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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