the complete poetical works-第198节
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Has been the cause of more vexation to me
Than it will be of honor。 Ser Biagio；
Master of ceremonies at the Papal court；
A man punctilious and over nice；
Calls it improper； says that those nude forms；
Showing their nakedness in such shameless fashion；
Are better suited to a common bagnio；
Or wayside wine…shop； than a Papal Chapel。
To punish him I painted him as Minos
And leave him there as master of ceremonies
In the Infernal Regions。 What would you
Have done to such a man？
BENVENUTO。
I would have killed him。
When any one insults me； if I can
I kill him； kill him。
MICHAEL ANGELO。
Oh； you gentlemen；
Who dress in silks and velvets； and wear swords；
Are ready with your weapon； and have all
A taste for homicide。
BENVENUTO。
I learned that lesson
Under Pope Clement at the siege of Rome；
Some twenty years ago。 As I was standing
Upon the ramparts of the Campo Santo
With Alessandro Bene； I beheld
A sea of fog； that covered all the plain；
And hid from us the foe； when suddenly；
A misty figure； like an apparition；
Rose up above the fog； as if on horseback。
At this I aimed my arquebus； and fired。
The figure vanished； and there rose a cry
Out of the darkness； long and fierce and loud；
With imprecations in all languages。
It was the Constable of France； the Bourbon；
That I had slain。
MICHAEL ANGELO。
Rome should be grateful to you。
BENVENUTO。
But has not been； you shall hear presently。
During the siege I served as bombardier；
There in St。 Angelo。 His Holiness；
One day； was walking with his Cardinals
On the round bastion； while I stood above
Among my falconets。 All thought and feeling；
All skill in art and all desire of fame；
Were swallowed up in the delightful music
Of that artillery。 I saw far off；
Within the enemy's trenches on the Prati；
A Spanish cavalier in scarlet cloak；
And firing at him with due aim and range；
I cut the gay Hidalgo in two pieces。
The eyes are dry that wept for him in Spain。
His Holiness； delighted beyond measure
With such display of gunnery； and amazed
To see the man in scarlet cut in two；
Gave me his benediction； and absolved me
From all the homicides I had committed
In service of the Apostolic Church；
Or should commit thereafter。 From that day
I have not held in very high esteem
The life of man。
MICHAEL ANGELO。
And who absolved Pope Clement？
Now let us speak of Art。
BENVENUTO。
Of what you will。
MICHAEL ANGELO。
Say； have you seen our friend Fra Bastian lately；
Since by a turn of fortune he became
Friar of the Signet？
BENVENUTO。
Faith； a pretty artist
To pass his days in stamping leaden seals
On Papal bulls！
MICHAEL ANGELO。
He has grown fat and lazy；
As if the lead clung to him like a sinker。
He paints no more； since he was sent to Fondi
By Cardinal Ippolito to paint
The fair Gonzaga。 Ah； you should have seen him
As I did； riding through the city gate；
In his brown hood； attended by four horsemen；
Completely armed； to frighten the banditti。
I think he would have frightened them alone；
For he was rounder than the O of Giotto。
BENVENUTO。
He must have looked more like a sack of meal
Than a great painter。
MICHAEL ANGELO。
Well； he is not great
But still I like him greatly。 Benvenuto
Have faith in nothing but in industry。
Be at it late and early； persevere；
And work right on through censure and applause；
Or else abandon Art。
BENVENUTO。
No man works harder
Then I do。 I am not a moment idle。
MICHAEL ANGELO。
And what have you to show me？
BENVENUTO。
This gold ring；
Made for his Holiness；my latest work；
And I am proud of it。 A single diamond
Presented by the Emperor to the Pope。
Targhetta of Venice set and tinted it；
I have reset it； and retinted it
Divinely； as you see。 The jewellers
Say I've surpassed Targhetta。
MICHAEL ANGELO。
Let me see it。
A pretty jewel。
BENVENUTO。
That is not the expression。
Pretty is not a very pretty word
To be applied to such a precious stone；
Given by an Emperor to a Pope； and set
By Benvenuto！
MICHAEL ANGELO。
Messer Benvenuto；
I lose all patience with you； for the gifts
That God hath given you are of such a kind；
They should be put to far more noble uses
Than setting diamonds for the Pope of Rome。
You can do greater things。
BENVENUTO。
The God who made me
Knows why he made me what I am；a goldsmith；
A mere artificer。
MICHAEL ANGELO。
Oh no； an artist
Richly endowed by nature； but who wraps
His talent in a napkin； and consumes
His life in vanities。
BENVENUTO。
Michael Angelo
May say what Benvenuto would not bear
From any other man。 He speaks the truth。
I know my life is wasted and consumed
In vanities； but I have better hours
And higher aspirations than you think。
Once； when a prisoner at St。 Angelo；
Fasting and praying in the midnight darkness；
In a celestial vision I beheld
A crucifix in the sun； of the same substance
As is the sun itself。 And since that hour
There is a splendor round about my head；
That may he seen at sunrise and at sunset
Above my shadow on the grass。 And now
I know that I am in the grace of God；
And none henceforth can harm me。
MICHAEL ANGELO。
None but one；
None but yourself； who are your greatest foe。
He that respects himself is safe from others；
He wears a coat of mail that none can pierce。
BENVENUTO。
I always wear one。
MICHAEL ANGELO。
O incorrigible！
At least； forget not the celestial vision。
Man must have something higher than himself
To think of。
BENVENUTO。
That I know full well。 Now listen。
I have been sent for into France； where grow
The Lilies that illumine heaven and earth；
And carry in mine equipage the model
Of a most marvellous golden salt…cellar
For the king's table； and here in my brain
A statue of Mars Armipotent for the fountain
Of Fontainebleau； colossal； wonderful。
I go a goldsmith； to return a sculptor。
And so farewell； great Master。 Think of me
As one who； in the midst of all his follies；
Had also his ambition； and aspired
To better things。
MICHAEL ANGELO。
Do not forget the vision。
＇Sitting down again to the Divina Commedia。
Now in what circle of his poem sacred
Would the great Florentine have placed this man？
Whether in Phlegethon； the river of blood；
Or in the fiery belt of Purgatory；
I know not； but most surely not with those
Who walk in leaden cloaks。 Though he is one
Whose passions； like a potent alkahest；
Dissolve his better nature； he is not
That despicable thing； a hypocrite；
He doth not cloak his vices； nor deny them。
Come back； my thoughts； from him to Paradise。
IV。
FRA SEBASTIANO DEL PIOMBO
MICHAEL ANGELO； FRA SEBASTIANO DEL PIOMBO。
MICHAEL ANGELO； not turning round。
Who is it？
FRA SEBASTIANO。
Wait； for I am out of breath
In climbing your steep stairs。
MICHAEL ANGELO。
Ah； my Bastiano；
If you went up and down as many stairs
As I do still； and climbed as many ladders；
It would be better for you。 Pray sit down。
Your idle and luxurious way of living
Will one day take your breath away entirely。
And you will never find it。
FRA SEBASTIANO。
Well； what then？
That would be better； in my apprehension；
Than falling from a scaffold。
MICHAEL ANGELO。
That was nothing
It did not kill me； only lamed me slightly；
I am quite well again。
FRA SEBASTIANO。
But why； dear Master；
Why do you live so high up in your house；
When you could live below and have a garden；
As I do？
MICHAEL ANGELO。
From this window I can look
On many gardens； o'er the city roofs
See the Campagna and the Alban hills；
And all are mine。
FRA SEBASTIANO。
Can you sit down in them；
On summer afternoons； and play the lute
Or sing； or sleep the time away？
MICHAEL ANGELO。
I never
Sleep in the day…time； scarcely sleep at night。
I have not time。 Did you meet Benvenuto
As you came up the stair？
FRA SEBASTIANO。
He ran against me
On the first landing； going at full speed；
Dressed like the Spanish captain in a play；
With his long rapier and his short red cloak。
Why hurry through the world at such a pace？
Life will not be too long。
MICHAEL ANGELO。
It is his nature；
A restless spirit； that consumes itself
With useless agit
