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Chastelard； A Tragedy
By Algernon Charles Swingurne
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。
Another Yle is there toward the Northe； in the See Occean；
where that ben fulle cruele and ful evele Wommen of Nature：
and thei han precious Stones in hire Eyen； and their ben of
that kynde； that zif they beholden ony man； thei slen him anon
with the beholdynge； as dothe the Basilisk。
MAUNDEVILE'S Voiage and Travaile； Ch。 xxviii。
I DEDICATE THIS PLAY；
AS A PARTIAL EXPRESSION OF REVERENCE
AND GRATITUDE；
TO THE CHIEF OF LIVING POETS；
TO THE FIRST DRAMATIST OF HIS AGE；
TO THE GREATEST EXILE； AND THEREFORE
TO THE GREATEST MAN OF FRANCE；
TO
VICTOR HUGO。
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 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 windowfurthersee 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 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 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 rough side next the skin；
Frets where it warms。
MARY SEYTON。
You think too much in French。
Enter DARNLEY。
Here comes your thorn； what glove against it now？
MARY HAMILTON。
O； God's good pity！ this a thorn of mine？
It has not run deep in yet。
MARY CARMICHAEL。
I am not sure：
The red runs over to your face's edge。
DARNLEY。
Give me one word； nay； lady； for love's sake；
Here； come this way； I will not keep you； no。
O my sweet soul； why do you wrong me thus？
MARY HAMILTON。
Why will you give me for men's eyes to burn？
DARNLE
