The life is dream

Scene 2

SCENE II

Open up the door leaves, and let Segismundo with a chain and leather dress. There is light in the tower.

SEGISMUNDO: Oh, wretched me! And woe, unhappy! Rushing, heavens, I intend, as I try so, what crime I committed against you, being born; even if I was born, I understand what crime I have committed: Pretty cause has been our justice and rigor, as the greatest crime of man is being born. Just I wanted to know, to hasten my sleepless nights (leaving one hand heavens, the crime of birth), what else could offend them to punish me more? They not born others? For if others were born, what privileges I had never enjoyed? The bird is born, and the galas that give great beauty, is just feather flower or corsage with wings, when the ethereal short meeting with speed, refusing to pity the nest leaving calm; and more soul I have, do I have less freedom? Born rough skin and draw beautiful spots, just sign star is thanks to the learned brush- when daring and cruel, teaches the human need to have cruelty, monster of the labyrinth: what about me, better instinct have less freedom? Born fish, not breathing, abortion of eggs and lamas, and just, vessel of scales on the waves look, when everywhere turns measuring the immensity of as much capacity gives the cold center; What more will I have less freedom? Born stream, snake among flowers breaks out, and just, Tiller silver, between flowers breaks when celebrated musician piety flowers that give the majesty of the field open to his escape; and I having more life I have less freedom? In reaching this passion, a volcano a Etna fact, I would take the pieces chest heart: what law, justice or reason, deny men knows privilege so smooth, except as principal, that God has given a crystal , a fish, a gross and a bird?

ROSAURA: Fear and pity in me their reasons have caused.

SEGISMUNDO: Who my voices heard? Is Clotaldo?

[Apart.]

CLARÍN: Say yes.

ROSAURA: It is but a sad, alas !, that in these cold vaults heard your melancholy.

[Broil.]

SEGISMUNDO: For death will give you, because they know I know you know mine infirmities. Just because you heard me, between my brawny arms will I have to make pieces.

CLARÍN: I am deaf, and I could not hear you.

ROSAURA: If you have human baby, suffice the prostrate myself at your feet to get rid of.

SEGISMUNDO: Your voice could enternecerme, your presence and your respect suspend me disturb me. Who you are? Although I here know so little of the world, that cradle and the grave was this tower for me; and although since birth (if it is born) only warn you this rustic desert where squalid living, being a living skeleton, a dead being animated; and although I never saw nor spoke to a man but only here feel my misfortunes, for whom the news of heaven and earth; and although here, because most human monster amazed you and me names between amazement and chimeras, I'm a man of fierce beasts and men; and even in such serious misfortunes politics have studied, gross taught, warned of birds, and soft stars circles have measured you, only you, have suspended the passion to my anger, the suspension to my eyes, admiration to my ear. With every time I see you you give me new admiration and when I look over, look at you desire even more. Watery eyes I think my eyes must be, then, when death drinking, drink more, and in this lucky, seeing that seeing death gives me, I'm dying to see. But véate me and die, I do not know, rendered as if the death verte gives me the not see what gave me. It was more than fierce death, anger, rage and severe pain; was death, desta luck rigor have pondered, then give life to a miserable is to a happy death.

ROSAURA: With awe looking at you with admiration hear, nor do I know what I can tell you, or what you can ask; I'll just say this part of the sky today has guided me comforted me, if comfort can be the which is unfortunate, seeing another that is most unfortunate. A sage who have such a poor and miserable day was, which was based only a few herbs he picked up. Will there be other (each other said) poorer and sadder than I? And when his face turned, he found the answer, seeing that would other wise picking the leaves he threw. Complainer fortune in this world I lived, and when between me said: Will there be someone other more importunate pious luck ?, you answered me; because he came to my sense, I find that mine to make them the joys you had collected penalties. And just in case something my sorrows can relieve, attentive hear them, and takes that dellas sobraren me. I am...