cymbeline(辛白林)-第20节
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out； though with the loss Of many a bold one； whose kinsmen have made
suit That their good souls may be appeas'd with slaughter Of you their
captives； which ourself have granted； So think of your estate。 LUCIUS。
Consider； sir； the chance of war。 The day Was yours by accident； had it
gone with us； We should not； when the blood was cool； have threaten'd
Our prisoners with the sword。 But since the gods Will have it thus； that
nothing but our lives May be call'd ransom； let it come。 Sufficeth A
Roman with a Roman's heart can suffer。 Augustus lives to think on't； and
so much For my peculiar care。 This one thing only I will entreat： my boy； a
Briton born； Let him be ransom'd。 Never master had A page so kind； so
duteous； diligent； So tender over his occasions； true； So feat； so nurse…like；
let his virtue join With my request； which I'll make bold your Highness
Cannot deny； he hath done no Briton harm Though he have serv'd a
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Roman。 Save him； sir； And spare no blood beside。 CYMBELINE。 I have
surely seen him； His favour is familiar to me。 Boy； Thou hast look'd
thyself into my grace； And art mine own。 I know not why； wherefore To
say 'Live； boy。' Ne'er thank thy master。 Live； And ask of Cymbeline what
boon thou wilt； Fitting my bounty and thy state； I'll give it； Yea； though
thou do demand a prisoner； The noblest ta'en。 IMOGEN。 I humbly thank
your Highness。 LUCIUS。 I do not bid thee beg my life； good lad； And yet I
know thou wilt。 IMOGEN。 No； no！ Alack； There's other work in hand。 I
see a thing Bitter to me as death； your life； good master； Must shuffle for
itself。 LUCIUS。 The boy disdains me； He leaves me； scorns me。 Briefly
die their joys That place them on the truth of girls and boys。 Why stands
he so perplex'd？ CYMBELINE。 What wouldst thou； boy？ I love thee more
and more； think more and more What's best to ask。 Know'st him thou
look'st on？ Speak； Wilt have him live？ Is he thy kin？ thy friend？ IMOGEN。
He is a Roman； no more kin to me Than I to your Highness； who； being
born your vassal； Am something nearer。 CYMBELINE。 Wherefore ey'st
him so？ IMOGEN。 I'll tell you； sir； in private； if you please To give me
hearing。 CYMBELINE。 Ay； with all my heart； And lend my best attention。
What's thy name？ IMOGEN。 Fidele； sir。 CYMBELINE。 Thou'rt my good
youth； my page； I'll be thy master。 Walk with me； speak freely。
＇CYMBELINE and IMOGEN converse apart＇ BELARIUS。 Is not this boy
reviv'd from death？ ARVIRAGUS。 One sand another Not more resembles…
that sweet rosy lad Who died and was Fidele。 What think you？
GUIDERIUS。 The same dead thing alive。 BELARIUS。 Peace； peace！ see
further。 He eyes us not； forbear。 Creatures may be alike； were't he； I am
sure He would have spoke to us。 GUIDERIUS。 But we saw him dead。
BELARIUS。 Be silent； let's see further。 PISANIO。 ＇Aside＇ It is my
mistress。 Since she is living； let the time run on To good or bad。
＇CYMBELINE and IMOGEN advance＇ CYMBELINE。 Come； stand thou
by our side； Make thy demand aloud。 ＇To IACHIMO＇ Sir； step you forth；
Give answer to this boy； and do it freely； Or； by our greatness and the
grace of it； Which is our honour； bitter torture shall Winnow the truth from
falsehood。 On； speak to him。 IMOGEN。 My boon is that this gentleman
may render Of whom he had this ring。 POSTHUMUS。 ＇Aside＇ What's that
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to him？ CYMBELINE。 That diamond upon your finger； say How came it
yours？ IACHIMO。 Thou'lt torture me to leave unspoken that Which to be
spoke would torture thee。 CYMBELINE。 How？ me？ IACHIMO。 I am glad
to be constrain'd to utter that Which torments me to conceal。 By villainy I
got this ring； 'twas Leonatus' jewel； Whom thou didst banish； and… which
more may grieve thee； As it doth me… a nobler sir ne'er liv'd 'Twixt sky and
ground。 Wilt thou hear more； my lord？ CYMBELINE。 All that belongs to
this。 IACHIMO。 That paragon； thy daughter； For whom my heart drops
blood and my false spirits Quail to remember… Give me leave； I faint。
CYMBELINE。 My daughter？ What of her？ Renew thy strength； I had
rather thou shouldst live while nature will Than die ere I hear more。 Strive；
man； and speak。 IACHIMO。 Upon a time… unhappy was the clock That
struck the hour！… was in Rome… accurs'd The mansion where！… 'twas at a
feast… O； would Our viands had been poison'd； or at least Those which I
heav'd to head！… the good Posthumus… What should I say？ he was too good
to be Where ill men were； and was the best of all Amongst the rar'st of
good ones… sitting sadly Hearing us praise our loves of Italy For beauty
that made barren the swell'd boast Of him that best could speak； for
feature； laming The shrine of Venus or straight…pight Minerva； Postures
beyond brief nature； for condition； A shop of all the qualities that man
Loves woman for； besides that hook of wiving； Fairness which strikes the
eye… CYMBELINE。 I stand on fire。 Come to the matter。 IACHIMO。 All
too soon I shall； Unless thou wouldst grieve quickly。 This Posthumus；
Most like a noble lord in love and one That had a royal lover； took his hint；
And not dispraising whom we prais'd… therein He was as calm as virtue… he
began His mistress' picture； which by his tongue being made； And then a
mind put in't； either our brags Were crack'd of kitchen trulls； or his
description Prov'd us unspeaking sots。 CYMBELINE。 Nay； nay； to th'
purpose。 IACHIMO。 Your daughter's chastity… there it begins。 He spake of
her as Dian had hot dreams And she alone were cold； whereat I； wretch；
Made scruple of his praise； and wager'd with him Pieces of gold 'gainst
this which then he wore Upon his honour'd finger； to attain In suit the
place of's bed； and win this ring By hers and mine adultery。 He； true knight；
No lesser of her honour confident Than I did truly find her； stakes this ring；
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And would so； had it been a carbuncle Of Phoebus' wheel； and might so
safely； had it Been all the worth of's car。 Away to Britain Post I in this
design。 Well may you； sir； Remember me at court； where I was taught Of
your chaste daughter the wide difference 'Twixt amorous and villainous。
Being thus quench'd Of hope； not longing； mine Italian brain Gan in your
duller Britain operate Most vilely； for my vantage； excellent； And； to be
brief； my practice so prevail'd That I return'd with simular proof enough
To make the noble Leonatus mad； By wounding his belief in her renown
With tokens thus and thus； averring notes Of chamber…hanging； pictures；
this her bracelet… O cunning； how I got it！… nay； some marks Of secret on
her person； that he could not But think her bond of chastity quite crack'd； I
having ta'en the forfeit。 Whereupon… Methinks I see him now…
POSTHUMUS。 ＇Coming forward＇ Ay； so thou dost； Italian fiend！ Ay me；
most credulous fool； Egregious murderer； thief； anything That's due to all
the villains past； in being； To come！ O； give me cord； or knife； or poison；
Some upright justicer！ Thou； King； send out For torturers ingenious。 It is I
That all th' abhorred things o' th' earth amend By being worse than they。 I
am Posthumus； That kill'd thy daughter； villain…like； I lie… That caus'd a
lesser villain than myself； A sacrilegious thief； to do't。 The temple Of
virtue was she； yea； and she herself。 Spit； and throw stones； cast mire upon
me； set The dogs o' th' street to bay me。 Every villain Be call'd Posthumus
Leonatus； and Be villainy less than 'twas！ O Imogen！ My queen； my life；
my wife！ O Imogen； Imogen； Imogen！ IMOGEN。 Peace； my lord。 Hear；
hear！ POSTHUMUS。 Shall's have a play of this？ Thou scornful page；
There lies thy part。 ＇Strikes her。 She falls＇ PISANIO。 O gentlemen； help！
Mine and your mistress！ O； my lord Posthumus！ You ne'er kill'd Imogen
till now。 Help； help！ Mine honour'd lady！ CYMBELINE。 Does the world
go round？ POSTHUMUS
