sir thomas more(托马斯·莫尔骑士)-第13节
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pleasant shore； so Ioh； I could speak Now like a poet！ now； afore God； I
am passing light！ Wife； give me kind welcome： thou wast wont to blame
My kissing when my beard was in the stubble； But I have been trimmed of
late； I have had A smooth court shaving； in good faith； I have。
＇Daughters kneel。＇
God bless ye！Son Roper； give me your hand。
ROPER。 Your honor's welcome home。
MORE。 Honor！ ha ha！And how dost； wife？
ROPER。 He bears himself most strangely。
LADY MORE。 Will your lordship in？
MORE。 Lordship！ no； wife； that's gone： The ground was slight that we
did lean upon。
LADY MORE。 Lord； that your honor ne'er will leave these jests！ In
faith； it ill becomes ye。
MORE。 Oh； good wife； Honor and jests are both together fled； The
merriest councillor of England's dead。
LADY MORE。 Who's that； my lord？
MORE。 Still lord！ the Lord Chancellor； wife。
LADY MORE。 That's you。
MORE。 Certain； but I have changed my life。 Am I not leaner than I
was before？ The fat is gone； my title's only More。 Contented with one
style； I'll live at rest： They that have many names are not still best。 I have
resigned mine office： count'st me not wise？
LADY MORE。 Oh God！
MORE。 Come； breed not female children in your eyes： The king will
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have it so。
LADY MORE。 What's the offense？
MORE。 Tush； let that pass； we'll talk of that anon。 The king seems a
physician to my fate； His princely mind would train me back to state。
ROPER。 Then be his patient； my most honored father。
MORE。 Oh； son Roper； Ubi turpis est medicine； sanari piget！ No；
wife； be merry；and be merry； all： You smiled at rising； weep not at my
fall。 Let's in； and hear joy like to private friends； Since days of pleasure
have repentant ends： The light of greatness is with triumph born； It sets at
midday oft with public scorn。
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SCENE IV。 The Tower。
＇Enter the Bishop of Rochester； Surrey； Shrewsbury； Lieutenant of the
Tower； and Warders with weapons。＇
ROCHESTER。 Your kind persuasions； honorable lords； I can but thank
ye for； but in this breast There lives a soul that aims at higher things Than
temporary pleasing earthly kings。 God bless his highness even with all my
heart！ We shall meet one day； though that now we part。
SURREY。 We not misdoubt； your wisdom can discern What best befits
it； yet in love and zeal We could entreat； it might be otherwise。
SHREWSBURY。 No doubt； your fatherhood will by yourself Consider
better of the present case； And grow as great in favor as before。
ROCHESTER。 For that； as pleaseth God。 In my restraint From wordly
causes； I shall better see Into myself than at proud liberty： The Tower and I
will privately confer Of things； wherein at freedom I may err。 But I am
troublesome unto your honors； And hold ye longer than becomes my
duty。 Master Lieutenant； I am now your charge； And though you keep
my body； yet my love Waits on my king and you； while Fisher lives。
SURREY。 Farewell； my Lord of Rochester； we'll pray For your release；
and labour't as we may。
SHREWSBURY。 Thereof assure yourself； so do we leave ye； And to
your happy private thoughts bequeath ye。
＇Exeunt Lords。＇
ROCHESTER。 Now； Master Lieutenant； on； a God's name； go！ And
with as glad a mind go I with you As ever truant bade the school adieu。
＇Exeunt。＇
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SCENE V。 Chelsea。 A Room in More's House。
＇Enter Sir Thomas More； his Lady； Daughters； Master Roper；
Gentlemen； and Servants； as in his house at Chelsea。＇
MORE。 Good morrow； good son Roper。 Sit； good madame；
＇Low stools。＇
Upon an humble seat； the time so craves； Rest your good heart on
earth； the roof of graves： You see the floor of greatness is uneven； The
cricket and high throne alike near heaven。 Now； daughters； you that like
to branches spread； And give best shadow to a private house； Be
comforted； my girls； your hopes stand fair： Virtue breeds gentry； she
makes the best heir。
BOTH DAUGHTERS。 Good morrow to your honor。
MORE。 Nay； good night rather； Your honor's crest…fain with your
happy father。
ROPER。 Oh； what formality； what square observance； Lives in a little
room！ here public care Gags not the eyes of slumber； here fierce riot
Ruffles not proudly in a coat of trust； Whilst； like a pawn at chess； he
keeps in rank With kings and mighty fellows； yet indeed Those men that
stand on tiptoe smile to see Him pawn his fortunes。
MORE。 True； son；。。。。 Nor does the wanton tongue here screw itself
Into the ear； that like a vise drinks up The iron instrument。
LADY MORE。 We are here at peace。
MORE。 Then peace； good wife。
LADY MORE。 For； keeping still in compass； a strange point In times
new navigation we have sailed Beyond our course。
MORE。 Have done。
LADY MORE。 We are exiled the court。
MORE。 Still thou harpest on that： Tis sin for to deserve that
banishment； But he that ne'er knew court； courts sweet content。
LADY MORE。 Oh； but； dear husband
MORE。 I will not hear thee； wife； The winding labyrinth of thy strange
discourse Will ne'er have end。 Sit still； and； my good wife； Entreat thy
tongue be still； or； credit me； Thou shalt not understand a word we speak；
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We'll talk in Latin。 Humida vallis raros patitur fulminis ictus； More rest
enjoys the subject meanly bred Than he that bears the kingdom in his head。
Great men are still musicians； else the world lies； They learn low strains
after the notes that rise。
ROPER。 Good sir； be still yourself； and but remember How in this
general court of short…lived pleasure； The world； creation is the ample
food That is digested in the maw of time： If man himself be subject to
such ruin； How shall his garment； then； or the loose points That tie respect
unto his awful place； Avoid destruction？ Most honored father…in…law； The
blood you have bequeathed these several hearts To nourish your posterity；
stands firm； And； as with joy you led us first to rise； So with like hearts
we'll lock preferment's eyes。
MORE。 Close them not； then； with tears： for that ostent Gives a wet
signal of your discontent。 If you will share my fortunes； comfort then； An
hundred smiles for one sigh： what！ we are men： Resign wet passion to
these weaker eyes； Which proves their sex； but grants it ne'er more wise。
Let's now survey our state。 Here sits my wife； And dear esteemed issue；
yonder stand My loving servants： now the difference Twixt those and
these。 Now you shall hear my speak Like More in melancholy。 I conceive
that nature Hath sundry metals； out of which she frames Us mortals； each
in valuation Outprizing other： of the finest stuff The finest features come：
the rest of earth； Receive base fortune even before their birth； Hence
slaves have their creation； and I think Nature provides content for the base
mind； Under the whip； the burden； and the toil； Their low…wrought bodies
drudge in patience； As for the prince in all his sweet…gorged maw； And his
rank flesh； that sinfully renews The noon's excess in the night's dangerous
surfeits。 What means or misery from our birth doth flow Nature entitles to
us； that we owe： But we； being subject to the rack of hate； Falling from
happy life to bondage state； Having seen better days； now know the lack
Of glory that once reared each high…fed back。 But you； that in your age did
ne'er view better； Challenged not fortune for your thriftless debter。
CATESBY。 Sir； we have seen far better days than these。
MORE。 I was the patron of those days； and know Those were but
painted days； only for show。 Then grieve not you to fall with him that gave
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