Henry IV, part 2 - Монолог (отрывок), Tom Hiddleston | Текст песни

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Henry IV, part 2 (W.Shakespeare)
в исполнении Тома Хиддлстона

Why doth the crown lie there upon his pillow,
Being so troublesome a bedfellow?

O majesty!
When thou dost pinch thy bearer, thou dost sit
Like a rich armour worn in heat of day,
That scalds with safety.

My gracious lord! my father!
By his gates of breath
There lies a downy feather which stirs not.

This sleep is sound indeed, this is a sleep
That from this golden rigol hath divorced
So many English kings. Thy due from me
Is tears and heavy sorrows of the blood,
Which nature, love, and filial tenderness,
Shall, O dear father, pay thee plenteously:
My due from thee is this imperial crown.

Which God shall guard: and put the world's whole strength
Into one giant arm, it shall not force
This lineal honour from me.