chastelard(蔡斯特拉德)-第5节
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that be prated of。
MARY SEYTON。 Nay； if she were not chasteI have not said She was
not chaste。
QUEEN。 I know you are tender of her； And your sweet word will
hardly turn her sweet。
MARY SEYTON。 Indeed I would fain do her any good。 Shall I not
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take some gracious word to her？
QUEEN。 Bid her not come or wait on me to…day。
MARY SEYTON。 Will you see him？
QUEEN。 SeeO； this Chastelard？ He doth not well to sing maids into
shame； And folk are sharp here； yet for sweet friends' sake Assuredly I 'll
see him。 I am not wroth。 A goodly man； and a good sword thereto It may
be he shall wed her。 I am not wroth。
MARY SEYTON。 Nay； though she bore with him； she hath no great
love； I doubt me； that way。
QUEEN。 God mend all； I pray And keep us from all wrongdoing and
wild words。 I think there is no fault men fall upon But I could pardon。
Look you； I would swear She were no paramour for any man； So well I
love her。
MARY SEYTON。 Am I to bid him in？
QUEEN。 As you will； sweet。 But if you held me hard You did me
grievous wrong。 Doth he wait there？ Men call me over tender； I had rather
so； Than too ungracious。 Father； what with you？
＇Enter FATHER BLACK。＇
FATHER BLACK。 God's peace and health of soul be with the queen！
And pardon be with me though I speak truth。 As I was going on peaceable
men's wise Through your good town； desiring no man harm； A kind of
shameful woman with thief's lips Spake somewhat to me over a thrust…out
chin； Soliciting as I deemed an alms； which alms （Remembering what was
writ of Magdalen） I gave no grudging but with pure good heart； When lo
some scurril children that lurked near； Set there by Satan for my
stumbling…stone； Fell hooting with necks thwart and eyes asquint；
Screeched and made horns and shot out tongues at me； As at my Lord the
Jews shot out their tongues And made their heads wag； I considering this
Took up my cross in patience and passed forth： Nevertheless one ran
between my feet And made me totter； using speech and signs I smart with
shame to think of： then my blood Kindled； and I was moved to smite the
knave； And the knave howled； whereat the lewd whole herd Brake forth
upon me and cast mire and stones So that I ran sore risk of bruise or gash
If they had touched； likewise I heard men say； （Their foul speech missed
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not mine ear） they cried； 〃This devil's mass…priest hankers for new flesh
Like a dry hound； let him seek such at home； Snuff and smoke out the
queen's French〃
QUEEN。 They said that？
FATHER BLACK。 〃French paramours that breed more shames than
sons All her court through；〃 forgive me。
QUEEN。 With my heart。 Father； you see the hatefulness of these… They
loathe us for our love。 I am not moved： What should I do being angry？ By
this hand （Which is not big enough to bruise their lips）； I marvel what
thing should be done with me To make me wroth。 We must have patience
with us When we seek thank of men。
FATHER BLACK。 Madam； farewell； I pray God keep you in such
patient heart。
＇Exit。＇
QUEEN。 Let him come now。
MARY SEYTON。 Madam； he is at hand。
＇Exit。＇
＇Enter CHASTELARD。＇
QUEEN。 Give me that broidery frame； how； gone so soon？ No maid
about？ Reach me some skein of silk。 What； are you come； fair lord？ Now
by my life That lives here idle； I am right glad of you； I have slept so well
and sweet since yesternight It seems our dancing put me in glad heart。 Did
you sleep well？
CHASTELARD。 Yea； as a man may sleep。
QUEEN。 You smile as if I jested； do not men Sleep as we do？ Had you
fair dreams in the night？ For me…but I should fret you with my dreams… I
dreamed sweet things。 You are good at soothsaying： Make me a sonnet of
my dream。
CHASTELARD。 I will； When I shall know it。
QUEEN。 I thought I was asleep In Paris； lying by my lord； and knew
In somewise he was well awake； and yet I could not wake too； and I
seemed to know He hated me； and the least breath I made Would turn
somehow to slay or stifle me。 Then in brief time he rose and went away；
Saying； Let her dream； but when her dream is out I will come back and
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kill her as she wakes。 And I lay sick and trembling with sore fear； And still
I knew that I was deep asleep； And thinking I must dream now； or I die；
God send me some good dream lest I be slain； Fell fancying one had
bound my feet with cords And bade me dance； and the first measure made
I fell upon my face and wept for pain： And my cords broke； and I began
the dance To a bitter tune； and he that danced with me Was clothed in
black with long red lines and bars And masked down to the lips； but by the
chin I knew you though your lips were sewn up close With scarlet thread
all dabbled wet in blood。 And then I knew the dream was not for good。
And striving with sore travail to reach up And kiss you （you were taller in
my dream） I missed your lips and woke。
CHASTELARD。 Sweet dreams； you said？ An evil dream I hold it for；
sweet love。
QUEEN。 You call love sweet； yea； what is bitter； then？ There's nothing
broken sleep could hit upon So bitter as the breaking down of love。 You
call me sweet； I am not sweet to you； Nor you…O； I would say not sweet to
me； And if I said so I should hardly lie。 But there have been those things
between us； sir； That men call sweet。
CHASTELARD。 I know not how There is Turns to There hath been； 't
is a heavier change Than change of flesh to dust。 Yet though years change
And good things end and evil things grow great； The old love that was； or
that was dreamed about； That sang and kissed and wept upon itself；
Laughed and ran mad with love of its own face； That was a sweet thing。
QUEEN。 Nay； I know not well。 'T is when the man is held fast
underground They say for sooth what manner of heart he had。 We are alive；
and cannot be well sure If we loved much or little： think you not It were
convenient one of us should die？
CHASTELARD。 Madam； your speech is harsh to understand。
QUEEN。 Why； there could come no change then； one of us Would
never need to fear our love might turn To the sad thing that it may grow to
be。 I would sometimes all things were dead asleep That I have loved； all
buried in soft beds And sealed with dreams and visions； and each dawn
Sung to by sorrows； and all night assuaged By short sweet kissed and by
sweet long loves For old life's sake； lest weeping overmuch Should wake
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them in a strange new time； and arm Memory's blind hand to kill
forgetfulness。
CHASTELARD。 Look； you dream still； and sadly。
QUEEN。 Sooth； a dream； For such things died or lied in sweet love's
face； And I forget them not； God help my wit！ I would the whole world
were made up of sleep And life not fashioned out of lies and loves。 We
foolish women have such times； you know； When we are weary or afraid
or sick For perfect nothing。
CHASTELARD。 ＇Aside。＇ Now would one be fain To know what bitter
or what dangerous thing She thinks of； softly chafing her soft lip。 She
must mean evil。
QUEEN。 Are you sad too； sir； That you say nothing？
CHASTELARD。 I？ not sad a jot… Though this your talk might make a
blithe man sad。
QUEEN。 O me！ I must not let stray sorrows out； They are ill to fledge；
and if they feel blithe air They wail and chirp untunefully。 Would God I
had been a man！ when I was born； men say； My father turned his face and
wept to think I was no man。
CHASTELARD。 Will you weep too？
QUEEN。 In sooth； If I were a man I should be no base man； I could
have fought； yea； I could fight now too If men would show me； I would I
were the king！ I should be all ways better than I am。
