chastelard(蔡斯特拉德)-第3节
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QUEEN。 A Venus crowned； that eats the hearts of men： Below her flies
a love with a bat's wings； And strings the hair of paramours to bind Live
birds' feet with。 Lo what small subtle work： The smith's name； Gian
Grisostomo dawhat？ Can you read that？ The sea froths underfoot； She
stands upon the sea and it curls up In soft loose curls that run to one in the
wind。 But her hair is not shaken； there 's a fault； It lies straight down in
close…cut points and tongues； Not like blown hair。 The legend is writ small：
Still one makes out this…Cave*if you look。
CHASTELARD。 I see the Venus well enough； God wot； But nothing
of the legend。
QUEEN。 Come； fair lord； Shall we dance now？ My heart is good
again。
＇They dance a measure。＇
DARNLEY。 I do not like this manner of a dance； This game of two by
two； it were much better To meet between the changes and to mix Than
still to keep apart and whispering Each lady out of earshot with her friend。
MARY BEATON。 That 's as the lady serves her knight； I think： We are
broken up too much。
DARNLEY。 Nay； no such thing； Be not wroth； lady； I wot it was the
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queen Pricked each his friend out。 Look you nowyour ear If love had
gone by choosinghow they laugh； Lean lips together； and wring hands
underhand！ What； you look white too； sick of heart； ashamed； No marvel
for men call ithark you though
＇They pass。＇
MURRAY。 Was the queen found no merrier in France？
MARY HAMILTON。 Why； have you seen her sorrowful to…night？
MURRAY。 I say not so much； blithe she seems at whiles； Gentle and
goodly doubtless in all ways； But hardly with such lightness and quick
heart As it was said。
MARY HAMILTON。 'Tis your great care of her Makes you misdoubt；
nought else。
MURRAY。 Yea； may be so； She has no cause I know to sadden her。
＇They pass。＇
QUEEN。 I am tired too soon； I could have danced down hours Two
years gone hence and felt no wearier。 One grows much older northwards；
my fair lord； I wonder men die south； meseems all France Smells sweet
with living； and bright breath of days That keep men far from dying。 Peace；
pray you now； No dancing more。 Sing； sweet； and make us mirth； We have
done with dancing measures： sing that song You call the song of love at
ebb。
MARY BEATON。
＇Sings。＇
1。 Between the sunset and the sea My love laid hands and lips on me；
Of sweet came sour； of day came night； Of long desire came brief delight：
Ah love； and what thing came of thee Between the sea…downs and the sea？
2。 Between the sea…mark and the sea Joy grew to grief； grief grew to
me； Love turned to tears； and tears to fire； And dead delight to new desire；
Love's talk； love's touch there seemed to be Between the sea…sand and the
sea。
3。 Between the sundown and the sea Love watched one hour of love
with me； Then down the all…golden water…ways His feet flew after
yesterday's； I saw them come and saw them flee Between the sea…foam
and the sea。
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4。 Between the sea…strand and the sea Love fell on sleep； sleep fell on
me； The first star saw twain turn to one Between the moonrise and the sun；
The next； that saw not love； saw me Between the sea…banks and the sea。
QUEEN。 Lo； sirs； What mirth is here！ Some song of yours； fair lord；
You know glad ways of rhymingno such tunes As go to tears。
CHASTELARD。 I made this yesterday； For its love's sake I pray you
let it live。
1。 Apres tant de jours； apres tant de pleurs； Soyez secourable a mon
ame en peine。 Voyez comme Avril fait l'amour aux fleurs； Dame d'amour；
dame aux belles couleurs； Dieu vous a fait belle； Amour vous fait reine。
2。 Rions； je t'en prie； aimons； je le veux。 Le temps fuit et rit et ne
revient guere Pour baiser le bout de tes blonds cheveux； Pour baiser tes
cils； ta bouche et tes yeux； L'amour n'a qu'un jour aupres de sa mere。
QUEEN。 'T is a true song； love shall not pluck time back Nor time lie
down with love。 For me； I am old； Have you no hair changed since you
changed to Scot？ I look each day to see my face drawn up About the eyes；
as if they sucked the cheeks。 I think this air and face of things here north
Puts snow at flower…time in the blood； and tears Between the sad eyes and
the merry mouth In their youth…days。
CHASTELARD。 It is a bitter air。
QUEEN。 Faith； if I might be gone； sir； would I stay？ I think； for no
man's love's sake。
CHASTELARD。 I think not。
QUEEN。 Do you yet mind at landing how the quay Looked like a
blind wet face in waste of wind And washing of wan waves？ how the hard
mist Made the hills ache？ your songs lied loud； my knight； They said my
face would burn off cloud and rain Seen once； and fill the crannied land
with fire； Kindle the capes in their blind black…gray hoods I know not
what。 You praise me past all loves； And these men love me little； 't is some
fault； I think； to love me： even a fool's sweet fault。 I have your verse still
beating in my head Of how the swallow got a wing broken In the spring
time； and lay upon his side Watching the rest fly off i' the red leaf…time；
And broke his heart with grieving at himself Before the snow came。 Do
you know that lord With sharp…set eyes？ and him with huge thewed throat？
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Good friends to me； I had need love them well。 Why do you look one way？
I will not have you Keep your eyes here： 't is no great wit in me To care
much now for old French friends of mine。 Come； a fresh measure； come；
play well for me； Fair sirs； your playing puts life in foot and heart。
DARNLEY。 Lo you again； sirs； how she laughs and leans； Holding
him fastthe supple way she hath！ Your queen hath none such； better as
she is For all her measures； a grave English maid； Than queen of snakes
and Scots。
RANDOLPH。 She is over fair To be so sweet and hurt not。 A good
knight； Goodly to look on。
MURRAY。 Yea； a good sword too； And of good kin； too light of loving
though； These jangling song…smiths are keen love…mongers； They snap at
all meats。
DARNLEY。 What！ by God I think； For all his soft French face and
bright boy's sword； There be folks fairer： and for knightliness； These hot…
lipped brawls of Paris breed sweet knights Mere stabbers for a laugh
across the wine。
QUEEN。 There； I have danced you down for once； fair lord； You look
pale now。 Nay then for courtesy I must needs help you； do not bow your
head； I am tall enough to reach close under it。
＇Kisses him。＇
Now come； we'll sit and see this passage through。
DARNLEY。 A courtesy； God help us！ courtesy Pray God it wound
not where it should heal wounds。 Why； there was here last year some lord
of France （Priest on the wrong side as some folk are prince） Told tales of
Paris ladiesnay； by God； No jest for queen's lips to catch laughter of That
would keep clean； I wot he made good mirth； But she laughed over
sweetly； and in such wise But she laughed over sweetly； and in such
wise Nay； I laughed too； but lothly。
QUEEN。 How they look！ The least thing courteous galls them to the
bone。 What would one say now I were thinking of？
CHASTELARD。 It seems； some sweet thing。
QUEEN。 True； a sweet one； sir That madrigal you made Alys de
Saulx Of the three ways of love： the first kiss honor； The second pity； and
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the last kiss love。 Which think you now was that I kissed you with？
CHASTELARD。 It should be pity； if you be pitiful； For I am past all
honoring that keep Outside the eye of battle； where my kin Fallen overseas
have found this many a day No helm of mine between them； and for love；
I think of that as dead men of good days Ere the wrong side of death was
theirs； when God Was friends with them。
QUEEN。 Good； call it pity then。 You have a subtle riddling skill at
