sir thomas more(托马斯·莫尔骑士)-第14节
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them： Generosis servis gloriosum mori。 Dear Gough； thou art my learned
secretary； You； Master Catesby； steward of my house； The rest like you
have had fair time to grow In sun…shine of my fortunes。 But I must tell ye；
Corruption is fled hence with each man's office； Bribes； that make open
traffic twixt the soul And netherland of hell； deliver up Their guilty
homage to the second lords。 Then； living thus untainted； you are well：
Truth is no pilot for the land of hell。
＇Enter a Servant。＇
SERVANT。 My lord； there are new lighted at the gate The Earls of
Surrey and of Shrewsbury； And they expect you in the inner court。
MORE。 Entreat their lordships come into the hall。
＇Exit Servant。＇
LADY MORE。 Oh； God； what news with them？
MORE。 Why； how now； wife！ They are but come to visit their old
friend。
LADY MORE。 Oh； God； I fear； I fear！
MORE。 What shouldst thou fear； fond woman？ Justum； si fractus
illabatur orbis； inpavidum ferient ruinae。 Here let me live estranged from
great men's looks； They are like golden flies on leaden hooks。
＇Enter the Earls； Downs with his mace； and Attendants。＇
SHREWSBURY。 Good morrow； good Sir Thomas。
＇Kind salutations。＇
SURREY。 Good day； good madame。
MORE。 Welcome； my good lords。 What ails your lordships look so
melancholy？ Oh； I know； you live in court； and the court diet Is only
friend to physic。
SURREY。 Oh； Sir Thomas； Our words are now the kings； and our sad
looks The interest of your love！ We are sent to you From our mild
sovereign； once more to demand If you'll subscribe unto those articles He
sent ye th' other day： be well advised； For； on mine honor； lord； grave
Doctor Fisher Bishop of Rochester； at the self same instant Attached with
you； is sent unto the Tower For the like obstinacy： his majesty Hath only
sent you prisoner to your house； But； if you now refuse for to subscribe； A
stricter course will follow。
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LADY MORE。 Oh； dear husband！
＇Kneeling and weeping。＇
BOTH DAUGHTERS。 Dear father！
MORE。 See； my lords； This partner and these subjects to my flesh
Prove rebels to my conscience！ But； my good lords； If I refuse； must I unto
the Tower？
SHREWSBURY。 You must； my lord； here is an officer Ready for to
arrest you of high treason。
LADY MORE AND DAUGHTERS。 Oh； God； oh； God！
ROPER。 Be patient； good madam。
MORE。 Aye； Downs； ist thou？ I once did save thy life； When else by
cruel riotous assault Thou hadst been torn in pieces： thou art reserved To
be my summoner to yond spiritual court。 Give me thy hand； good fellow；
smooth thy face： The diet that thou drinkst is spic'd with mace； And I
could ne'er abide it； 'twill not disgest； Twill lie too heavily； man； on my
weak breast。
SHREWSBURY。 Be brief； my lord； for we are limited Unto an hour。
MORE。 Unto an hour！ tis well： The bell soon shall toll my knell。
LADY MORE。 Dear loving husband； if you respect not me； Yet think
upon your daughters。
＇Kneeling。＇
MORE。 Wife； stand up； I have bethought me； And I'll now satisfy the
king's good pleasure。
＇Pointing to himself。＇
BOTH DAUGHTERS。 Oh； happy alteration！
SHREWSBURY。 Come； then； subscribe； my lord。
SURREY。 I am right glad of this your fair conversion。
MORE。 Oh； pardon me！ I will subscribe to go unto the Tower With all
submissive willingness； and thereto add My bones to strengthen the
foundation Of Julius Caesar's palace。 Now； my lord； I'll satisfy the king；
even with my blood； Now will I wrong your patience。Friend； do thine
office。
DOWNES。 Sir thomas More； Lord Chancellor of England； I arrest you
in the king's name of high treason。
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MORE。 Gramercies； friend。 To a great prison； to discharge the strife
Commenc'd twixt conscience and my frailer life； More now must march。
Chelsea； adieu； adieu！ Strange farewell！ thou shalt ne'er more see More
true； For I shall ne'er see thee more。Servants； farewell。 Wife； mar not
thine indifferent face； be wise： More's widow's husband； he must make
thee rise。 Daughters。。。。： what's here； what's here？ Mine eye had almost
parted with a tear。 Dear son； possess my virtue； that I ne'er gave。 Grave
More thus lightly walks to a quick grave。
ROPER。 Curae leves loquuntur； ingentes stupent。
MORE。 You that way in； mind you my course in prayer： By water I to
prison； to heaven through air。
＇Exeunt。＇
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ACT V。
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SCENE I。 The Tower Gate。
＇Enter the Warders of the Tower； with halbards。＇
FIRST WARDER。 Ho； make a guard there！
SECOND WARDER。 Master Lieutenant gives a straight command；
The people be avoided from the bridge。
THIRD WARDER。 From whence is he committed； who can tell？
FIRST WARDER。 From Durham House； I hear。
SECOND WARDER。 The guard were waiting there are hour ago。
THIRD WARDER。 If he stay long； he'll not get near the wharf； There's
such a crowd of boats upon the Thames。
SECOND WARDER。 Well； be it spoken without offence to any； A
wiser or more virtuous gentleman Was never bred in England。
THIRD WARDER。 I think； the poor will bury him in tears： I never
heard a man； since I was born； So generally bewailed of every one。
＇Enter a Poor Woman。＇
What means this woman？Whether doost thou press？
FIRST WARDER。 This woman will be trod to death anon。
SECOND WARDER。 What makest thou here？
WOMAN。 To speak with that good man； Sir Thomas More。
SECOND WARDER。 To speak with him！ he's not Lord Chancellor。
WOMAN。 The more's the pity； sir； if it pleased God。
SECOND WARDER。 Therefore； if thou hast a petition to deliver；
Thou mayst keep it now； for any thing I know。
WOMAN。 I am a poor woman； and have had （God knows） A suit this
two year in the Chancery； And he hath all the evidence I have Which
should I lose； I am utterly undone。
SECOND WARDER。 Faith； and I fear thoult hardly come by am now；
I am sorry for thee； even with all my heart。
＇Enter the Lords with Sir Thomas More； and Attendants； and enter
Lieutenant and Gentleman Porter。＇
Woman； stand back； you must avoid this place； The lords must pass
this way into the Tower。
MORE。 I thank your lordships for your pains thus far To my strong
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house。
WOMAN。 Now； good Sir Thomas More； for Christ's dear sake；
Deliver me my writings back again That do concern my title。
MORE。 What； my old client； are thou got hither too？ Poor silly wretch；
I must confess indeed； I had such writings as concern thee near； But the
king has ta'en the matter into his own hand； He has all I had： then； woman；
sue to him； I cannot help thee； thou must bear with me。
WOMAN。 Ah； gentle heart； my soul for thee is sad！ Farewell the best
friend that the poor e'er had。
＇Exit Woman。＇
GENTLEMAN PORTER。 Before you enter through the Towergate；
Your upper garment； sir； belongs to me。 MORE。 Sir； you shall have it；
there it is。
＇He gives him his cap。＇
GENTLEMAN PORTER。 The upmost on your back； sir； you mistake
me。
MORE。 Sir； now I understand ye very well： But that you name my
back； Sure else my cap had been the uppermost。
SHREWSBURY。 Farewell； kind lord； God send us merry meeting！
MORE。 Amen； my lord。
SURREY。 Farewell； dear friend； I hope your safe return。
MORE。 My lord； and my dear fellow in the Muses； Farewell； farewell；
most noble poet。
LIEUTENANT。 Adieu； most honored lords。
＇Exeunt Lords
