Christopher Marlo about Habroz

Exactly one year ago, on April 1, 2012, during the excavations of Stonehenge, a previously unknown manuscript of English playwright Christopher Marlowe (1564-1593) was found. This event passed on Habré unnoticed, although the work is full of amazing insights, and the name is significant: The terrible Habrahabr .
The play has not yet been published, so I would venture to offer the habrovans a modest translation from Old English - perhaps it will interest someone.

This is a terrible word Habrahabr

Characters:
Gabriele , Prince, 18 years old.
Francesca , his bride, 16 years old.
Witch , 20 years old.

Action 1

Gabriele and Francesca.
Francesca
Tell me, Gabriele, why
You frowned - noticed the tea?
I don't understand this attitude
After all, soon our wedding!
Gabriele
Not by chance
Pensive my appearance.
Francesca
What say
So worried, as if soon in a loop?
Betrayal? Enemy sharpened knives?
Have them all be executed then.
Gabriele
Immediately!
Francesca
Are you kidding?
Gabriele
Yes - even sick to me now.
Francesca
Fi, this is arrogance! Just before the wedding!
Gabriele
Please Francesca believe me
There is some foreboding. Learn to ...
Francesca
What, what to know?
Gabriele
What the witch will tell me.
Francesca
What other witch?
Gabriele
There is a custom
Since ancient times in my family ...
Francesca
He's not against the accepted propriety?
Gabriele
That witch - grooms come to her
For the oath of marriage soon.
There is no ancient custom.
Francesca
Why be sad? Go without talking!
In vain worried.
Gabriele
Not at all.
The world has not met the worst bitch,
Than this witch. Will crumble something
And then I ... I would have kept my nerves
Yes, I can not - custom to say.
I'm afraid she will give us adversity
When will she have a question to ask
How we will spend years together.
Francesca
And you ask about something else.
Gabriele
I should ask her about the family.
Oh, I finished playing, I feel, with fire,
Although usually cautious!
Francesca
Ask, but suppose not about us.
Gabriele
Who then?
Francesca
About our remote
Descendants, and let at least an hour
Tells about his mirages.
What is the matter with us?
Gabriele
May somehow
And it will cost, even though I'm afraid to go.
Francesca
Ah, Gabriele, head on chest
Bow to me and stand, my friend, brave.
My baby ... Gabriele ... Well, bold
Follow our upcoming happiness.
Gabriele
I do not like it, she-si.
Leaves.
Francesca
And hurry, you hear, come back!
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Action 2

The Witch and Gabriele.
Witch
Appeared, yes? .. I haven't been for a long time
In my dwelling prince highborn.
Gabriele
I am not behind this. With this tied up -
I told.
Witch
And then whatever
From your girlfriend?
Gabriele
You throw it.
You are not a girl to me, but a witch.
Let seduce once managed
What clung to the body like a scab?
All past relationships ... Listen, I
Do not quarrel came - not for this.
Family is required for engagement
Custom to observe.
Witch
Where we are pointing!
To the abandoned lover came
Not forgiveness - only advice.
You, Gabriele, climb on the rampage.
And I'm a witch.
Gabriele
Shame on you is unknown.
Witch
Do not be afraid, in the predictions do not lie.
Now check, young beauty
Will I have to father's court
Or in the mouth of the constricted mange
Will start in a month ...
Gabriele
Wait a minute!
Another question I intend to ask you.
What awaits my descendants ahead
Years through three hundred or eight hundred?
Witch
Sure?
Gabriele
Yes, I am sure!
Witch
Time, open up!
Let the dark abyss open,
And through her unknown life
It spits like grains everywhere.
I see, I see, I see in advance:
Descendant your distant - praprapra-
great-great-great-great-grandson will fall
In dependence on Habra-Habra-Habra.
Gabriele
What are the words from your mouth fly?
They are incomprehensible to me.
Witch
Listen further.
Gabriele
I have to, yes ... There is a crunch in my ears.
No, stop it now! Go on!
Witch
Your descendant, your great-grandson - praprapra ...
On Habrahabr will become an old-timer.
However, it does not make good
Only tears from the tension of the vein,
Gabriele
But why?
Witch
Instead of gold
He will collect in the piggy bank pluses.
Gabriele
Descendant idiot? You beat your breath!
Witch
In captivity of illusions, schizium and allusions,
A descendant in Habrahabr gazes down,
In its patterns are bright ...
Gabriele
It's hard for me
A madman for a family is such a shame!
What is Habrahabr?
Witch
So, glass.
To get carried away Habrahabrom destined
Quite a few innocent people.
Will come there once, but
Not everyone will be able to return.
Gabriele
On Habrahabr night long?
Witch
All exactly.
Gabriele
In the glass look dull?
Your prophecy will kill me
No, I do not believe it is difficult to believe.
You, witch, lie!
Witch
Items are not given
To lie before people, even before you.
We have forgotten how this long ago.
Gabriele
I am broken, destroyed. What's next ?!
Leaves, staggering.

Action 3

Gabriele (one).
Gabriele
Oh my God! I'm definitely disabled
Since I heard about Habrahabr.
Radiculitis senile broken
And the gypsy camp is buzzing in my head.
Just think about it! Royal family
On the uniform is interrupted by an idiot,
Whom, look for a whole year,
You will not find in the surrounding nature.
Yes, better smallpox, hunger and prison
Than Habrahabra slippery arms,
In which my will be praprap-
great great great great great grandson ... Here is a curse!
How to live with it and overcome it?
What to do, who will help the unfortunate
When the flesh was not born yet,
And the brain is already foreboding korezhit?
Is this not the elimination of trouble?
While prapra-prapra ... descendant is fragile,
You can, prince! You grit your teeth! You
You will do your main thing in life:
You tear out the root. Let the steel sink in
My heart! What I hesitate, really,
When it's so simple ...
Francesca enters.
Francesca
Dear, stop it!
You don't have to fool around, Gabriele!
Gabriele
And it's you?
Francesca
From the witch, did you come?
And what did she predict for the wedding?
With descendants everything will be fine?
Pleased with the prediction?
Gabriele
A little.
Francesca
You are pale somehow.
Gabriele
Woman, keep quiet!
Francesca
You talk too sharply
When we stay till night
Before the wedding ...
Gabriele
Shut up you, Francesca ?!
Oh, women! All nonsense take
From your source start.
I said - in this place, here -
No need to go. What did you answer?
Francesca
What did the witch predict?
Gabriele
Nothing
Good Belly monster
Appear - let not yours,
And our descendant.
Francesca
Here is an old woman!
Gabriele
Upset? No, happy face.
And for me there is no worse picture
Descendant to Habrahabr as prinik:
And stared, and breathes awkwardly.
Francesca
Why priest descendant?
Gabriele
Habrahabr!
Francesca
Fi, nonsense!
Gabriele
I am royal blood.
Francesca
Is Gabriele too brave today?
I swore to swear? It is new.
Gabriele
You fool!
Francesca
Maybe you are a fool yourself?
Gabriele
I'm a prince, remember.
Francesca
Make your voice quieter
And stop being rude.
Gabriele
Well, if so
She spoke to me, get it!
Stabs Francesca.
Francesca
Oh, dying! Doctor to me!
And in the dress hole! Requires a medic!
Dies.
Gabriele
He will be late - even on horseback
On soaked to Francesca will not make it.
Its end. Now my turn
Take Damascus Steel
In the open heart comes,
But I can hardly take the treatment.
Stabs himself.
How nice ... A hot nail in your chest ...
What is there for a flash? Look to ...
One sure firmly: did not come true
The prophecy of our family witch.
Dies.

Step 4 last

Witch (one).
Witch
Prophecies cannot deceive,
Since no other way is given to them:
They always point the way
It is necessary to pass to the end.
And my mother, and grandmother for her
Career only truth was broadcast.
I recognize them in myself breed
And I'm not joking with such things.
It will happen as agreed:
Yours, Gabriele, the far-distant prapra ... -
The century is not important and the name is the same -
It will be in the arms of Habrahabr.
But Gabriele, the guy is completely
Not an idiot, and even a psycho hardly.
You dreamed awake because of problems
Who drove you into the tomb.
And your descendant will come out even where:
Tall, without acne and anemia,
And without bad habits - yes, yes, yes,
Excellent I will give him health.
Since, Gabriele, your son is here,
Waiting for her hour in my womb
Then the whole will go free on the air.
His hour has not come, but yours has already struck ...
O my son! Our descendants are all
Especially the one who steps bravely
Sometime under the sweet shade
As predicted, Habra-Habra-Habra!
A curtain.

Christopher Marlo,
1591