chastelard-第6节
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I tell you； twice my heart swelled out with thirst
To be into the battle； see； fair lord；
I swear it seemed I might have made a knight；
And yet the simple bracing of a belt
Makes me cry out； this is too pitiful；
This dusty half of us made up with fears。
Have you been ever quite so glad to fight
As I have thought men must？ pray you； speak truth。
CHASTELARD。
Yea； when the time came； there caught hold of me
Such pleasure in the head and hands and blood
As may be kindled under loving lips：
Crossing the ferry once to the Clerks' Field；
I mind how the plashing noise of Seine
Put fire into my face for joy； and how
My blood kept measure with the swinging boat
Till we touched land； all for the sake of that
Which should be soon。
QUEEN。
Her name； for God's love； sir；
You slew your friend for love's sake？ nay； the name。
CHASTELARD。
Faith； I forget。
QUEEN。
Now by the faith I have
You have no faith to swear by。
CHASTELARD。
A good sword：
We left him quiet after a thrust or twain。
QUEEN。
I would I had been at hand and marked them off
As the maids did when we played singing games：
You outwent me at rhyming； but for faith；
We fight best there。 I would I had seen you fight。
CHASTELARD。
I would you had； his play was worth an eye；
He made some gallant way before that pass
Which made me way through him。
QUEEN。
Would I saw that
How did you slay him？
CHASTELARD。
A clean passthis way；
Right in the side here； where the blood has root。
His wrist went round in pushing； see you； thus；
Or he had pierced me。
QUEEN。
Yea； I see； sweet knight。
I have a mind to love you for his sake；
Would I had seen。
CHASTELARD。
Hugues de Marsillac
I have the name now； 't was a goodly one
Before he changed it for a dusty name。
QUEEN。
Talk not of death； I would hear living talk
Of good live swords and good strokes struck withal；
Brave battles and the mirth of mingling men；
Not of cold names you greet a dead man with。
You are yet young for fighting； but in fight
Have you never caught a wound？
CHASTELARD。
Yea； twice or so：
The first time in a little outlying field
（My first field） at the sleepy gray of dawn；
They found us drowsy； fumbling at our girths；
And rode us down by heaps； I took a hurt
Here in the shoulder。
QUEEN。
Ah； I mind well now；
Did you not ride a day's space afterward；
Having two wounds？ yea； Dandelot it was；
That Dandelot took word of it。 I know；
Sitting at meat when the news came to us
I had nigh swooned but for those Florence eyes
Slanting my way with sleek lids drawn up close
Yea； and she said； the Italian brokeress；
She said such men were good for great queens' love。
I would you might die； when you come to die；
Like a knight slain。 Pray God we make good ends。
For love too； love dies hard or easily；
But some way dies on some day； ere we die。
CHASTELARD。
You made a song once of old flowers and loves；
Will you not sing that rather？ 't is long gone
Since you sang last。
QUEEN。
I had rather sigh than sing
And sleep than sigh； 't is long since verily；
But I will once more sing； ay； thus it was。
＇Sings。＇
1。
J'ai vu faner bien des choses；
Mainte feuille aller au vent。
En songeant aux vieilles roses；
J'ai pleure souvent。
2。
Vois…tu dans les roses mortes
Amour qui sourit cache？
O mon amant； a nos portes
L'as…tu vu couche？
3。
As…tu vu jamais au monde
Venus chasser et courir？
Fille de l'onde； avec l'onde
Doit…elle mourir？
4。
Aux jours de neige et de givre
L'amour s'effeuille et s'endort；
Avec mai doit…il revivre；
Ou bien est…il mort？
5。
Qui sait ou s'en vont les roses？
Qui sai ou s'en va le vent？
En songeant a telles choses；
J'ai pleure souvent。
I never heard yet but love made good knights；
But for pure faith； by Mary's holiness；
I think she lies about men's lips asleep；
And if one kiss or pluck her by the hand
To wake her； why God help your woman's wit；
Faith is but dead； dig her grave deep at heart；
And hide her face with cerecloths； farewell faith。
Would I could tell why I talk idly。 Look；
Here come my riddle…readers。 Welcome all；
＇Enter MURRAY； DARNLEY； RANDOLPH； LINDSAY；
MORTON； and other LORDS。＇
Sirs； be right welcome。 Stand you by my side；
Fair cousin； I must lean on love or fall；
You are a goodly staff； sir； tall enough；
And fair enough to serve。 My gentle lords；
I am full glad of God that in great grace
He hath given me such a lordly stay as this；
There is no better friended queen alive。
For the repealing of those banished men
That stand in peril yet of last year's fault；
It is our will； you have our seal to that。
Brother； we hear harsh bruits of bad report
Blown up and down about our almoner；
See you to this： let him be sought into：
They say lewd folk make ballads of their spleen；
Strew miry ways of words with talk of him；
If they have cause let him be spoken with。
LINDSAY。
Madam； they charge him with so rank a life
Were it not well this fellow were plucked out
Seeing this is not an eye that doth offend；
But a blurred glass it were no harm to break；
Yea rather it were gracious to be done？
QUEEN。
Let him be weighed； and use him as he is；
I am of my nature pitiful； ye know；
And cannot turn my love unto a thorn
In so brief space。 Ye are all most virtuous；
Yea； there is goodness grafted on this land；
But yet compassion is some part of God。
There is much heavier business held on hand
Than one man's goodness： yea； as things fare here；
A matter worth more weighing。 All you wot
I am choose a help to my weak feet；
A lamp before my face； a lord and friend
To walk with me in weary ways； high up
Between the wind and rain and the hot sun。
Now I have chosen a helper to myself；
I wot the best a woman ever won；
A man that loves me； and a royal man；
A goodly love and lord for any queen。
But for the peril and despite of men
I have sometime tarried and withheld myself；
Not fearful of his worthiness nor you；
But with some lady's loathing to let out
My whole heart's love； for truly this is hard；
Not like a woman's fashion； shamefacedness
And noble grave reluctance of herself
To be the tongue and cry of her own heart。
Nathless plain speech is better than much wit；
So ye shall bear with me； albeit I think
Ye have caught the mark whereat my heart is bent。
I have kept close counsel and shut up men's lips；
But lightly shall a woman's will slip out；
The foolish little winged will of her；
Through cheek or eye when tongue is charmed asleep。
For that good lord I have good will to wed；
I wot he knew long since which way it flew；
Even till it lit on his right wrist and sang。
Lo； here I take him by the hand： fair lords；
This is my kinsman； made of mine own blood；
I take to halve the state and services
That bow down to me； and to be my head；
My chief； my master； my sweet lord and king。
Now shall I never say 〃sweet cousin〃 more
To my dear head and husband； here； fair sir；
I give you all the heart of love in me
To gather off my lips。 Did it like you；
The taste of it？ sir； it was whole and true。
God save our king！
DARNLEY。
Nay； nay； sweet love； no lord；
No king of yours though I were lord of these。
QUEEN。
Let word be sent to all good friends of ours
To help us to be glad； England and France
Shall bear great part of our rejoicings up。
Give me your hand； dear lord； for from this time
I must not walk alone。 Lords； have good cheer：
For you shall have a better face than mine
To set upon your kingly gold and show
For Scotland's forehead in the van of things。
Go with us now； and see this news set out。
＇Exeunt QUEEN； DARNLEY； and LORDS。＇
＇As CHASTELARD is going out； enter MARY BEATON。＇
MARY BEATON。
Have you yet heard？ You knew of this？
CHASTELARD。
I know。
I was just thinking how such things were made
And were so fair as this is。 Do you know
She held me here and talkedthe most sweet talk
Men ever heard of？
MARY BEATON。
You hate me to the heart。
What will you do？
CHASTELARD。
I know not： die some day；
But live as long and lightly as I can。
Will you now love me？ faith； but if you do；
It were much better you were dead and hearsed。
Will you do one thing for me？
MARY BEATON。
Yea； all things。
CHASTELARD。
Speak truth a little； for God's sake： indeed
It were no harm to do。 Come； will you； sweet？
Though it be but to please God。
MARY BEATON。
What will you do？
CHASTELARD。
Ay； true； I must do somewhat。 Let me see：
To get between and tread upon his face
Catch both her hands and bid men look at them；
How pure they wereI would do none of these；
Though they got wedded all the days in the year。
We may do well yet when all's c
