Love's Labour's Lost (version 2) - Sách nói Miễn phí

000 Scene VIII. Venice. A street.

TMOV II. 8 Enter Salarino and Salanio.

Salar. Why, man, I saw Bassanio under sail:

With him is Gratiano gone along;

And in their ship I am sure Lorenzo is not.

Salan. The villain Jew with outcries raised the Duke,

005 Who went with him to search Bassanio’s ship.

006 Salar. He came too late, the ship was under sail:

But there the Duke was given to understand

008 That in a gondola were seen together

009 Lorenzo and his amorous Jessica:

010 Besides, Antonio certified the Duke

They were not with Bassanio in his ship.

Salan. I never heard a passion so confused,

So strange, outrageous, and so variable,

As the dog Jew did utter in the streets:

015 ‘My daughter! O my ducats! O my daughter!

Fled with a Christian! O my Christian ducats!

Justice! the law! my ducats, and my daughter!

A sealed bag, two sealed bags of ducats,

Of double ducats, stolen from me by my daughter!

020 And jewels, two stones, two rich and precious stones,

Stolen by my daughter! Justice! find the girl!

She hath the stones upon her, and the ducats!’

Salar. Why, all the boys in Venice follow him,

Crying, his stones, his daughter, and his ducats.

025 Salan. Let good Antonio look he keep his day,

Or he shall pay for this.

Salar.

Marry, well remember’d.

I reason’d with a Frenchman yesterday,

Who told me, in the narrow seas that part

The French and English, there miscarried

030 A vessel of our country richly fraught:

I thought upon Antonio when he told me;

And wish’d in silence that it were not his.

Salan. You were best to tell Antonio what you hear;

034 Yet do not suddenly, for it may grieve him.

035 Salar. A kinder gentleman treads not the earth.

I saw Bassanio and Antonio part:

Bassanio told him he would make some speed

Of his return: he answer’d, ‘Do not so;

039 Slubber not business for my sake, Bassanio,

040 But stay the very riping of the time;

And for the Jew’s bond which he hath of me,

042 Let it not enter in your mind of love:

043 Be merry; and employ your chiefest thoughts

To courtship, and such fair ostents of love

045 As shall conveniently become you there:’

And even there, his eye being big with tears,

Turning his face, he put his hand behind him,

And with affection wondrous sensible

He wrung Bassanio’s hand; and so they parted.

050 Salan. I think he only loves the world for him.

I pray thee, let us go and find him out,

052 And quicken his embraced heaviness

With some delight or other.

Salar.

Do we so. [Exeunt.