chastelard-第4节
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In going out？ not to catch up her gown
The page let slip； but to keep sight of me？
There was a soft small stir beneath her eyes
Hard to put on； a quivering of her blood
That knew of the old nights watched out wakefully。
Those measures of her dancing too were changed
More swift and with more eager stops at whiles
And rapid pauses where breath failed her lips。
＇Enter MARY BEATON。＇
O； she is come： if you be she indeed
Let me but hold your hand； what； no word yet？
You turn and kiss me without word； O sweet；
If you will slay me be not over quick；
Kill me with some slow heavy kiss that plucks
The heart out at the lips。 Alas！ Sweet love；
Give me some old sweet word to kiss away。
Is it a jest？ for I can feel your hair
Touch meI may embrace your body too？
I know you well enough without sweet words。
How should one make you speak？ This is not she。
Come in the light； nay； let me see your eyes。
Ah； you it is？ what have I done to you？
And do you look now to be slain for this
That you twist back and shudder like one stabbed？
MARY BEATON。
Yea； kill me now and do not look at me：
God knows I meant to die。 Sir； for God's love；
Kill me now quick ere I go mad with shame。
CHASTELARD。
Cling not upon my wrists： let go the hilt：
Nay； you will bruise your hand with it： stand up：
You shall not have my sword forth。
MARY BEATON。
Kill me now；
I will not rise： there； I am patient； see；
I will not strive； but kill me for God's sake。
CHASTELARD。
Pray you rise up and be not shaken so：
Forgive me my rash words； my heart was gone
After the thing you were： be not ashamed；
Give me the shame； you have no part in it；
Can I not say a word shall do you good？
Forgive that too。
MARY BEATON。
I shall run crazed with shame；
But when I felt your lips catch hold on mine
It stopped my breath： I would have told you all；
Let me go out： you see I lied to you；
Am I am shamed； I pray you loose me； sir；
Let me go out。
CHASTELARD。
Think no base things of me：
I were most base to let you go ashamed。
Think my heart's love and honor go with you：
Yea； while I live； for your love's noble sake；
I am your servant in what wise may be；
To love and serve you with right thankful heart。
MARY BEATON。
I have given men leave to mock me； and must bear
What shame they please： you have good cause to mock。
Let me pass now。
CHASTELARD。
You know I mock you not。
If ever I leave off to honor you；
God give me shame！ I were the worst churl born。
MARY BEATON。
No marvel though the queen should love you too；
Being such a knight。 I pray you for her love；
Lord Chastelard； of your great courtesy；
Think now no scorn to give me my last kiss
That I shall have of man before I die。
Even the same lips you kissed and knew not of
Will you kiss now； knowing the shame of them；
And say no one word to me afterwards；
That I may see I have loved the best lover
And man most courteous of all men alive？
MARY SEYTON。
＇Within。＇
Here； fetch the light： nay； this way； enter all。
MARY BEATON。
I am twice undone。 Fly； get some hiding； sir；
They have spied upon me somehow。
CHASTELARD。
Nay； fear not；
Stand by my side。
＇Enter MARY SEYTON and MARY HAMILTON。＇
MARY HAMILTON。
Give me that light： this way。
CHASTELARD。
What jest is here； fair ladies？ it walks late；
Something too late for laughing。
MARY SEYTON。
Nay； fair sir；
What jest is this of yours？ Look to your lady：
She is nigh swooned。 The queen shall know all this。
MARY HAMILTON。
A grievous shame it is we are fallen upon；
Hold forth the light。 Is this your care of us？
Nay； come； look up： this is no game； God wot。
CHASTELARD。
Shame shall befall them that speak shamefully：
I swear this lady is as pure and good
As any maiden； and who believes me not
Shall keep the shame for his part and the lie。
To them that come in honor and not in hate
I will make answer。 Lady； have good heart。
Give me the light there： I will see you forth。
END OF THE FIRST ACT。
ACT II。
DARNLEY。
SCENE I。The great Chamber in Holyrood。
The QUEEN and MARY SEYTON。
QUEEN。
But will you swear it？
MARY SEYTON。
Swear it； madam？
QUEEN。
Ay
Swear it。
MARY SEYTON。
Madam； I am not friends with them。
QUEEN。
Swear then against them if you are not friends。
MARY SEYTON。
Indeed I saw them kiss。
QUEEN。
So lovers use
What； their mouths close？ a goodly way of love！
Or but the hands？ or on her throat？ Prithee
You have sworn that。
MARY SEYTON。
I say what I saw done。
QUEEN。
Ay； you did see her cheeks （God smite them red！）
Kissed either side？ what； they must eat strange food
Those singing lips of his？
MARY SEYTON。
Sweet meat enough
They started at my coming five yards off；
But there they were。
QUEEN。
A maid may have kissed cheeks
And no shame in themyet one would not swear。
You have sworn that。 Pray God he be not mad：
A sickness in his eyes。 The left side love
（I was told that） and the right courtesy。
'T is good fools' fashion。 What； no more but this？
For me； God knows I am no whit wroth； not I；
But； for your fame's sake that her shame will sting；
I cannot see a way to pardon her
For your fame's sake； lest that be prated of。
MARY SEYTON。
Nay； if she were not chasteI have not said
She was not chaste。
QUEEN。
I know you are tender of her；
And your sweet word will hardly turn her sweet。
MARY SEYTON。
Indeed I would fain do her any good。
Shall I not take some gracious word to her？
QUEEN。
Bid her not come or wait on me to…day。
MARY SEYTON。
Will you see him？
QUEEN。
SeeO； this Chastelard？
He doth not well to sing maids into shame；
And folk are sharp here； yet for sweet friends' sake
Assuredly I 'll see him。 I am not wroth。
A goodly man； and a good sword thereto
It may be he shall wed her。 I am not wroth。
MARY SEYTON。
Nay； though she bore with him； she hath no great love；
I doubt me； that way。
QUEEN。
God mend all； I pray
And keep us from all wrongdoing and wild words。
I think there is no fault men fall upon
But I could pardon。 Look you； I would swear
She were no paramour for any man；
So well I love her。
MARY SEYTON。
Am I to bid him in？
QUEEN。
As you will； sweet。 But if you held me hard
You did me grievous wrong。 Doth he wait there？
Men call me over tender； I had rather so；
Than too ungracious。 Father； what with you？
＇Enter FATHER BLACK。＇
FATHER BLACK。
God's peace and health of soul be with the queen！
And pardon be with me though I speak truth。
As I was going on peaceable men's wise
Through your good town； desiring no man harm；
A kind of shameful woman with thief's lips
Spake somewhat to me over a thrust…out chin；
Soliciting as I deemed an alms； which alms
（Remembering what was writ of Magdalen）
I gave no grudging but with pure good heart；
When lo some scurril children that lurked near；
Set there by Satan for my stumbling…stone；
Fell hooting with necks thwart and eyes asquint；
Screeched and made horns and shot out tongues at me；
As at my Lord the Jews shot out their tongues
And made their heads wag； I considering this
Took up my cross in patience and passed forth：
Nevertheless one ran between my feet
And made me totter； using speech and signs
I smart with shame to think of： then my blood
Kindled； and I was moved to smite the knave；
And the knave howled； whereat the lewd whole herd
Brake forth upon me and cast mire and stones
So that I ran sore risk of bruise or gash
If they had touched； likewise I heard men say；
（Their foul speech missed not mine ear） they cried；
〃This devil's mass…priest hankers for new flesh
Like a dry hound； let him seek such at home；
Snuff and smoke out the queen's French〃
QUEEN。
They said that？
FATHER BLACK。
〃French paramours that breed more shames than sons
All her court through；〃 forgive me。
QUEEN。
With my heart。
Father； you see the hatefulness of these…
They loathe us for our love。 I am not moved：
What should I do being angry？ By this hand
（Which is not big enough to bruise their lips）；
I marvel what thing should be done with me
To make me wroth。 We must have patience with us
When we seek thank of men。
FATHER BLACK。
Madam； farewell；
I pray God keep you in such patient heart。
＇Exit。＇
QUEEN。
Let him come now。
MARY SEYTON。
Madam； he is at hand。
＇Exit。＇
＇Enter CHASTELARD。＇
QUEEN。
Give me that broidery frame； how； gone so soon？
No maid about？ Reach me some skein of silk。
What； are you come； fair lord？ Now by my life
That lives here idle； I am right glad of you；
I have slept so well and sweet since yesternight
It seems our dancing
