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Algernon Charles Swinburne； _Chastelard； a tragedy_ 。 Boston： E。P。 Dutton； 1866。
Chastelard
Algernon Charles Swinburne
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Algernon Charles Swinburne； _Chastelard； a tragedy_ 。 Boston： E。P。 Dutton； 1866。
PERSONS。
MARY STUART。 MARY BEATON。 MARY SEYTON。 MARY
CARMICHAEL。 MARY HAMILTON。 PIERRE DE BOSCOSEL DE
CHASTELARD。 DARNLEY。 MURRAY。 RANDOLPH。 MORTON。
LINDSAY。 FATHER BLACK。
Guards； Burgesses； a Preacher； Citizens； &c。
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Algernon Charles Swinburne； _Chastelard； a tragedy_ 。 Boston： E。P。 Dutton； 1866。
ACT I。
MARY BEATON。
SCENE I。The Upper Chamber in Holyrood。
The four MARIES。
MARY BEATON （sings）：
1。 Le navire Est a l'eau； Entends rire Ce gros flot Que fait luire Et
bruire Le vieux sire Aquilo。
2。 Dans l'espace Du grand air Le vent passe Comme un fer； Siffle et
sonne； Tombe et tonne； Prend et donne A la mer。
3。 Vois； la brise Tourne au nord； Et la bise Souffle et mord Sur ta pure
Chevelure Qui murmure Et se tord。
MARY HAMILTON。 You never sing now but it makes you sad； Why
do you sing？
MARY BEATON。 I hardly know well why； It makes me sad to sing；
and very sad To hold my peace。
MARY CARMICHAEL。 I know what saddens you。
MARY BEATON。 Prithee； what？ what？
MARY CARMICHAEL。 Why； since we came from France； You have
no lover to make stuff for songs。
MARY BEATON。 You are wise； for there my pain begins indeed；
Because I have no lovers out of France。
MARY SEYTON。 I mind me of one Olivier de Pesme； （You knew him；
sweet；） a pale man with short hair； Wore tied at sleeve the Beaton color。
MARY CARMICHAEL。 Blue I know； blue scarfs。 I never liked that
knight。
MARY HAMILTON。 Me？ I know him？ I hardly knew his name。 Black；
was his hair？ no； brown。
MARY SEYTON。 Light pleases you： I have seen the time brown
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Algernon Charles Swinburne； _Chastelard； a tragedy_ 。 Boston： E。P。 Dutton； 1866。
served you well enough。
MARY CARMICHAEL。 Lord Darnley's is a mere maid's yellow。
MARY HAMILTON。 No； A man's； good color。
MARY SEYTON。 Ah； does that burn your blood？ Why； what a bitter
color is this read That fills your face！ if you be not in love； I am no
maiden。
MARY HAMILTON。 Nay； God help true hearts！ I must be stabbed
with love then； to the bone； Yea to the spirit； past cure。
MARY SEYTON。 What were you saying？ I see some jest run up and
down your lips。
MARY CARMICHAEL。 Finish your song； I know you have more of it；
Good sweet； I pray you do。
MARY BEATON。 I am too sad。
MARY CARMICHAEL。 This will not sadden you to sing； your song
Tastes sharp of sea and the sea's bitterness； But small pain sticks on it。
MARY BEATON。 Nay； it is sad； For either sorrow with the beaten lips
Sings not at all； or if it does get breath Sings quick and sharp like a hard
sort of mirth： And so this song does； or I would it did； That it might please
me better than it does。
MARY SEYTON。 Well； as you choose then。 What a sort of men
Crowd all about the squares！
MARY CARMICHAEL。 Ay； hateful men； For look how many talking
mouths be there； So many angers show their teeth at us。 Which one is that；
stooped somewhat in the neck； That walks so with his chin against the
wind； Lips sideways shut？ a keen…faced manlo there； He that walks
midmost。
MARY SEYTON。 That is Master Knox。 He carries all these folk
within his skin； Bound up as 't were between the brows of him Like a bad
thought； their hearts beat inside his； They gather at his lips like flies in the
sun； Thrust sides to catch his face。
MARY CARMICHAEL。 Look forth； sopush The windowfurther
see you anything？
MARY HAMILTON。 They are well gone； but pull the lattice in； The
wind is like a blade aslant。 Would God I could get back one day I think
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Algernon Charles Swinburne； _Chastelard； a tragedy_ 。 Boston： E。P。 Dutton； 1866。
upon： The day we four and some six after us Sat in that Louvre garden and
plucked fruits To cast love…lots with in the gathered grapes； This way： you
shut your eyes and reach and pluck； And catch a lover for each grape you
get。 I got but one； a green one； and it broke Between my fingers and it ran
down through them。
MARY SEYTON。 Ay； and the queen fell in a little wrath Because she
got so many； and tore off Some of them she had plucked unwittingly She
said； against her will。 What fell to you？
MARY BEATON。 Me？ nothing but the stalk of a stripped bunch With
clammy grape…juice leavings at the tip。
MARY CARMICHAEL。 Ay； true； the queen came first and she won all；
It was her bunch we took to cheat you with。 What； will you weep for that
now？ for you seem As one that means to weep。 God pardon me！ I think
your throat is choking up with tears。 You are not well； sweet； for a lying
jest To shake you thus much。
MARY BEATON。 I am well enough： Give not your pity trouble for my
sake。
MARY SEYTON。 If you be well sing out your song and laugh；
Though it were but to fret the fellows there。 Now shall we catch her
secret washed and wet In the middle of her song； for she must weep If she
sing through。
MARY HAMILTON。 I told you it was love； I watched her eyes all
through the masquing time Feed on his face by morsels； she must weep。
MARY BEATON。
4。 Le navire Passe et luit； Puis chavire A grand bruit； Et sur l'onde La
plus blonde Tete au monde Flotte et fuit。
5。 Moi； je rame； Et l'amour； C'est ma flamme； Mon grand jour； Ma
chandelle Blanche et belle； Ma chapelle
De sejour。
6。 Toi； mon ame Et ma foi； Sois； ma dame； Et ma loi； Sois ma mie；
Sois Marie； Sois ma vie； Toute a moi！
MARY SEYTON。 I know the song； a song of Chastelard's； He made in
coming over with the queen。 How hard it rained！ he played that over twice
Sitting before her； singing each word soft； As if he loved the least she
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listened to。
MARY HAMILTON。 No marvel if he loved it for her sake； She is the
choice of women in the world； Is she not； sweet？
MARY BEATON。 I have seen no fairer one。
MARY SEYTON。 And the most loving： did you note last night How
long she held him with her hands and eyes； Looking a little sadly； and at
last Kissed him below the chin and parted so As the dance ended？
MARY HAMILTON。 This was courtesy； So might I kiss my singing…
bird's red bill After some song； till he bit short my lip。
MARY SEYTON。 But if a lady hold her bird anights To sing to her
between her fingers…ha？ I have seen such birds。
MARY CARMICHAEL。 O； you talk emptily； She is full of grace； and
marriage in good time Will wash the fool called scandal off men's lips。
MARY HAMILTON。 I know not that； I know how folk would gibe If
one of us pushed courtesy so far。 She has always loved love's fashions
well； you wot； The marshal； head friend of this Chastelard's； She used to
talk with ere he brought her here And sow their talk with little kisses thick
As roses in rose…harvest。 For myself； I cannot see which side of her that
lurks； Which snares in such wise all the sense of men； What special beauty；
subtle as man's eye And tender as the inside of the eyelid is； There grows
about her。
MARY CARMICHAEL。 I think her cunning speech… The soft and
rapid shudder of her breath In talking…the rare tender little laugh… The
pitiful sweet sound like a bird's sigh When her voice breaks； her talking
does it all。
MARY SEYTON。 I say； her eyes with those clear perfect brows： It is
the playing of those eyelashes； The lure of amorous looks as sad as love；
Plucks all souls toward her like a net。
MARY HAMILTON。 What； what！ You praise her in too lover…like a
wise For women that praise women； such report Is like robes worn the
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