chastelard-第16节
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It may be； long time after I am dead；
For all you are； you may see bitter days；
God may forget you or be wroth with you：
Then shall you lack a little help of me；
And I shall feel your sorrow touching you；
A happy sorrow； though I may not touch：
I that would fain be turned to flesh again；
Fain get back life to give up life for you；
To shed my blood for help； that long ago
You shed and were not holpen： and your heart
Will ache for help and comfort； yea for love；
And find less love than minefor I do think
You never will be loved thus in your life。
QUEEN。
It may be man will never love me more；
For I am sure I shall not love man twice。
CHASTELARD。
I know not： men must love you in life's spite；
For you will always kill them； man by man
Your lips will bite them dead； yea； though you would；
You shall not spare one； all will die of you；
I cannot tell what love shall do with these；
But I for all my love shall have no might
To help you more； mine arms and hands no power
To fasten on you more。 This cleaves my heart；
That they shall never touch your body more。
But for your griefyou will not have to grieve；
For being in such poor eyes so beautiful
It must needs be as God is more than I
So much more love he hath of you than mine；
Yea； God shall not be bitter with my love；
Seeing she is so sweet。
QUEEN。
Ah my sweet fool；
Think you when God will ruin me for sin
My face of color shall prevail so much
With him； so soften the toothed iron's edge
To save my throat a scar？ nay； I am sure
I shall die somehow sadly。
CHASTELARD。
This is pure grief；
The shadow of your pity for my death；
Mere foolishness of pity： all sweet moods
Throw out such little shadows of themselves；
Leave such light fears behind。 You； die like me？
Stretch your throat out that I may kiss all round
Where mine shall be cut through： suppose my mouth
The axe…edge to bite so sweet a throat in twain
With bitter iron； should not it turn soft
As lip is soft to lip？
QUEEN。
I am quite sure
I shall die sadly some day； Chastelard；
I am quite certain。
CHASTELARD。
Do not think such things；
Lest all my next world's memories of you be
As heavy as this thought。
QUEEN。
I will not grieve you；
Forgive me that my thoughts were sick with grief。
What can I do to give you ease at heart？
Shall I kiss now？ I pray you have no fear
But that I love you。
CHASTELARD。
Turn your face to me；
I do not grudge your face this death of mine；
It is too fairby God； you are too fair。
What noise is that？
QUEEN。
Can the hour be through so soon？
I bade them give me but a little hour。
Ah！ I do love you！ such brief space for love！
I am yours all through； do all your will with me；
What if we lay and let them take us fast；
Lips grasping lips？ I dare do anything。
CHASTELARD。
Show better cheer： let no man see you mazed；
Make haste and kiss me； cover up your throat
Lest one see tumbled lace and prate of it。
＇Enter the Guard： MURRAY； DARNLEY； MARY
HAMILTON； MARY BEATON； and others with
them。＇
DARNLEY。
Sirs； do your charge； let him not have much time。
MARY HAMILTON。
Peace； lest you chafe the queen： look； her brows bend。
CHASTELARD。
Lords； and all you come hither for my sake；
If while my life was with me like a friend
That I must now forget the friendship of；
I have done a wrong to any man of you；
As it may be by fault of mine I have；
Of such an one I crave for courtesy
He will now cast it from his mind and heed
Like a dead thing； considering my dead fault
Worth no remembrance further than my death。
This for his gentle honor and goodwill
I do beseech him； doubting not to find
Such kindliness if he be nobly made
And of his birth a courteous race of man。
You； my Lord James； if you have aught toward me
Or you； Lord DarnleyI dare fear no jot；
Whate'er this be wherein you were aggrieved；
But you will pardon all for gentleness。
DARNLEY。
For my partyea； well； if the thing stand thus；
As you must dieone would not bear folk hard
And if the rest shall hold it honorable；
Why； I do pardon you。
MURRAY。
Sir； in all things
We find no cause to speak of you but well：
For all I see； save this your deadly fault；
I hold you for a noble perfect man。
CHASTELARD。
I thank you； fair lord； for your nobleness。
You likewise； for the courtesy you have
I give you thanks； sir； and to all these lords
That have not heart to load me at my death。
Last； I beseech of the best queen of men
And royallest fair lady in the world
To pardon me my grievous mortal sin
Done in such great offence of her： for； sirs；
If ever since I came between her eyes
She hath beheld me other than I am
Or shown her honor other than it is；
Or； save in royal faultless courtesies；
Used me with favor； if by speech or face；
By salutation or by tender eyes；
She hath made a way for my desire to live；
Given ear to me or boldness to my breath；
I pray God cast me forth before day cease
Even to the heaviest place there is in hell。
Yea； if she be not stainless toward all men；
I pray this axe that I shall die upon
May cut me off body and soul from heaven。
Now for my soul's sake I dare pray to you；
Forgive me； madam。
QUEEN。
Yea； I do； fair sir：
With all my heart in all I pardon you。
CHASTELARD。
God thank you for great mercies。 Lords； set hence；
I am right loth to hold your patience here；
I must not hold much longer any man's。
Bring me my way and bid me fare well forth。
＇As they pass out the QUEEN stays MARY BEATON。＇
QUEEN。
Hark hither； sweet。 Get back to Holyrood
And take Carmichael with you： go both up
In some chief window whence the squares lie clear
Seem not to know what I shall domark that
And watch how things fare under。 Have good cheer；
You do not think now I can let him die？
Nay； this were shameful madness if you did；
And I should hate you。
MARY BEATON。
Pray you love me； madam；
And swear you love me and will let me live；
That I may die the quicker。
QUEEN。
Nay； sweet； see；
Nay； you shall see； this must not seem devised；
I will take any man with me； and go；
Yea； for pure hate of them that hate him： yea；
Lay hold upon the headsman and bid strike
Here on my neck； if they will have him die；
Why； I will die too： queens have died this way
For less things than his love is。 Nay； I know
They want no blood； I will bring swords to boot
For dear love's rescue though half earth were slain；
What should men do with blood？ Stand fast at watch；
For I will be his ransom if I die。
＇Exeunt。＇
SCENE III。The Upper Chamber in Holyrood。
MARY BEATON seated； MARY CARMICHAEL at a window。
MARY BEATON。
Do you see nothing？
MARY CARMICHAEL。
Nay； but swarms of men
And talking women gathered in small space；
Flapping their gowns and gaping with fools' eyes：
And a thin ring round one that seems to speak；
Holding his hands out eagerly； no more。
MARY BEATON。
Why； I hear more； I hear men shout The Queen。
MARY CARMICHAEL。
Nay； no cries yet。
MARY BEATON。
Ah； they will cry out soon
When she comes forth； they should cry out on her；
I hear their crying in my heart。 Nay； sweet；
Do not you hate her？ all men； if God please；
Shall hate her one day； yea； one day no doubt
I shall worse hate her。
MARY CARMICHAEL。
Pray you； be at peace；
You hurt yourself： she will be merciful；
What； could you see a true man slain for you？
I think I could not； it is not like our hearts
To have such hard sides to them。
MARY BEATON。
O； not you；
And I could nowise； there's some blood in her
That does not run to mercy as ours doth：
That fair face and the cursed heart in her
Made keener than a knife for manslaying
Can bear strange things。
MARY CARMICHAEL。
Peace； for the people come。
AhMurray； hooded over half his face
With plucked…down hat； few folk about him； eyes
Like a man angered； Darnley after him；
Holding our Hamilton above her wrist；
His mouth put near her hair to whisper with
And she laughs softly； looking at her feet。
MARY BEATON。
She will not live long； God hath given her
Few days and evil； full of hate and love；
I see well now。
MARY CARMICHAEL。
Hark； there's their cryThe Queen！
Fair life and long； and good days to the Queen！
MARY BEATON。
Yea； but God knows。 I feel such patience here
As I were sure in a brief while to die。
MARY CARMICHAEL。
She bends and laughs a little； graciously；
And turns half； talking to I know not whom
A big man with great shoulders； ah； the face；
You get his face nowwide and duskish； yea
The youth burnt out of it。 A goodly man；
Thewed mightily and sunburnt to the bone；
Doubtless he was away in banishment；
Or kept some march far off。
MARY BEATON。
Still you see nothi
