chastelard-第15节
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Now shall I see what way I am to die。
＇Enter the QUEEN。＇
QUEEN。
What； is one here？ Speak to me for God's sake：
Where are you lain？
CHASTELARD。
Here； madam； at your hand。
QUEEN。
Sweet lord； what sore pain have I had for you
And been most patient！Nay； you are not bound。
If you be gentle to me； take my hand。
Do you not hold me the worst heart in the world？
Nay； you must needs； but say not yet you do。
I am worn so weak I know not how I live：
Reach me your hand。
CHASTELARD。
Take comfort and good heart；
All will find end； this is some grief to you；
But you shall overlive it。 Come； fair love；
Be of fair cheer： I say you have done no wrong。
QUEEN。
I will not be of cheer： I have done a thing
That will turn fire and burn me。 Tell me not；
If you will do me comfort； whet your sword。
But if you hate me； tell me of soft things；
For I hate these； and bitterly。 Look up；
Am I not mortal to be gazed upon？
CHASTELARD。
Yea； mortal； and not hateful。
QUEEN。
O lost heart！
Give me some mean to die by。
CHASTELARD。
Sweet； enough。
You have made no fault； life is not worth a world
That you should weep to take it： would mine were；
And I might give you a world…worthier gift
Than one poor head that love has made a spoil；
Take it for jest； and weep not： let me go；
And think I died of chance or malady。
Nay； I die well； one dies not best abed。
QUEEN；
My warrant to reprieve youthat you saw？
That came between your hands？
CHASTELARD。
Yea； not long since。
It seems you have no will to let me die。
QUEEN。
Alas； you know I wrote it with my heart；
Out of pure love； and since you were in bonds
I have had such grief for love's sake and my heart's
Yea； by my life I haveI could not choose
But give love way a little。 Take my hand；
You know it would have pricked my heart's blood out
To write reprieve with。
CHASTELARD。
Sweet； your hands are kind；
Lay them about my neck； upon my face；
And tell me not of writing。
QUEEN。
Nay； by heaven；
I would have given you mine own blood to drink
If that could heal you of your soul…sickness。
Yea； they know that； they curse me for your sake；
Rail at my lovewould God their heads were lopped
And we twain left together this side death！
But look you； sweet； if this my warrant hold
You are but dead and shamed； for you must die；
And they will slay you shamefully by force
Even in my sight。
CHASTELARD。
Faith； I think so they will。
QUEEN。
Nay； they would slay me too； cast stones at me；
Drag me alivethey have eaten poisonous words；
They are mad and have no shame。
CHASTELARD。
Ay； like enough。
QUEEN。
Would God my heart were greater； but God wot
I have no heart to bear with fear and die。
Yea； and I cannot help you： or I know
I should be nobler； bear a better heart：
But as this standsI pray you for good love；
As you hold honor a costlier thing than life
CHASTELARD。
Well？
QUEEN。
Nay； I would not be denied for shame；
In brief； I pray you give me that again。
CHASTELARD。
What； my reprieve？
QUEEN。
Even so； deny me not；
For your sake mainly： yea； by God you know
How fain I were to die in your death's stead。
For your name's sake。 This were no need to swear。
Lest we be mocked to death with a reprieve；
And so both die； being shamed。 What； shall I swear？
What； if I kiss you？ must I pluck it out？
You do not love me： no； nor honor。 Come
I know you have it about you： give it me。
CHASTELARD。
I cannot yield you such a thing again；
Not as I had it。
QUEEN。
A coward？ what shift now？
Do such men make such cravens？
CHASTELARD。
Chide me not：
Pity me that I cannot help my heart。
QUEEN。
Heaven mend mine eyes that took you for a man！
What； is it sewn into your flesh？ take heed
Nay； but for shamewhat have you done with it？
CHASTELARD。
Why； there it lies； torn up。
QUEEN。
God help me； sir！
Have you done this？
CHASTELARD。
Yea； sweet； what should I do？
Did I not know you to the bone； my sweet？
God speed you well！ you have a goodly lord。
QUEEN。
My love； sweet love； you are more fair than he；
Yea； fairer many times： I love you much；
Sir； know you that。
CHASTELARD。
I think I know that well。
Sit here a little till I feel you through
In all my breath and blood for some sweet while。
O gracious body that mine arms have had；
And hair my face has felt on it！ grave eyes
And low thick lids that keep since years agone
In the blue sweet of each particular vein
Some special print of me！ I am right glad
That I must never feel a bitterer thing
Than your soft curled…up shoulder and amorous arms
From this time forth； nothing can hap to me
Less good than this for all my whole life through。
I would not have some new pain after this
Come spoil the savor。 O； your round bird's throat；
More soft than sleep or singing； your calm cheeks；
Turned bright； turned wan with kisses hard and hot；
The beautiful color of your deep curved hands；
Made of a red rose that had changed to white；
That mouth mine own holds half the sweetness of；
Yea； my heart holds the sweetness of it； whence
My life began in me； mine that ends here
Because you have no mercy； nay you know
You never could have mercy。 My fair love；
Kiss me again； God loves you not the less；
Why should one woman have all goodly things？
You have all beauty； let mean women's lips
Be pitiful； and speak truth： they will not be
Such perfect things as yours。 Be not ashamed
That hands not made like these that snare men's souls
Should do men good； give alms； relieve men's pain；
You have the better； being more fair than they；
They are half foul； being rather good than fair；
You are quite fair： to be quite fair is best。
Why； two nights hence I dreamed that I could see
In through your bosom under the left flower；
And there was a round hollow； and at heart
A little red snake sitting； without spot；
That bitlike this； and sucked up sweetlike this；
And curled its lithe light body right and left；
And quivered like a woman in act to love。
Then there was some low fluttered talk i' the lips；
Faint sound of soft fierce words caressing them
Like a fair woman's when her love gets way。
Ah； your old kissI know the ways of it：
Let the lips cling a little。 Take them off；
And speak some word or I go mad with love。
QUEEN。
Will you not have my chaplain come to you？
CHASTELARD。
Some better thing of yourssome handkerchief；
Some fringe of scarf to make confession to
You had some book about you that fell out
QUEEN。
A little written book of Ronsard's rhymes；
His gift； I wear in there for love of him
See； here between our feet。
CHASTELARD。
Ay； my old lord's
The sweet chief poet； my dear friend long since？
Give me the book。 Lo you； this verse of his：
With coming lilies in late April came
Her body； fashioned whiter for their shame；
And roses； touched with blood since Adon bled；
From her fair color filled their lips with red：
A goodly praise： I could not praise you so。
I read that while your marriage…feast went on。
Leave me this book； I pray you： I would read
The hymn of death here over ere I die；
I shall know soon how much he knew of death
When that was written。 One thing I know now；
I shall not die with half a heart at least；
Nor shift my face； nor weep my fault alive；
Nor swear if I might live and do new deeds
I would do better。 Let me keep the book。
QUEEN。
Yea； keep it： as would God you had kept your life
Out of mine eyes and hands。 I am wrong to the heart：
This hour feels dry and bitter in my mouth；
As if its sorrow were my body's food
More than my soul's。 There are bad thoughts in me
Most bitter fancies biting me like birds
That tear each other。 Suppose you need not die？
CHASTELARD。
You know I cannot live for two hours more。
Our fate was made thus ere our days were made：
Will you fight fortune for so small a grief？
But for one thing I were full fain of death。
QUEEN。
What thing is that？
CHASTELARD。
No need to name the thing。
Why； what can death do with me fit to fear？
For if I sleep I shall not weep awake；
Or if their saying be true of things to come；
Though hell be sharp； in the worst ache of it
I shall be eased so God will give me back
Sometimes one golden gracious sight of you
The aureole woven flowerlike through your hair；
And in your lips the little laugh as red
As when it came upon a kiss and ceased；
Touching my mouth。
QUEEN。
As I do now； this way；
With my heart after： would I could shed tears；
Tears should not fail when the heart shudders so。
But your bad thought？
CHASTELARD。
Well； such a thought as this：
It may be； long time after I am dead；
For all you are； you may see bitter days；
God may forget yo
