Беспокойное бессмертие: 450 лет со дня рождения Уильяма Шекспира (Честертон, Грин) - страница 113

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O Buckingham, take heed of yonder dog.
Look, when he fawns, he bites; and when he bites,
His venom tooth will rankle to the death.
Have not to do with him; beware of him.
Sin, death, and hell have set their marks on him,
And all their ministers attend on him.

Richard

What doth she say, my lord of Buckingham?

Buckingham

Nothing that I respect, my gracious lord.

Margaret

What, dost thou scorn me for my gentle counsel
And soothe the devil that I warn thee from?
Oh, but remember this another day,
When he shall split thy very heart with sorrow,
And say poor Margaret was a prophetess.
Live each of you the subjects to his hate,
And he to yours, and all of you to God’s.

>Exit.


Hastings

My hair doth stand on end to hear her curses.


Rivers

And so doth mine. I muse why she’s at liberty.


Richard

I cannot blame her, by God’s holy mother,
She hath had too much wrong, and I repent
My part thereof that I have done to her.

Elizabeth

I never did her any to my knowledge.


Richard

Yet you have all the vantage of her wrong.
I was too hot to do somebody good
That is too cold in thinking of it now.
Marry, as for Clarence, he is well repaid;
He is franked up to fatting for his pains.
God pardon them that are the cause thereof.

Rivers

A virtuous and a Christian-like conclusion,
To pray for them that have done scathe to us.

Richard

So do I ever, being well-advised.
(Speaks to himself.) For had I cursed now, I had cursed myself.

>Enter Catesby.


Catesby

Madam, his majesty doth call for you,
And for your grace, and you, my gracious lord.

Queen Elizabeth

Catesby, I come. Lords, will you go with me?


Rivers

We wait upon your grace.


>Exeunt all but Glouceter.


Richard

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 ʼtis 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, resolvèd 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.
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