chastelard-第7节
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Though they got wedded all the days in the year。
We may do well yet when all's come and gone。
I pray you on this wedding…night of theirs
Do but one thing that I shall ask of you；
And Darnley will not hunger as I shall
For that good time。 Sweet； will you swear me this？
MARY BEATON。
Yea； though to do it were mortal to my soul
As the chief sin。
CHASTELARD。
I thank you： let us go。
END OF THE SECOND ACT。
ACT III。
THE QUEEN。
SCENE I。The Queen's Chamber。 Night。 Lights burning
In front of the bed。
＇Enter CHASTELARD and MARY BEATON。＇
MARY BEATON。
Be tender of your feet。
CHASTELARD。
I shall not fail：
These ways have light enough to help a man
That walks with such stirred blood in him as mine。
MARY BEATON。
I would yet plead with you to save your head：
Nay； let this be then： sir； I chide you not。
Nay； let all come。 Do not abide her yet。
CHASTELARD。
Have you read never in French books the song
Called the Duke's Song； some boy made ages back；
A song of drag…nets hauled across thwart seas
And plucked up with rent sides； and caught therein
A strange…haired woman with sad singing lips；
Cold in the cheek like any stray of sea；
And sweet to touch？ so that men seeing her face；
And how she sighed out little Ahs of pain
And soft cries sobbing sideways from her mouth；
Fell in hot love； and having lain with her
Died soon？ one time I could have told it through：
Now I have kissed the sea…witch on her eyes
And my lips ache with it； but I shall sleep
Full soon； and a good space of sleep。
MARY BEATON。
Alas！
CHASTELARD。
What makes you sigh though I be found a fool？
You have no blame： and for my death； sweet friend；
I never could have lived long either way。
Why； as I live； the joy I have of this
Would make men mad that were not mad with love；
I hear my blood sing； and my lifted heart
Is like a springing water blown of wind
For pleasure of this deed。 Now； in God's name；
I swear if there be danger in delight
I must die now： if joys have deadly teeth；
I'll have them bite my soul to death； and end
In the old asp's way； Egyptian…wise； be killed
In a royal purple fashion。 Look； my love
Would kill me if my body were past hurt
Of any man's hand； and to die thereof；
I say； is sweeter than all sorts of life。
I would not have her love me now； for then
I should die meanlier some time。 I am safe；
Sure of her face； my life's end in her sight；
My blood shed out about her feetby God；
My heart feels drunken when I think of it。
See you； she will not rid herself of me；
Not though she slay me： her sweet lips and life
Will smell of my spilt blood。
MARY BEATON。
Give me good…night。
CHASTELARD。
Yea； and good thanks。
＇Exit MARY BEATON。＇
Here is the very place：
Here has her body bowed the pillows in
And here her head thrust under made the sheet
Smell sort of her mixed hair and spice： even here
Her arms pushed back the coverlet； pulled here
The golden silken curtain halfway in
It may be； and made room to lean out loose；
Fair tender fallen arms。 Now； if God would；
Doubtless he might take pity on my soul
To give me three clear hours； and then red hell
Snare me forever： this were merciful：
If I were God now I should do thus much。
I must die next； and this were not so hard
For him to let me eat sweet fruit and die
With my lips sweet from it。 For one shall have
This fare for common days'…bread； which to me
Should be a touch kept always on my sense
To make hell soft； yea； the keen pain of hell
Soft as the loosening of wound arms in sleep。
Ah； love is good； and the worst part of it
More than all things but death。 She will be here
In some small while； and see me face to face
That am to give up life for her and go
Where a man lies with all his loves put out
And his lips full of earth。 I think on her；
And the old pleasure stings and makes half…tears
Under mine eyelids。 Prithee； love； come fast；
That I may die soon： yea； some kisses through；
I shall die joyfully enough； so God
Keep me alive till then。 I feel her feet
Coming far off； now must I hold my heart；
Steadying my blood to see her patiently。
＇Hides himself by the bed。＇
＇Enter the QUEEN and DARNLEY。＇
QUEEN。
Nay； now go back： I have sent off my folk；
Maries and all。 Pray you； let be my hair；
I cannot twist the gold thread out of it
That you wound in so close。 Look； here it clings：
Ah！ now you mar my hair unwinding it。
Do me no hurt； sir。
DARNLEY。
I would do you ease；
Let me stay here。
QUEEN。
Nay； will you go； my lord？
DARNLEY。
Eh？ would you use me as a girl does fruit；
Touched with her mouth and pulled away for game
To look thereon ere her lips feed？ but see；
By God； I fare the worse for you。
QUEEN。
Fair sir；
Give me this hour to watch with and say prayers；
You have not faith…it needs me to say prayers；
That with commending of this deed to God
I may get grace for it。
DARNLEY。
Why； lacks it grace？
Is not all wedlock gracious of itself？
QUEEN。
Nay； that I know not of。 Come； sweet； be hence。
DARNLEY。
You have a sort of jewel in your neck
That's like mine here。
QUEEN。
Keep off your hands and go：
You have no courtesy to be a king。
DARNLEY。
Well； I will go： nay； but I thwart you not。
Do as you will； and get you grace； farewell；
And for my part； grace keep this watch with me！
For I need grace to bear with you so much。
＇Exit。＇
QUEEN。
So； he is forth。 Let me behold myself；
I am too pale to be so hot； I marvel
So little color should be bold in the face
When the blood is not quieted。 I have
But a brief space to cool my thoughts upon。
If one should wear the hair thus heaped and curled
Would it look best？ or this way in the neck？
Could one ungirdle in such wise one's heart
＇Taking off her girdle。＇
And ease it inwards as the waist is eased
By slackening of the slid clasp on it！
How soft the silk is…gracious color too；
Violet shadows like new veins thrown up
Each arm； and gold to fleck the faint sweet green
Where the wrist lies thus eased。 I am right glad
I have no maids about to hasten me…
So I will rest and see my hair shed down
On either silk side of my woven sleeves；
Get some new way to bind it back with…yea；
Fair mirror…glass； I am well ware of you；
Yea； I know that； I am quite beautiful。
How my hair shines！…Fair face； be friends with me
And I will sing to you； look in my face
Now； and your mouth must help the song in mine。
Alys la chatelaine
Voit venir de par Seine
Thiebault le capitaine
Qui parle ainsi！
Was that the wind in the casement？ nay； no more
But the comb drawn through half my hissing hair
Laid on my arms…yet my flesh moved at it。
Dans ma camaille
Plus de clou qui vaille；
Dans ma cotte…maille
Plus de fer aussi。
Ah； but I wrong the ballad…verse： what's good
In such frayed fringes of old rhymes； to make
Their broken burden lag with us？ meseems
I could be sad now if I fell to think
The least sad thing； aye； that sweet lady's fool；
Fool sorrow； would make merry with mine eyes
For a small thing。 Nay； but I will keep glad；
Nor shall old sorrow be false friends with me。
But my first wedding was not like to this…
Fair faces then and laughter and sweet game；
And a pale little mouth that clung on mine
When I had kissed him by the faded eyes
And either thin cheek beating with faint blood。
Well； he was sure to die soon； I do think
He would have given his body to be slain；
Having embraced my body。 Now； God knows；
I have no man to do as much for me
As give me but a little of his blood
To fill my beauty from； though I go down
Pale to my grave for want…I think not。 Pale…
I am too pale purely…Ah！
＇See him in the glass； coming forward。＇
CHASTELARD。
Be not afraid。
QUEEN。
Saint Mary！ what a shaken wit have I！
Nay； is it you？ who let you through the doors？
Where be my maidens？ which way got you in？
Nay； but stand up； kiss not my hands so hard；
By God's fair body； if you but breathe on them
You are just dead and slain at once。 What adder
Has bit you mirthful mad？ for by this light
A man to have his head laughed off for mirth
Is no great jest。 Lay not your eyes on me；
What； would you not be slain？
CHASTELARD。
I pray you； madam；
Bear with me a brief space and let me speak。
I will not touch your garments even； nor speak
But in soft wise； and look some other way；
If that it like you； for I came not here
For pleasure of the eyes； yet； if you will；
Let me look on you。
QUEEN。
As you will； fair sir。
Give me that coif to gather in my hair…
I thank you…and my girdle…nay； that side。
Speak； if you will； yet if you will be gone
