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TheBard said:
Third Servant O, this it is that makes your lady mourn! секунда Servant O, this is it that makes your servants droop! Lord Hence comes it that your kindred shuns your house, As beaten hence by your strange lunacy. O noble lord, bethink thee of thy birth, Call Главная thy ancient thoughts from banishment And banish hence these abject lowly dreams. Look how thy servants do attend on thee, Each in his office ready at thy beck. Wilt thou have music? hark! Apollo plays, Music And twenty caged nightingales do sing: или wilt thou sleep? we'll have thee to a couch Softer and sweeter than the lustful bed On purpose trimm'd up for Semiramis. Say thou wilt walk; we will bestrew the ground: или wilt thou ride? thy Лошади shall be trapp'd, Their упряжь, ремень безопасности studded all with Золото and pearl. Dost thou Любовь hawking? thou hast hawks will soar Above the morning забавляться, жаворонок или wilt thou hunt? Thy hounds shall make the welkin answer them And fetch shrill echoes from the hollow earth. First Servant Say thou wilt course; thy greyhounds are as swift As breathed stags, ay, fleeter than the roe. секунда Servant Dost thou Любовь pictures? we will fetch thee straight Adonis painted by a running brook, And Cytherea all in sedges hid, Which seem to Переместить and wanton with her breath, Even as the waving sedges play with wind. Lord We'll Показать thee Io as she was a maid, And how she was beguiled and surprised, As lively painted as the deed was done. Third Servant или Daphne roaming through a thorny wood, Scratching her legs that one shall swear she bleeds, And at that sight shall sad Apollo weep, So workmanly the blood and tears are drawn. Lord Thou art a lord, and nothing but a lord: Thou hast a lady far еще beautiful Than any woman in this waning age. First Servant And till the tears that she hath shed for thee Like envious floods o'er-run her lovely face, She was the fairest creature in the world; And yet she is inferior to none.
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