirit as soon as "Caesar."

    Now, in the names of all the gods at once,

    Upon what meat doth this our Caesar feed

    That he is grown so great? Age, thou art shamed!

    Rome, thou hast lost the breed of noble bloods!

    When went there by an age since the great flood

    But it was famed with more than with one man?

    When could they say till now that talk'd of Rome

    That her wide walls encompass'd but one man?

    Now is it Rome indeed, and room enough,

    When there is in it but one only man.

    O, you and I have heard our fathers say

    There was a Brutus once that would have brook'd

    The eternal devil to keep his state in Rome

    As easily as a king.

  BRUTUS. That you do love me, I am nothing jealous;

    What you would work me to, I have some aim.

    How I have thought of this and of these times,

    I shall recount hereafter; for this present,

    I would not, so with love I might entreat you,

    Be any further moved. What you have said

    I will consider; what you have to say

    I will with patience hear, and find a time

    Both meet to hear and answer such high things.

    Till then, my noble friend, chew upon this:

    Brutus had rather be a villager

    Than to repute himself a son of Rome

    Under these hard conditions as this time

    Is like to lay upon us.

  CASSIUS. I am glad that my weak words

    Have struck but thus much show of fire from Brutus.

  BRUTUS. The games are done, and Caesar is returning.

  CASSIUS. As they pass by, pluck Casca by the sleeve,

    And he will, after his sour fashion, tell you

    What hath proceeded worthy note today.

  BRUTUS. I will do so. But, look you, Cassius,

    The angry spot doth glow on Caesar's brow,

    And all the rest look like a chidden train:

    Calpurnia's cheek is pale, and Cicero

    Looks with such ferret and such fiery eyes

    As we have seen him in the Capitol,

    Being cross'd in conference by some senators.

  CASSIUS. Casca will tell us what the matter is.

  CAESAR. Antonio!

  ANTONY. Caesar?

  CAESAR. Let me have men about me that are fat,

    Sleek-headed men, and such as sleep o' nights:

    Yond Cassius has a lean and hungry look;

    He thinks too much; such men are dangerous.

  ANTONY. Fear him not, Caesar; he's not dangerous;

    He is a noble Roman and well given.

  CAESAR. Would he were fatter! But I fear him not,

    Yet if my name were liable to fear,

    I do not know the man I should avoid

    So soon as that spare Cassius. He reads much,

    He is a great observer, and he looks

    Quite through the deeds of men. He loves no plays,

    As thou dost, Antony; he hears no music;

    Seldom he smiles, and smiles in such a sort

    As if he mock'd himself and scorn'd his spirit

    That could be moved to smile at anything.

    Such men as he be never at heart's ease

    Whiles they behold a greater than themselves,

    And therefore are they very dangerous.

    I rather tell thee what is to be fear'd

    Than what I fear, for always I am Caesar.

    Come on my right hand, for this ear is deaf,

    And tell me truly what thou think'st of him.

              Sennet. Exeunt Caesar and all his Train but Casca.

  CASCA. You pull'd me by the cloak; would you speak with me?

  BRUTUS. Ay, Casca, tell us what hath chanced today

    That Caesar looks so sad.

  CASCA. Why, you were with him, were you not?

  BRUTUS. I should not then ask Casca what had chanced.

  CASCA. Why, there was a crown offered him, and being offered

him,

     he put it by with the back of his hand, thus, and then the

     people fell ashouting.

  BRUTUS. What was the second noise for?

  CASCA. Why, for that too.

  CASSIUS. They shouted thrice. What was the last cry for?

  CASCA. Why, for that too.

  BRUTUS. Was the crown offered him thrice?

  CASCA. Ay, marry, wast, and he put it by thrice, every time

gentler

    than other, and at every putting by mine honest neighbors

    shouted.

  CASSIUS. Who offered him the crown?

  CASCA. Why, Antony.

  BRUTUS. Tell us the manner of it, gentle Casca.

  CASCA. I can as well be hang'd as tell the manner of it. It was

    mere foolery; I did not mark it. I saw Mark Antony offer him

a

    crown (yet 'twas not a crown neither, 'twas one of these

    coronets) and, as I told you, he put it by once. But for all

    that, to my thinking, he would fain have had it. Then he

offered

    it to him again; then he put it by again. But, to my

thinking, he

    was very loath to lay his fingers off it. And then he offered

it

    the third time; he put it the third time by; and still as he

    refused it, the rabblement hooted and clapped their chopped

hands

    and threw up their sweaty nightcaps and uttered such a deal

of

    stinking breath because Caesar refused the crown that it had

    almost choked Caesar, for he swounded and fell down at it.

And

    for mine own part, I durst not laugh for fear of opening my

lips

    and receiving the bad air.

  CASSIUS. But, soft, I pray you, what, did Caesars wound?

  CASCA. He fell down in the marketplace and foamed at mouth and

was

    speechless.

  BRUTUS. 'Tis very like. He hath the falling sickness.

  CASSIUS. No, Caesar hath it not, but you, and I,

    And honest Casca, we have the falling sickness.

  CASCA. I know not what you mean by that, but I am sure Caesar

fell

    down. If the tagrag people did not clap him and hiss him

    according as he pleased and displeased them, as they use to

do

    the players in the theatre, I am no true man.

  BRUTUS. What said he when he came unto himself?

  CASCA. Marry, before he fell down, when he perceived the common

    herd was glad he refused the crown, he plucked me ope his

doublet

    and offered them his throat to cut. An had been a man of any

    occupation, if I would not have taken him at a word, I would

I

    might go to hell among the rogues. And so he fell. When he

came

    to himself again, he said, if he had done or said anything

amiss,

    he desired their worships to think it was his infirmity.

Three or

    four wenches where I stood cried, "Alas, good soul!" and

forgave

    him with all their hearts. But there's no heed to be taken of

    them; if Caesar had stabbed their mothers, they would have

done

    no less.

  BRUTUS. And after that he came, thus sad, away?

  CASCA. Ay.

  CASSIUS. Did Cicero say anything?

  CASCA. Ay, he spoke Greek.

  CASSIUS. To what effect?

  CASCA. Nay, an I tell you that, I'll ne'er look you i' the face

    again; but those that understood him smiled at one another

and

    shook their heads; but for mine own part, it was Greek to me.

I

    could tell you more news too: Marullus and Flavius, for

pulling

    scarfs off Caesar's images, are put to silence. Fare you

well.

    There was more foolery yet, if could remember it.

  CASSIUS. Will you sup with me tonight, Casca?

  CASCA. No, I am promised forth.

  CASSIUS. Will you dine with me tomorrow?

  CASCA. Ay, if I be alive, and your mind hold, and your dinner

worth

    the eating.

  CASSIUS. Good, I will expect you.

  CASCA. Do so, farewell, both. Exit.

  BRUTUS. What a blunt fellow is this grown to be!

    He was quick mettle when he went to school.

  CASSIUS. So is he now in execution

    Of any bold or noble enterprise,

    However he puts on this tardy form.

    This rudeness is a sauce to his good wit,

    Which gives men stomach to digest his words

    With better appetite.

  BRUTUS. And so it is. For this time I will leave you.

    Tomorrow, if you please to speak with me,

    I will come home to you, or, if you will,

    Come home to me and I will wait for you.

  CASSIUS. I will do so. Till then, think of the world.

    Well, Brutus, thou art noble; yet, I see

    Thy honorable mettle may be wrought

    From that it is disposed; therefore it is meet

    That noble minds keep ever with their likes;

    For who so firm that cannot be seduced?

    Caesar doth bear me hard, but he loves Brutus.

    If I were Brutus now and he were Cassius,

    He should not humor me. I will this night,

    In several hands, in at his windows throw,

    As if they came from several citizens,

    Writings, all tending to the great opinion

    That Rome holds of his name, wherein obscurely

    Caesar's ambition shall be glanced at.

    And after this let Caesar seat him sure;

    For we will shake him, or worse days endure. Exit.