chastelard-第11节
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Eh； do I look now like your enemy？
QUEEN。
You have a way of peering under brow
I do not like。 If you see anything
In me that irks you I will painfully
Labor to lose it： do but show me favor；
And as I am your faithful humble wife
This foolishness shall be removed in me。
DARNLEY。
Why do you laugh and mock me with stretched hands？
Faith； I see no such thing。
QUEEN。
That is well seen。
Come； I will take my heart between my lips；
Use it not hardly。 Sir； my suit begins；
That you would please to make me that I am；
（In sooth I think I am） mistress and queen
Of mine own people。
DARNLEY。
Why； this is no suit；
This is a simple matter； and your own。
QUEEN。
It was； before God made you king of me。
DARNLEY。
No king； by God's grace； were I such a king
I'd sell my kingdom for six roods of rye。
QUEEN。
You are too sharp upon my words； I would
Have leave of you to free a man condemned。
DARNLEY。
What man is that； sweet？
QUEEN。
Such a mad poor man
As God desires us use not cruelly。
DARNLEY。
Is there no name a man may call him by？
QUEEN。
Nay； my fair master； what fair game is this？
Why； you do know him； it is Chastelard。
DARNLEY。
Ay； is it soothly？
QUEEN。
By my life； it is；
Sweet； as you tender me； so pardon him。
DARNLEY。
As he doth tender you； so pardon me；
For if it were the mean to save my life
He should not live a day。
QUEEN。
Nay； shall not he？
DARNLEY。
Look what an evil wit old Fortune hath：
Why； I came here to get his time cut off。
This second fault is meat for lewd men's mouths；
You were best have him slain at once： 'tis hot。
QUEEN。
Give me the warrant； and sit down； my lord。
Why； I will sign it； what； I understand
How this must be。 Should not my name stand here？
DARNLEY。
Yea； there； and here the seal。
QUEEN。
Ay； so you say。
Shall I say too what I am thinking of？
DARNLEY。
Do； if you will。
QUEEN。
I do not like your suit。
DARNLEY。
'Tis of no Frenchman fashion。
QUEEN。
No； God wot；
'Tis nowise great men's fashion in French land
To clap a headsman's taberd on their backs。
DARNLEY。
No； madam？
QUEEN。
No； I never wist of that。
Is it a month gone I did call you lord？
I chose you by no straying stroke of sight；
But with my heart to love you heartily。
Did I wrong then？ did mine eye draw my heart？
I know not； sir； it may be I did wrong：
And yet to love you； and would choose again；
Against to choose you。
DARNLEY。
There； I love you too；
Take that for sooth； and let me take this hence。
QUEEN。
O； do you think I hold you off with words？
Why； take it then； there is my handwriting；
And here the hand that you shall slay him with。
'Tis a fair hand； a maiden…colored one：
I doubt yet it has never slain a man。
You never fought yet save for game； I wis。
Nay； thank me not； but have it from my sight；
Go and make haste for fear he be got forth：
It may be such a man is dangerous；
Who knows what friends he hath？ and by my faith
I doubt he hath seen some fighting； I do fear
He hath fought and shed men's blood； ye are wise men
That will not leave such dangerous things alive；
'T were well he died the sooner for your sakes。
Pray you make haste； it is not fit he live。
DARNLEY。
What； will you let him die so easily？
QUEEN。
Why； God have mercy！ what way should one take
To please such people？ there's some cunning way；
Something I miss； out of my simple soul。
What； must one say 〃Beseech you do no harm；〃
Or 〃for my love； sweet cousins； be not hard；〃
Or 〃let him live but till the vane come round〃…
Will such things please you？ well then； have your way；
Sir； I desire you； kneeling down with tears；
With sighs and tears； fair sir； require of you；
Considering of my love I bear this man；
Just for my love's sake let him not be hanged
Before the sundown； do thus much for me；
To have a queen's prayers follow after you。
DARNLEY。
I know no need for you to gibe at me。
QUEEN。
Alack； what heart then shall I have to jest？
There is no woman jests in such a wise…
For the shame's sake I pray you hang him not；
Seeing how I love him； save indeed in silk；
Sweet twisted silk of my sad handiwork。
Nay； and you will not do so much for me；
You vex your lip； biting the blood and all：
Were this so hard； and you compassionate？
I am in sore case then； and will weep indeed。
DARNLEY。
What do you mean to cast such gibes at me？
QUEEN。
Woe's me； and will you turn my tears to thorns？
Nay； set your eyes a little in my face；
See； do I weep？ what will you make of me？
Will you not swear I love this prisoner？
Ye are wise； and ye will have it； yet for me
I wist not of it。 We are but feeble fools；
And love may catch us when we lie asleep
And yet God knows we know not this a whit。
Come； look on me； swear you believe it not：
It may be I will take your word for that。
DARNLEY。
Do you not love him？ nay； but verily？
QUEEN。
Now then； make answer to me verily；
Which of us twain is wiser？ for my part
I will not swear I love not； if you will；
Ye be wise men and many men； my lords；
And ye will have me love him； ye will swear
That I do love him； who shall say ye lie？
Look on your paper； maybe I have wept：
Doubtless I love your hanged man in my heart。
What； is the writing smutched or gone awry？
Or blurred…ay； surely so much…with one tear；
One little sharp tear strayed on it by chance？
Come； come； the man is deadly dangerous；
Let him die presently。
DARNLEY。
You do not love him；
Well； yet he need not die； it were right hard
To hang the fool because you love him not。
QUEEN。
You have keen wits and thereto courtesy
To catch me with。 No； let this man not die；
It were no such perpetual praise to you
To be his doomsman and in doglike wise
Bite his brief life in twain。
DARNLEY。
Truly it were not。
QUEEN。
Then for your honor and my love of you
（Oh； I do love you！ but you know not； sweet；
You shall see how much）； think you for their sake
He may go free？
DARNLEY。
How； freely forth of us？
But yet he loves you； and being mad with love
Makes matter for base mouths to chew upon：
'T were best he live not yet。
QUEEN。
Will you say that？
DARNLEY。
Why should he live to breed you bad reports？
Let him die first。
QUEEN。
Sweet； for your sake； not so。
DARNLEY。
Fret not yourself to pity； let him die。
QUEEN。
Come； let him live a little； it shall be
A grace to us。
DARNLEY。
By God he dies at once。
QUEEN。
Now； by God's mother； if I respite him；
Though you were all the race of you in one
And had more tongues than hairs to cry on me
He should not lose a hair。
DARNLEY。
This is mere mercy…
But you thank God you love him not a whit？
QUEEN。
It shall be what it please； and if I please
It shall be anything。 Give me the warrant。
DARNLEY。
Nay； for your sake and love of you； not I；
To make it dangerous。
QUEEN。
O； God' pity； sir！
You are tender of me； will you serve me so；
Against mine own will； show me so much love；
Do me good service that I loath being done；
Out of pure pity？
DARNLEY。
Nay； your word shall stand。
QUEEN。
What makes you gape so beastlike after blood？
Were you not bred up on some hangman's hire
And dicted with fleshmeats at his hand
And fed into a fool？ Give me that paper。
DARNLEY。
Now for that word I will not。
QUEEN。
Nay； sweet love；
For your own sake be just a little wise；
Come； I beseech you。
DARNLEY。
Pluck not at my hands。
QUEEN。
No； that I will not： I am brain…broken； mad；
Pity my madness for sweet marriage…sake
And my great love's； I love you to say this；
I would not have you cross me； out of love。
But for true love should I not chafe indeed？
And now I do not。
DARNLEY。
Yea； and late you chid；
You chafed and jested and blew soft and hard…
No； for that 〃fool〃 you shall not fool me so。
QUEEN。
You are no churl； sweet； will you see me weep？
Look； I weep now； be friends with my poor tears；
Think each of them beseeches you of love
And hath some tongue to cry on you for love
And speak soft things； for that which loves not you
Is none of mine； not though they grow of grief
And grief of you； be not too hard with them。
You would not of your own heart slay a man；
Nay； if you will； in God's name make me weep；
I will not hate you； but at heart； sweet lord；
Be not at heart my sweet heart's enemy。
If I had many mighty men to friend
I would not plead too lovingly with you
To have your love。
DARNLEY。
Why； yet you have my love。
QUEEN。
Alas； what shall mine enemies do to me
If he be used so hardly of my friends？
Come； sir； you hate me； yet for all your hate
You ca
