chastelard(蔡斯特拉德)-第7节
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songeant aux vieilles roses； J'ai pleure souvent。
2。 Vois…tu dans les roses mortes Amour qui sourit cache？ O mon amant；
a nos portes L'as…tu vu couche？
3。 As…tu vu jamais au monde Venus chasser et courir？ Fille de l'onde；
avec l'onde Doit…elle mourir？
4。 Aux jours de neige et de givre L'amour s'effeuille et s'endort； Avec
mai doit…il revivre； Ou bien est…il mort？
5。 Qui sait ou s'en vont les roses？ Qui sai ou s'en va le vent？ En
songeant a telles choses； J'ai pleure souvent。
I never heard yet but love made good knights； But for pure faith； by
Mary's holiness； I think she lies about men's lips asleep； And if one kiss or
pluck her by the hand To wake her； why God help your woman's wit； Faith
is but dead； dig her grave deep at heart； And hide her face with cerecloths；
farewell faith。 Would I could tell why I talk idly。 Look； Here come my
riddle…readers。 Welcome all；
＇Enter MURRAY； DARNLEY； RANDOLPH； LINDSAY； MORTON；
and other LORDS。＇
Sirs； be right welcome。 Stand you by my side； Fair cousin； I must lean
on love or fall； You are a goodly staff； sir； tall enough； And fair enough to
serve。 My gentle lords； I am full glad of God that in great grace He hath
given me such a lordly stay as this； There is no better friended queen alive。
For the repealing of those banished men That stand in peril yet of last
year's fault； It is our will； you have our seal to that。 Brother； we hear harsh
bruits of bad report Blown up and down about our almoner； See you to
this： let him be sought into： They say lewd folk make ballads of their
spleen； Strew miry ways of words with talk of him； If they have cause let
him be spoken with。
LINDSAY。 Madam； they charge him with so rank a life Were it not
well this fellow were plucked out Seeing this is not an eye that doth
offend； But a blurred glass it were no harm to break； Yea rather it were
gracious to be done？
QUEEN。 Let him be weighed； and use him as he is； I am of my nature
pitiful； ye know； And cannot turn my love unto a thorn In so brief space。
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Algernon Charles Swinburne； _Chastelard； a tragedy_ 。 Boston： E。P。 Dutton； 1866。
Ye are all most virtuous； Yea； there is goodness grafted on this land； But
yet compassion is some part of God。 There is much heavier business held
on hand Than one man's goodness： yea； as things fare here； A matter worth
more weighing。 All you wot I am choose a help to my weak feet； A lamp
before my face； a lord and friend To walk with me in weary ways； high up
Between the wind and rain and the hot sun。 Now I have chosen a helper to
myself； I wot the best a woman ever won； A man that loves me； and a
royal man； A goodly love and lord for any queen。 But for the peril and
despite of men I have sometime tarried and withheld myself； Not fearful
of his worthiness nor you； But with some lady's loathing to let out My
whole heart's love； for truly this is hard； Not like a woman's fashion；
shamefacedness And noble grave reluctance of herself To be the tongue
and cry of her own heart。 Nathless plain speech is better than much wit； So
ye shall bear with me； albeit I think Ye have caught the mark whereat my
heart is bent。 I have kept close counsel and shut up men's lips； But lightly
shall a woman's will slip out； The foolish little winged will of her；
Through cheek or eye when tongue is charmed asleep。 For that good lord I
have good will to wed； I wot he knew long since which way it flew； Even
till it lit on his right wrist and sang。 Lo； here I take him by the hand： fair
lords； This is my kinsman； made of mine own blood； I take to halve the
state and services That bow down to me； and to be my head； My chief； my
master； my sweet lord and king。 Now shall I never say 〃sweet cousin〃
more To my dear head and husband； here； fair sir； I give you all the heart
of love in me To gather off my lips。 Did it like you； The taste of it？ sir； it
was whole and true。 God save our king！
DARNLEY。 Nay； nay； sweet love； no lord； No king of yours though I
were lord of these。
QUEEN。 Let word be sent to all good friends of ours To help us to be
glad； England and France Shall bear great part of our rejoicings up。 Give
me your hand； dear lord； for from this time I must not walk alone。 Lords；
have good cheer： For you shall have a better face than mine To set upon
your kingly gold and show For Scotland's forehead in the van of things。
Go with us now； and see this news set out。
＇Exeunt QUEEN； DARNLEY； and LORDS。＇
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Algernon Charles Swinburne； _Chastelard； a tragedy_ 。 Boston： E。P。 Dutton； 1866。
＇As CHASTELARD is going out； enter MARY BEATON。＇
MARY BEATON。 Have you yet heard？ You knew of this？
CHASTELARD。 I know。 I was just thinking how such things were
made And were so fair as this is。 Do you know She held me here and
talkedthe most sweet talk Men ever heard of？
MARY BEATON。 You hate me to the heart。 What will you do？
CHASTELARD。 I know not： die some day； But live as long and
lightly as I can。 Will you now love me？ faith； but if you do； It were much
better you were dead and hearsed。 Will you do one thing for me？
MARY BEATON。 Yea； all things。
CHASTELARD。 Speak truth a little； for God's sake： indeed It were no
harm to do。 Come； will you； sweet？ Though it be but to please God。
MARY BEATON。 What will you do？
CHASTELARD。 Ay； true； I must do somewhat。 Let me see： To get
between and tread upon his face Catch both her hands and bid men look
at them； How pure they wereI would do none of these； Though they got
wedded all the days in the year。 We may do well yet when all's come and
gone。 I pray you on this wedding…night of theirs Do but one thing that I
shall ask of you； And Darnley will not hunger as I shall For that good time。
Sweet； will you swear me this？
MARY BEATON。 Yea； though to do it were mortal to my soul As the
chief sin。
CHASTELARD。 I thank you： let us go。
END OF THE SECOND ACT。
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Algernon Charles Swinburne； _Chastelard； a tragedy_ 。 Boston： E。P。 Dutton； 1866。
ACT III。
THE QUEEN。
SCENE I。The Queen's Chamber。 Night。 Lights
burning In front of the bed。
＇Enter CHASTELARD and MARY BEATON。＇
MARY BEATON。 Be tender of your feet。
CHASTELARD。 I shall not fail： These ways have light enough to help
a man That walks with such stirred blood in him as mine。
MARY BEATON。 I would yet plead with you to save your head： Nay；
let this be then： sir； I chide you not。 Nay； let all come。 Do not abide her
yet。
CHASTELARD。 Have you read never in French books the song
Called the Duke's Song； some boy made ages back； A song of drag…nets
hauled across thwart seas And plucked up with rent sides； and caught
therein A strange…haired woman with sad singing lips； Cold in the cheek
like any stray of sea； And sweet to touch？ so that men seeing her face； And
how she sighed out little Ahs of pain And soft cries sobbing sideways from
her mouth； Fell in hot love； and having lain with her Died soon？ one time I
could have told it through： Now I have kissed the sea…witch on her eyes
And my lips ache with it； but I shall sleep Full soon； and a good space of
sleep。
MARY BEATON。 Alas！
CHASTELARD。 What makes you sigh though I be found a fool？ You
have no blame： and for my death； sweet friend； I never could have lived
long either way。 Why； as I live； the joy I have of this Would make men
mad that were not mad with love； I hear my blood sing； and my lifted
heart Is like a springing water blown of wind For pleasure of this deed。
Now； in God's name； I swear if there be danger in delight I must die now：
if joys have deadly teeth； I'll have them bite my soul to death； and end In
the old asp's way； Egyptian…wise； be killed In a royal purple fashion。 Look；
my love Would kill me if my body were past hurt Of any man's hand； and
to die thereof； I say； is sweeter than all sorts of life。 I would not have her
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Algernon Charles Swinburn
