Hamlet. Macbeth / Гамлет. Макбет

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Уильям Шекспир

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2024

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I am glad to see you well:

Horatio, or I do forget myself.

Horatio

The same, my lord,

And your poor servant ever.

Hamlet

Sir, my good friend;

I'll change that name with you:

And what make you from Wittenberg, Horatio?

Marcellus?

Marcellus

My good lord.

Hamlet

I am very glad to see you.-Good even, sir. —

But what, in faith, make you from Wittenberg?

Horatio

A truant disposition, good my lord.

Hamlet

I would not hear your enemy say so;

Nor shall you do my ear that violence,

To make it truster of your own report

Against yourself. I know you are no truant.

But what is your affair in Elsinore?

We'll teach you to drink deep ere you depart.

Horatio

My lord, I came to see your father's funeral.

Hamlet

I prithee do not mock me, fellow-student.

I think it was to see my mother's wedding.

Horatio

Indeed, my lord, it follow'd hard upon.

Hamlet

Thrift, thrift, Horatio! The funeral bak'd meats

Did coldly furnish forth the marriage tables.

Would I had met my dearest foe in heaven

Or ever I had seen that day, Horatio

My father, – methinks I see my father.

Horatio

Where, my lord?

Hamlet

In my mind's eye, Horatio.

Horatio

I saw him once; he was a goodly king.

Hamlet

He was a man, take him for all in all,

I shall not look upon his like again.

Horatio

My lord, I think I saw him yesternight.

Hamlet

Saw? Who?