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Do celu tam się wysiada. Lec Stanisław Jerzy (pierw. de Tusch-Letz, 1909-1966)
A bogowie grają w kości i nie pytają wcale czy chcesz przyłączyć się do gry (. . . ) Bogowie kpią sobie z twojego poukładanego życia (. . . ) nie przejmują się zbytnio ani naszymi planami na przyszłość ani oczekiwaniami. Gdzieś we wszechświecie rzucają kości i przypadkiem wypada twoja kolej. I odtąd zwyciężyć lub przegrać - to tylko kwestia szczęścia. Borys Pasternak
Idąc po kurzych jajach nie podskakuj. Przysłowie szkockie
I Herkules nie poradzi przeciwko wielu.
Dialog półinteligentów równa się monologowi ćwierćinteligenta. Stanisław Jerzy Lec (pierw. de Tusch - Letz, 1909-1966)

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.Peace, peace!Dost thou not see my baby at my breastThat sucks the nurse asleep?CHARMIAN.O, break! O, break!CLEOPATRA.As sweet as balm, as soft as air, as gentle-O Antony! Nay, I will take thee too:[Applying another asp to her arm]What should I stay- [Dies]CHARMIAN.In this vile world? So, fare thee well.Now boast thee, death, in thy possession liesA lass unparallel'd.Downy windows, close;And golden Phoebus never be beheldOf eyes again so royal! Your crown's awry;I'll mend it and then play-Enter the guard, rushing inFIRST GUARD.Where's the Queen?CHARMIAN.Speak softly, wake her not.FIRST GUARD.Caesar hath sent-CHARMIAN.Too slow a messenger.[Applies an asp]O, come apace, dispatch.I partly feel thee.FIRST GUARD.Approach, ho! All's not well: Caesar's beguil'd.SECOND GUARD.There's Dolabella sent from Caesar; call him.FIRST GUARD.What work is here! Charmian, is this well done?CHARMIAN.It is well done, and fitting for a princesDescended of so many royal kings.Ah, soldier! [CHARMIAN dies]Re-enter DOLABELLADOLABELLA.How goes it here?SECOND GUARD.All dead.DOLABELLA.Caesar, thy thoughtsTouch their effects in this.Thyself art comingTo see perform'd the dreaded act which thouSo sought'st to hinder.[Within: 'A way there, a way for Caesar!']Re-enter CAESAR and all his trainDOLABELLA.O sir, you are too sure an augurer:That you did fear is done.CAESAR.Bravest at the last,She levell'd at our purposes, and being royal,Took her own way.The manner of their deaths?I do not see them bleed.DOLABELLA.Who was last with them?FIRST GUARD.A simple countryman that brought her figs.This was his basket.CAESAR.Poison'd then.FIRST GUARD.O Caesar,This Charmian liv'd but now; she stood and spake.I found her trimming up the diademOn her dead mistress.Tremblingly she stood,And on the sudden dropp'd.CAESAR.O noble weakness!If they had swallow'd poison 'twould appearBy external swelling; but she looks like sleep,As she would catch another AntonyIn her strong toil of grace.DOLABELLA.Here on her breastThere is a vent of blood, and something blown;The like is on her arm.FIRST GUARD.This is an aspic's trail; and these fig-leavesHave slime upon them, such as th' aspic leavesUpon the caves of Nile.CAESAR.Most probableThat so she died; for her physician tells meShe hath pursu'd conclusions infiniteOf easy ways to die.Take up her bed,And bear her women from the monument.She shall be buried by her Antony;No grave upon the earth shall clip in itA pair so famous.High events as theseStrike those that make them; and their story isNo less in pity than his glory whichBrought them to be lamented.Our army shallIn solemn show attend this funeral,And then to Rome.Come, Dolabella, seeHigh order in this great solemnity.ExeuntTHE END1601AS YOU LIKE ITby William ShakespeareDRAMATIS PERSONAE.DUKE, living in exileFREDERICK, his brother, and usurper of his dominionsAMIENS, lord attending on the banished DukeJAQUES, " " " " " "LE BEAU, a courtier attending upon FrederickCHARLES, wrestler to FrederickOLIVER, son of Sir Rowland de BoysJAQUES, " " " " " "ORLANDO, " " " " " "ADAM, servant to OliverDENNIS, " " "TOUCHSTONE, the court jesterSIR OLIVER MARTEXT, a vicarCORIN, shepherdSILVIUS, "WILLIAM, a country fellow, in love with AudreyA person representing HYMENROSALIND, daughter to the banished DukeCELIA, daughter to FrederickPHEBE, a shepherdesAUDREY, a country wenchLords, Pages, Foresters, and AttendantsSCENE:OLIVER'S house; FREDERICK'S court; and the Forest of ArdenACT I.SCENE I.Orchard of OLIVER'S houseEnter ORLANDO and ADAMORLANDO.As I remember, Adam, it was upon this fashion bequeathedme by will but poor a thousand crowns, and, as thou say'st,charged my brother, on his blessing, to breed me well; and therebegins my sadness.My brother Jaques he keeps at school, andreport speaks goldenly of his profit.For my part, he keeps merustically at home, or, to speak more properly, stays me here athome unkept; for call you that keeping for a gentleman of mybirth that differs not from the stalling of an ox? His horses arebred better; for, besides that they are fair with their feeding,they are taught their manage, and to that end riders dearlyhir'd; but I, his brother, gain nothing under him but growth; forthe which his animals on his dunghills are as much bound to himas I.Besides this nothing that he so plentifully gives me, thesomething that nature gave me his countenance seems to take fromme.He lets me feed with his hinds, bars me the place of abrother, and as much as in him lies, mines my gentility with myeducation.This is it, Adam, that grieves me; and the spirit ofmy father, which I think is within me, begins to mutiny againstthis servitude.I will no longer endure it, though yet I know nowise remedy how to avoid it.Enter OLIVERADAM.Yonder comes my master, your brother.ORLANDO.Go apart, Adam, and thou shalt hear how he will shake meup.[ADAM retires]OLIVER.Now, sir! what make you here?ORLANDO.Nothing; I am not taught to make any thing.OLIVER.What mar you then, sir?ORLANDO.Marry, sir, I am helping you to mar that which God made, apoor unworthy brother of yours, with idleness.OLIVER.Marry, sir, be better employed, and be nought awhile.ORLANDO.Shall I keep your hogs, and eat husks with them? Whatprodigal portion have I spent that I should come to such penury?OLIVER.Know you where you are, sir?ORLANDO.O, sir, very well; here in your orchard.OLIVER.Know you before whom, sir?ORLANDO.Ay, better than him I am before knows me.I know you aremy eldest brother; and in the gentle condition of blood, youshould so know me.The courtesy of nations allows you my betterin that you are the first-born; but the same tradition takes notaway my blood, were there twenty brothers betwixt us.I have asmuch of my father in me as you, albeit I confess your comingbefore me is nearer to his reverence.OLIVER.What, boy! [Strikes him]ORLANDO.Come, come, elder brother, you are too young in this.OLIVER.Wilt thou lay hands on me, villain?ORLANDO.I am no villain; I am the youngest son of Sir Rowland deBoys [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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