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Ладно, это вдохновляюще, сейчас сяду и буду переводить Бибигона на шекспировский английский. Поехали. Ориг: Тоненький он, Словно прутик, Маленький он Лилипутик. Ростом, бедняга, не выше Вот этакой маленькой мыши. И каждая может ворона Шутя погубить Бибигона. The Most Valiant and Lamentable Historie of Sir Bibigon, Knight of the Thimble нахуй Behold him, sirs! A wight so wondrous thin, A willow-wand were stout compar’d to him; So small is he, so slender and so slight, The moth doth tower o’er him in her flight. No taller, by my troth, than yonder mouse That nibbleth cheese within the miller’s house. His helm, an acorn’s cap; his cloak, a leaf Of autumn oak, all bordered round with gold. (Nay, that I lie: ’tis brown, and somewhat old.) And any crow, a-strutting through the town, Might gulp him as a lark doth gulp a seed, And think no more upon so small a deed.