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the two noble kinsmen-第12部分
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She would run mad for this man: what an eye;
Of what a fyry sparkle; and quick sweetnes;
Has this yong Prince! Here Love himselfe sits smyling;
Iust such another wanton Ganimead
Set Jove a fire with; and enforcd the god
Snatch up the goodly Boy; and set him by him
A shining constellation: What a brow;
Of what a spacious Majesty; he carries!
Arch'd like the great eyd Iuno's; but far sweeter;
Smoother then Pelops Shoulder! Fame and honour;
Me thinks; from hence; as from a Promontory
Pointed in heaven; should clap their wings; and sing
To all the under world the Loves and Fights
Of gods; and such men neere 'em。 Palamon
Is but his foyle; to him a meere dull shadow:
Hee's swarth and meagre; of an eye as heavy
As if he had lost his mother; a still temper;
No stirring in him; no alacrity;
Of all this sprightly sharpenes not a smile;
Yet these that we count errours may become him:
Narcissus was a sad Boy; but a heavenly:
Oh who can finde the bent of womans fancy?
I am a Foole; my reason is lost in me;
I have no choice; and I have ly'd so lewdly
That women ought to beate me。 On my knees
I aske thy pardon; Palamon; thou art alone;
And only beutifull; and these the eyes;
These the bright lamps of beauty; that command
And threaten Love; and what yong Mayd dare crosse 'em?
What a bold gravity; and yet inviting;
Has this browne manly face! O Love; this only
From this howre is Complexion: Lye there; Arcite;
Thou art a changling to him; a meere Gipsey;
And this the noble Bodie。 I am sotted;
Vtterly lost: My Virgins faith has fled me;
For if my brother but even now had ask'd me
Whether I lov'd; I had run mad for Arcite;
Now; if my Sister; More for Palamon。
Stand both together: Now; come aske me; Brother。
Alas; I know not! Aske me now; sweet Sister;
I may goe looke。 What a meere child is Fancie;
That; having two faire gawdes of equall sweetnesse;
Cannot distinguish; but must crie for both。
'Enter (a) Gent(leman。)'
EMILIA。
How now; Sir?
GENTLEMAN。
From the Noble Duke your Brother;
Madam; I bring you newes: The Knights are come。
EMILIA。
To end the quarrell?
GENTLEMAN。
Yes。
EMILIA。
Would I might end first:
What sinnes have I committed; chast Diana;
That my unspotted youth must now be soyld
With blood of Princes? and my Chastitie
Be made the Altar; where the lives of Lovers
(Two greater and two better never yet
Made mothers joy) must be the sacrifice
To my unhappy Beautie?
'Enter Theseus; Hipolita; Perithous and attendants。'
THESEUS。
Bring 'em in
Quickly; By any meanes; I long to see 'em。
Your two contending Lovers are return'd;
And with them their faire Knights: Now; my faire Sister;
You must love one of them。
EMILIA。
I had rather both;
So neither for my sake should fall untimely。
'Enter Messenger。 (Curtis。)'
THESEUS。
Who saw 'em?
PERITHOUS。
I; a while。
GENTLEMAN。
And I。
THESEUS。
From whence come you; Sir?
MESSENGER。
From the Knights。
THESEUS。
Pray; speake;
You that have seene them; what they are。
MESSENGER。
I will; Sir;
And truly what I thinke: Six braver spirits
Then these they have brought; (if we judge by the outside)
I never saw; nor read of。 He that stands
In the first place with Arcite; by his seeming;
Should be a stout man; by his face a Prince;
(His very lookes so say him) his complexion;
Nearer a browne; than blacke; sterne; and yet noble;
Which shewes him hardy; fearelesse; proud of dangers:
The circles of his eyes show fire within him;
And as a heated Lyon; so he lookes;
His haire hangs long behind him; blacke and shining
Like Ravens wings: his shoulders broad and strong;
Armd long and round; and on his Thigh a Sword
Hung by a curious Bauldricke; when he frownes
To seale his will with: better; o'my conscience
Was never Souldiers friend。
THESEUS。
Thou ha'st well describde him。
PERITHOUS。
Yet a great deale short;
Me thinkes; of him that's first with Palamon。
THESEUS。
Pray; speake him; friend。
PERITHOUS。
I ghesse he is a Prince too;
And; if it may be; greater; for his show
Has all the ornament of honour in't:
Hee's somewhat bigger; then the Knight he spoke of;
But of a face far sweeter; His complexion
Is (as a ripe grape) ruddy: he has felt;
Without doubt; what he fights for; and so apter
To make this cause his owne: In's face appeares
All the faire hopes of what he undertakes;
And when he's angry; then a setled valour
(Not tainted with extreames) runs through his body;
And guides his arme to brave things: Feare he cannot;
He shewes no such soft temper; his head's yellow;
Hard hayr'd; and curld; thicke twind like Ivy tods;
Not to undoe with thunder; In his face
The liverie of the warlike Maide appeares;
Pure red; and white; for yet no beard has blest him。
And in his rowling eyes sits victory;
As if she ever ment to court his valour:
His Nose stands high; a Character of honour。
His red lips; after fights; are fit for Ladies。
EMILIA。
Must these men die too?
PERITHOUS。
When he speakes; his tongue
Sounds like a Trumpet; All his lyneaments
Are as a man would wish 'em; strong and cleane;
He weares a well…steeld Axe; the staffe of gold;
His age some five and twenty。
MESSENGER。
Ther's another;
A little man; but of a tough soule; seeming
As great as any: fairer promises
In such a Body yet I never look'd on。
PERITHOUS。
O; he that's freckle fac'd?
MESSENGER。
The same; my Lord;
Are they not sweet ones?
PERITHOUS。
Yes; they are well。
MESSENGER。
Me thinkes;
Being so few; and well disposd; they show
Great; and fine art in nature: he's white hair'd;
Not wanton white; but such a manly colour
Next to an aborne; tough; and nimble set;
Which showes an active soule; his armes are brawny;
Linde with strong sinewes: To the shoulder peece
Gently they swell; like women new conceav'd;
Which speakes him prone to labour; never fainting
Vnder the waight of Armes; stout harted; still;
But when he stirs; a Tiger; he's gray eyd;
Which yeelds compassion where he conquers: sharpe
To spy advantages; and where he finds 'em;
He's swift to make 'em his: He do's no wrongs;
Nor takes none; he's round fac'd; and when he smiles
He showes a Lover; when he frownes; a Souldier:
About his head he weares the winners oke;
And in it stucke the favour of his Lady:
His age; some six and thirtie。 In his hand
He beares a charging Staffe; embost with silver。
THESEUS。
Are they all thus?
PERITHOUS。
They are all the sonnes of honour。
THESEUS。
Now; as I have a soule; I long to see'em。
Lady; you shall see men fight now。
HIPPOLITA。
I wish it;
But not the cause; my Lord; They would show
Bravely about the Titles of two Kingdomes;
Tis pitty Love should be so tyrannous:
O my soft harted Sister; what thinke you?
Weepe not; till they weepe blood; Wench; it must be。
THESEUS。
You have steel'd 'em with your Beautie。Honord Friend;
To you I give the Feild; pray; order it
Fitting the persons that must use it。
PERITHOUS。
Yes; Sir。
THESEUS。
Come; Ile goe visit 'em: I cannot stay;
Their fame has fir'd me so; Till they appeare。
Good Friend; be royall。
PERITHOUS。
There shall want no bravery。
EMILIA。
Poore wench; goe weepe; for whosoever wins;
Looses a noble Cosen for thy sins。 'Exeunt。'
Scaena 3。 (A room in the prison。)
'Enter Iailor; Wooer; Doctor。'
DOCTOR。
Her distraction is more at some time of the Moone; then at other
some; is it not?
IAILOR。
She is continually in a harmelesse distemper; sleepes little;
altogether without appetite; save often drinking; dreaming of
another world; and a better; and what broken peece of matter
so'ere she's about; the name Palamon lardes it; that she farces
ev'ry busines withall; fyts it to every question。
'Enter Daughter。'
Looke where shee comes; you shall perceive her behaviour。
DAUGHTER。
I have forgot it quite; The burden on't; was DOWNE A; DOWNE A;
and pend by no worse man; then Giraldo; Emilias Schoolemaster;
he's as Fantasticall too; as ever he may goe upon's legs;for
in the next world will Dido see Palamon; and then will she be
out of love with Eneas。
DOCTOR。
What stuff's here? pore soule!
IAILOR。
Ev'n thus all day long。
DAUGHTER。
Now for this Charme; that I told you of: you must bring a peece
of silver on the tip of your tongue; or no ferry: then; if it be
your chance to come where the blessed spirits; as ther's a sight
nowwe maids that have our Lyvers perish'd; crakt to peeces with
Love; we shall come there; and doe nothing all day long but picke
flowers with Proserpine; then will I make Palamon a Nosegay; then
let him marke me;then
DOCTOR。
How prettily she's amisse? note her a little further。
DAUGHTER。
Faith; ile tell you; sometime we goe to Barly breake; we of the
blessed; alas; tis a sore life they have i'th other place; such
burning; frying; boyling; hissing; howling; chattring; cursing;
oh they have shrowd measure! take heede; if one be mad; or hang
or drowne themselves; thither they goe; Iupiter blesse vs; and
there shall we be put in a Caldron of lead; and Vsurers grease;
amongst a whole million of cutpurses; and there boyle like a
Gamon
of Bacon that will never be enough。 'Exit。'
DOCTOR。
How her braine coynes!
DAUGHTER。
Lords and Courtiers; that have got maids with Child; they are in
this place: they shall stand in fire up to the Nav'le; and in yce
up to'th hart; and there th'offending part burnes; and the
deceaving part freezes; in troth
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