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chastelard-第6部分
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They say lewd folk make ballads of their spleen;
Strew miry ways of words with talk of him;
If they have cause let him be spoken with。
LINDSAY。
Madam; they charge him with so rank a life
Were it not well this fellow were plucked out
Seeing this is not an eye that doth offend;
But a blurred glass it were no harm to break;
Yea rather it were gracious to be done?
QUEEN。
Let him be weighed; and use him as he is;
I am of my nature pitiful; ye know;
And cannot turn my love unto a thorn
In so brief space。 Ye are all most virtuous;
Yea; there is goodness grafted on this land;
But yet compassion is some part of God。
There is much heavier business held on hand
Than one man's goodness: yea; as things fare here;
A matter worth more weighing。 All you wot
I am choose a help to my weak feet;
A lamp before my face; a lord and friend
To walk with me in weary ways; high up
Between the wind and rain and the hot sun。
Now I have chosen a helper to myself;
I wot the best a woman ever won;
A man that loves me; and a royal man;
A goodly love and lord for any queen。
But for the peril and despite of men
I have sometime tarried and withheld myself;
Not fearful of his worthiness nor you;
But with some lady's loathing to let out
My whole heart's love; for truly this is hard;
Not like a woman's fashion; shamefacedness
And noble grave reluctance of herself
To be the tongue and cry of her own heart。
Nathless plain speech is better than much wit;
So ye shall bear with me; albeit I think
Ye have caught the mark whereat my heart is bent。
I have kept close counsel and shut up men's lips;
But lightly shall a woman's will slip out;
The foolish little winged will of her;
Through cheek or eye when tongue is charmed asleep。
For that good lord I have good will to wed;
I wot he knew long since which way it flew;
Even till it lit on his right wrist and sang。
Lo; here I take him by the hand: fair lords;
This is my kinsman; made of mine own blood;
I take to halve the state and services
That bow down to me; and to be my head;
My chief; my master; my sweet lord and king。
Now shall I never say 〃sweet cousin〃 more
To my dear head and husband; here; fair sir;
I give you all the heart of love in me
To gather off my lips。 Did it like you;
The taste of it? sir; it was whole and true。
God save our king!
DARNLEY。
Nay; nay; sweet love; no lord;
No king of yours though I were lord of these。
QUEEN。
Let word be sent to all good friends of ours
To help us to be glad; England and France
Shall bear great part of our rejoicings up。
Give me your hand; dear lord; for from this time
I must not walk alone。 Lords; have good cheer:
For you shall have a better face than mine
To set upon your kingly gold and show
For Scotland's forehead in the van of things。
Go with us now; and see this news set out。
'Exeunt QUEEN; DARNLEY; and LORDS。'
'As CHASTELARD is going out; enter MARY BEATON。'
MARY BEATON。
Have you yet heard? You knew of this?
CHASTELARD。
I know。
I was just thinking how such things were made
And were so fair as this is。 Do you know
She held me here and talkedthe most sweet talk
Men ever heard of?
MARY BEATON。
You hate me to the heart。
What will you do?
CHASTELARD。
I know not: die some day;
But live as long and lightly as I can。
Will you now love me? faith; but if you do;
It were much better you were dead and hearsed。
Will you do one thing for me?
MARY BEATON。
Yea; all things。
CHASTELARD。
Speak truth a little; for God's sake: indeed
It were no harm to do。 Come; will you; sweet?
Though it be but to please God。
MARY BEATON。
What will you do?
CHASTELARD。
Ay; true; I must do somewhat。 Let me see:
To get between and tread upon his face
Catch both her hands and bid men look at them;
How pure they wereI would do none of these;
Though they got wedded all the days in the year。
We may do well yet when all's come and gone。
I pray you on this wedding…night of theirs
Do but one thing that I shall ask of you;
And Darnley will not hunger as I shall
For that good time。 Sweet; will you swear me this?
MARY BEATON。
Yea; though to do it were mortal to my soul
As the chief sin。
CHASTELARD。
I thank you: let us go。
END OF THE SECOND ACT。
ACT III。
THE QUEEN。
SCENE I。The Queen's Chamber。 Night。 Lights burning
In front of the bed。
'Enter CHASTELARD and MARY BEATON。'
MARY BEATON。
Be tender of your feet。
CHASTELARD。
I shall not fail:
These ways have light enough to help a man
That walks with such stirred blood in him as mine。
MARY BEATON。
I would yet plead with you to save your head:
Nay; let this be then: sir; I chide you not。
Nay; let all come。 Do not abide her yet。
CHASTELARD。
Have you read never in French books the song
Called the Duke's Song; some boy made ages back;
A song of drag…nets hauled across thwart seas
And plucked up with rent sides; and caught therein
A strange…haired woman with sad singing lips;
Cold in the cheek like any stray of sea;
And sweet to touch? so that men seeing her face;
And how she sighed out little Ahs of pain
And soft cries sobbing sideways from her mouth;
Fell in hot love; and having lain with her
Died soon? one time I could have told it through:
Now I have kissed the sea…witch on her eyes
And my lips ache with it; but I shall sleep
Full soon; and a good space of sleep。
MARY BEATON。
Alas!
CHASTELARD。
What makes you sigh though I be found a fool?
You have no blame: and for my death; sweet friend;
I never could have lived long either way。
Why; as I live; the joy I have of this
Would make men mad that were not mad with love;
I hear my blood sing; and my lifted heart
Is like a springing water blown of wind
For pleasure of this deed。 Now; in God's name;
I swear if there be danger in delight
I must die now: if joys have deadly teeth;
I'll have them bite my soul to death; and end
In the old asp's way; Egyptian…wise; be killed
In a royal purple fashion。 Look; my love
Would kill me if my body were past hurt
Of any man's hand; and to die thereof;
I say; is sweeter than all sorts of life。
I would not have her love me now; for then
I should die meanlier some time。 I am safe;
Sure of her face; my life's end in her sight;
My blood shed out about her feetby God;
My heart feels drunken when I think of it。
See you; she will not rid herself of me;
Not though she slay me: her sweet lips and life
Will smell of my spilt blood。
MARY BEATON。
Give me good…night。
CHASTELARD。
Yea; and good thanks。
'Exit MARY BEATON。'
Here is the very place:
Here has her body bowed the pillows in
And here her head thrust under made the sheet
Smell sort of her mixed hair and spice: even here
Her arms pushed back the coverlet; pulled here
The golden silken curtain halfway in
It may be; and made room to lean out loose;
Fair tender fallen arms。 Now; if God would;
Doubtless he might take pity on my soul
To give me three clear hours; and then red hell
Snare me forever: this were merciful:
If I were God now I should do thus much。
I must die next; and this were not so hard
For him to let me eat sweet fruit and die
With my lips sweet from it。 For one shall have
This fare for common days'…bread; which to me
Should be a touch kept always on my sense
To make hell soft; yea; the keen pain of hell
Soft as the loosening of wound arms in sleep。
Ah; love is good; and the worst part of it
More than all things but death。 She will be here
In some small while; and see me face to face
That am to give up life for her and go
Where a man lies with all his loves put out
And his lips full of earth。 I think on her;
And the old pleasure stings and makes half…tears
Under mine eyelids。 Prithee; love; come fast;
That I may die soon: yea; some kisses through;
I shall die joyfully enough; so God
Keep me alive till then。 I feel her feet
Coming far off; now must I hold my heart;
Steadying my blood to see her patiently。
'Hides himself by the bed。'
'Enter the QUEEN and DARNLEY。'
QUEEN。
Nay; now go back: I have sent off my folk;
Maries and all。 Pray you; let be my hair;
I cannot twist the gold thread out of it
That you wound in so close。 Look; here it clings:
Ah! now you mar my hair unwinding it。
Do me no hurt; sir。
DARNLEY。
I would do you ease;
Let me stay here。
QUEEN。
Nay; will you go; my lord?
DARNLEY。
Eh? would you use me as a girl does fruit;
Touched with her mouth and pulled away for game
To look thereon ere her lips feed? but see;
By God; I fare the worse for you。
QUEEN。
Fair sir;
Give me this hour to watch with and say prayers;
You have not faith…it needs me to say prayers;
That with commending of this deed to God
I may get grace for it。
DARNLEY。
Why; lacks it grace?
Is not all wedlock gracious of itself?
QUEEN。
Nay; that I know not of。 Come; sweet; be hence。
DARNLEY。
You have a sort of jewel in your neck
That's like mine here。
QUEEN。
Keep off your hands and go:
You have no courtesy to be a king。
DARNLEY。
Well; I will go: nay; but I thwart you not。
Do as you will; and get you grace; farewell;
And for my part; grace keep this watch with me!
For I need grace to bear with you so much。
'Exit。'
QUEEN。
So; he is forth。 Let me behold myself;
I am too pale to be so hot; I marvel
So little color should be bold in the face
When the blood is not quieted。 I have
But a brief space to cool my thoughts upon。
If one should wear the hair thus heaped and curled
Would it look best? or this way in the neck?
Could one ungirdle in such wise one's heart
'Taking off her girdle。'
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