Love's Labour's Lost (version 2) - Бесплатная аудиокнига

000 Scene II. Lawn before the Duke’s palace.

AYLI I. 2 Enter Rosalind and Celia.

Cel. I pray thee, Rosalind, sweet my coz, be merry.

Ros. Dear Celia, I show more mirth than I am mistress 003 of; and would you yet I were merrier? Unless you could teach me to forget a banished father, you must not 005 learn me how to remember any extraordinary pleasure.

Cel. Herein I see thou lovest me not with the full weight that I love thee. If my uncle, thy banished father, had banished thy uncle, the Duke my father, so thou hadst been still with me, I could have taught my love to take 010 thy father for mine: so wouldst thou, if the truth of thy love to me were so righteously tempered as mine is to thee.

Ros. Well, I will forget the condition of my estate, to rejoice in yours.

014 Cel. You know my father hath no child but I, nor 015 none is like to have: and, truly, when he dies, thou shalt be his heir; for what he hath taken away from thy father perforce, I will render thee again in affection; by mine honour, I will; and when I break that oath, let me turn monster: therefore, my sweet Rose, my dear Rose, be 020 merry.

Ros. From henceforth I will, coz, and devise sports. Let me see; what think you of falling in love?

Cel. Marry, I prithee, do, to make sport withal: but love no man in good earnest; nor no further in sport 025 neither, than with safety of a pure blush thou mayst in honour come off again.

Ros. What shall be our sport, then?

Cel. Let us sit and mock the good housewife Fortune from her wheel, that her gifts may henceforth be bestowed 030 equally.

Ros. I would we could do so; for her benefits are mightily misplaced; and the bountiful blind woman doth most mistake in her gifts to women.

Cel. ’Tis true; for those that she makes fair she scarce 035 makes honest; and those that she makes honest she makes 036 very ill-favouredly.

Ros. Nay, now thou goest from Fortune’s office to Nature’s: Fortune reigns in gifts of the world, not in the lineaments of Nature.

Enter Touchstone.

040 Cel. No? when Nature hath made a fair creature, may she not by Fortune fall into the fire? Though Nature hath given us wit to flout at Fortune, hath not Fortune sent in 043 this fool to cut off the argument?

044 Ros. Indeed, there is Fortune too hard for Nature, 045 when Fortune makes Nature’s natural the cutter-off of Nature’s wit.

Cel. Peradventure this is not Fortune’s work neither, 048 but Nature’s; who perceiveth our natural wits too dull to 049 reason of such goddesses, and hath sent this natural for our 050 whetstone; for always the dulness of the fool is the whetstone 051 of the wits. How now, wit! whither wander you?

Touch. Mistress, you must come away to your father.

Cel. Were you made the messenger?

Touch. No, by mine honour, but I was bid to come 055 for you.

Ros. Where learned you that oath, fool?

Touch. Of a certain knight that swore by his honour they were good pancakes, and swore by his honour the mustard was naught: now I’ll stand to it, the pancakes 060 were naught and the mustard was good, and yet was not the knight forsworn.

Cel. How prove you that, in the great heap of your knowledge?

064 Ros. Ay, marry, now unmuzzle your wisdom.

065 Touch. Stand you both forth now: stroke your chins, and swear by your beards that I am a knave.

Cel. By our beards, if we had them, thou art.

Touch. By my knavery, if I had it, then I were; but if you swear by that that is not, you are not forsworn: no 070 more was this knight, swearing by his honour, for he never had any; or if he had, he had sworn it away before ever he saw those pancakes or that mustard.

073 Cel. Prithee, who is’t that thou meanest?

074 Touch. One that old Frederick, your father, loves.

075 Cel. My father’s love is enough to honour him: enough! speak no more of him; you’ll be whipped for taxation one of these days.

Touch. The more pity, that fools may not speak wisely 079 what wise men do foolishly.

080 Cel. By my troth, thou sayest true; for since the little wit that fools have was silenced, the little foolery that wise men have makes a great show. Here comes Monsieur 083 Le Beau.

084 Ros. With his mouth full of news.

085 Cel. Which he will put on us, as pigeons feed their young.

Ros. Then shall we be news-crammed.

087 Cel. All the better; we shall be the more marketable.

Enter Le Beau.

088 Bon jour, Monsieur Le Beau: what’s the news?

089 Le Beau. Fair princess, you have lost much good sport.

090 Cel. Sport! of what colour?

Le Beau. What colour, madam! how shall I answer you?

Ros. As wit and fortune will.

093 Touch. Or as the Destinies decrees.

Cel. Well said: that was laid on with a trowel.

095 Touch. Nay, if I keep not my rank,—

Ros. Thou losest thy old smell.

Le Beau. You amaze me, ladies: I would have told you of good wrestling, which you have lost the sight of.

Ros. Yet tell us the manner of the wrestling.

100 Le Beau. I will tell you the beginning; and, if it please your ladyships, you may see the end; for the best is yet to do; and here, where you are, they are coming to perform it.

Cel. Well, the beginning, that is dead and buried.

Le Beau. There comes an old man and his three sons,—

105 Cel. I could match this beginning with an old tale.

106 Le Beau. Three proper young men, of excellent growth and presence.

Ros. With bills on their necks, ‘Be it known unto all men by these presents.’

110 Le Beau. The eldest of the three wrestled with Charles, the Duke’s wrestler; which Charles in a moment threw him, and broke three of his ribs, that there is little hope of life in him: so he served the second, and so the third. Yonder they lie; the poor old man, their father, making such pitiful 115 dole over them that all the beholders take his part with weeping.

Ros. Alas!

Touch. But what is the sport, monsieur, that the ladies have lost?

120 Le Beau. Why, this that I speak of.

Touch. Thus men may grow wiser every day: it is the 122 first time that ever I heard breaking of ribs was sport for ladies.

Cel. Or I, I promise thee.

Ros. But is there any else longs to see this broken music 125 in his sides? is there yet another dotes upon rib-breaking? Shall we see this wrestling, cousin?

129 Le Beau. You must, if you stay here; for here is the 130 place appointed for the wrestling, and they are ready to perform it.

Cel. Yonder, sure, they are coming: let us now stay 132 and see it.

Flourish. Enter Duke Frederick, Lords, Orlando, Charles, and Attendants.

133 Duke F. Come on: since the youth will not be entreated, his own peril on his forwardness.

135 Ros. Is yonder the man?

Le Beau. Even he, madam.

Cel. Alas, he is too young! yet he looks successfully.

Duke F. How now, daughter and cousin! are you crept hither to see the wrestling?

140 Ros. Ay, my liege, so please you give us leave.

Duke F. You will take little delight in it, I can tell you, 142 there is such odds in the man. In pity of the challenger’s youth I would fain dissuade him, but he will not be entreated. Speak to him, ladies; see if you can move him.

145 Cel. Call him hither, good Monsieur Le Beau.

Duke F. Do so: I’ll not be by.

147 Le Beau. Monsieur the challenger, the princess calls for you.

149 Orl. I attend them with all respect and duty.

150 Ros. Young man, have you challenged Charles the wrestler?

Orl. No, fair princess; he is the general challenger: I 153 come but in, as others do, to try with him the strength of my youth.

155 Cel. Young gentleman, your spirits are too bold for your years. You have seen cruel proof of this man’s strength: if 157 you saw yourself with your eyes, or knew yourself with your judgement, the fear of your adventure would counsel you to a more equal enterprise. We pray you, for your own sake, 160 to embrace your own safety, and give over this attempt.

Ros. Do, young sir; your reputation shall not therefore be misprised: we will make it our suit to the Duke that the wrestling might not go forward.

Orl. I beseech you, punish me not with your hard thoughts; wherein I confess me much guilty, to deny so 165 fair and excellent ladies any thing. But let your fair eyes and gentle wishes go with me to my trial: wherein if I be foiled, there is but one shamed that was never gracious; if killed, but one dead that is willing to be so: I shall do my 170 friends no wrong, for I have none to lament me, the world no injury, for in it I have nothing; only in the world I fill up a place, which may be better supplied when I have made it empty.

174 Ros. The little strength that I have, I would it were 175 with you.

Cel. And mine, to eke out hers.

Ros. Fare you well: pray heaven I be deceived in you!

Cel. Your heart’s desires be with you!

Cha. Come, where is this young gallant that is so 180 desirous to lie with his mother earth?

181 Orl. Ready, sir; but his will hath in it a more modest working.

Duke F. You shall try but one fall.

Cha. No, I warrant your Grace, you shall not entreat 185 him to a second, that have so mightily persuaded him from a first.

187 Orl. You mean to mock me after; you should not have 188 mocked me before: but come your ways.

Ros. Now Hercules be thy speed, young man!

190 Cel. I would I were invisible, to catch the strong fellow 191 by the leg. [They wrestle.

Ros. O excellent young man!

Cel. If I had a thunderbolt in mine eye, I can tell who 194 should down. [Shout. Charles is thrown.

195 Duke F. No more, no more.

Orl. Yes, I beseech your Grace: I am not yet well breathed.

Duke F. How dost thou, Charles?

Le Beau. He cannot speak, my lord.

Duke F. Bear him away. What is thy name, young 200 man?

Orl. Orlando, my liege; the youngest son of Sir Rowland de Boys.

Duke F. I would thou hadst been son to some man else:

The world esteem’d thy father honourable,

205 But I did find him still mine enemy:

Thou shouldst have better pleased me with this deed,

Hadst thou descended from another house.

But fare thee well; thou art a gallant youth:

209 I would thou hadst told me of another father. [Exeunt Duke Fred., train, and Le Beau.

210 Cel. Were I my father, coz, would I do this?

Orl. I am more proud to be Sir Rowland’s son,

His youngest son; and would not change that calling,

To be adopted heir to Frederick.

Ros. My father loved Sir Rowland as his soul,

215 And all the world was of my father’s mind:

Had I before known this young man his son,

I should have given him tears unto entreaties,

Ere he should thus have ventured.

Cel.

Gentle cousin,

Let us go thank him and encourage him:

220 My father’s rough and envious disposition

Sticks me at heart. Sir, you have well deserved:

If you do keep your promises in love

223 But justly, as you have exceeded all promise,

Your mistress shall be happy.

Ros.

224 Gentleman, [Giving him a chain from her neck.

225 Wear this for me, one out of suits with fortune,

226 That could give more, but that her hand lacks means.

Shall we go, coz?

Cel.

Ay. Fare you well, fair gentleman.

Orl. Can I not say, I thank you? My better parts

Are all thrown down, and that which here stands up

230 Is but a quintain, a mere lifeless block.

Ros. He calls us back: my pride fell with my fortunes;

I’ll ask him what he would. Did you call, sir?

Sir, you have wrestled well and overthrown

More than your enemies.

Cel.

Will you go, coz?

235 Ros. Have with you. Fare you well. [Exeunt Rosalind and Celia.

Orl. What passion hangs these weights upon my tongue?

I cannot speak to her, yet she urged conference.

O poor Orlando, thou art overthrown!

239 Or Charles or something weaker masters thee.

Re-enter Le Beau.

240 Le Beau. Good sir, I do in friendship counsel you

To leave this place. Albeit you have deserved

High commendation, true applause, and love,

Yet such is now the Duke’s condition,

244 That he misconstrues all that you have done.

245 The Duke is humorous: what he is, indeed,

246 More suits you to conceive than I to speak of.

Orl. I thank you, sir: and, pray you, tell me this;

Which of the two was daughter of the Duke,

249 That here was at the wrestling?

250 Le Beau. Neither his daughter, if we judge by manners;

251 But yet, indeed, the taller is his daughter:

252 The other is daughter to the banish’d Duke,

And here detain’d by her usurping uncle,

To keep his daughter company; whose loves

255 Are dearer than the natural bond of sisters.

But I can tell you that of late this Duke

Hath ta’en displeasure ’gainst his gentle niece,

Grounded upon no other argument

259 But that the people praise her for her virtues,

260 And pity her for her good father’s sake;

And, on my life, his malice ’gainst the lady

Will suddenly break forth. Sir, fare you well:

Hereafter, in a better world than this,

I shall desire more love and knowledge of you.

265 Orl. I rest much bounden to you: fare you well. [Exit Le Beau.

Thus must I from the smoke into the smother;

From tyrant Duke unto a tyrant brother:

But heavenly Rosalind! [Exit.