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Hamlet. Macbeth / Гамлет. Макбет - стр. 11

Keeps wassail, and the swaggering upspring reels;

And as he drains his draughts of Rhenish down,

The kettle-drum and trumpet thus bray out

The triumph of his pledge.



Horatio

Is it a custom?

Hamlet

Ay marry is't;

And to my mind, though I am native here,

And to the manner born, it is a custom

More honour'd in the breach than the observance.

This heavy-headed revel east and west

Makes us traduc'd and tax'd of other nations:

They clepe us drunkards, and with swinish phrase

Soil our addition; and indeed it takes

From our achievements, though perform'd at height,

The pith and marrow of our attribute.

So oft it chances in particular men

That for some vicious mole of nature in them,

As in their birth, wherein they are not guilty,

Since nature cannot choose his origin,

By their o'ergrowth of some complexion,

Oft breaking down the pales and forts of reason;

Or by some habit, that too much o'erleavens

The form of plausive manners;-that these men,

Carrying, I say, the stamp of one defect,

Being Nature's livery or Fortune's star, —

His virtues else, – be they as pure as grace,

As infinite as man may undergo,

Shall in the general censure take corruption

From that particular fault. The dram of evil

Doth all the noble substance of a doubt

To his own scandal.

Horatio

Look, my lord, it comes!

[Enter Ghost]

Hamlet

Angels and ministers of grace defend us!

Be thou a spirit of health or goblin damn'd,

Bring with thee airs from heaven or blasts from hell,

Be thy intents wicked or charitable,

Thou com'st in such a questionable shape

That I will speak to thee. I'll call thee Hamlet,

King, father, royal Dane. O, answer me!

Let me not burst in ignorance; but tell

Why thy canoniz'd bones, hearsed in death,

Have burst their cerements; why the sepulchre,

Wherein we saw thee quietly inurn'd,

Hath op'd his ponderous and marble jaws

To cast thee up again! What may this mean,

That thou, dead corse, again in complete steel,

Revisit'st thus the glimpses of the moon,

Making night hideous, and we fools of nature

So horridly to shake our disposition

With thoughts beyond the reaches of our souls?

Say, why is this? Wherefore? What should we do?

[Ghost beckons Hamlet]

Horatio

It beckons you to go away with it,

As if it some impartment did desire

To you alone.

Marcellus

Look with what courteous action

It waves you to a more removed ground.

But do not go with it.

Horatio

No, by no means.

Hamlet

It will not speak; then will I follow it.

Horatio

Do not, my lord.

Hamlet

Why, what should be the fear?

I do not set my life at a pin's fee;

And for my soul, what can it do to that,

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