life is a dream-第2节
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What； weeping my poor fellow？
FIFE。
Leave you here
Alonemy LadyLord！ I mean my Lord
In a strange countryamong savages
Oh； now I knowyou would be rid of me
For fear my stumbling speech
ROS。
Oh； no； no； no！
I want you with me for a thousand sakes
To which that is as nothingI myself
More apt to let the secret out myself
Without your help at allCome； come； cheer up！
And if you sing again； 'Come weal； come woe；'
Let it be that； for we will never part
Until you give the signal。
FIFE。
'Tis a bargain。
ROS。
Now to begin； then。 'Follow； follow me；
'You fairy elves that be。'
FIFE。
Ay； and go on
Something of 'following darkness like a dream；'
For that we're after。
ROS。
No； after the sun；
Trying to catch hold of his glittering skirts
That hang upon the mountain as he goes。
FIFE。
Ah； he's himself past catchingas you spoke
He heard what you were saying； andjust so
Like some scared water…bird；
As we say in my country； /dove/ below。
ROS。
Well； we must follow him as best we may。
Poland is no great country； and； as rich
In men and means； will but few acres spare
To lie beneath her barrier mountains bare。
We cannot； I believe； be very far
From mankind or their dwellings。
FIFE。
Send it so！
And well provided for man； woman； and beast。
No； not for beast。 Ah； but my heart begins
To yearn for her
ROS。
Keep close； and keep your feet
From serving you as hers did。
FIFE。
As for beasts；
If in default of other entertainment；
We should provide them with ourselves to eat
Bears； lions； wolves
ROS。
Oh； never fear。
FIFE。
Or else；
Default of other beasts； beastlier men；
Cannibals； Anthropophagi； bare Poles
Who never knew a tailor but by taste。
ROS。
Look； look！ Unless my fancy misconceive
With twilightdown among the rocks there； Fife
Some human dwelling； surely
Or think you but a rock torn from the rocks
In some convulsion like to…day's； and perch'd
Quaintly among them in mock…masonry？
FIFE。
Most likely that； I doubt。
ROS。
No； nofor look！
A square of darkness opening in it
FIFE。
Oh； I don't half like such openings！
ROS。
Like the loom
Of night from which she spins her outer gloom
FIFE。
Lord； Madam； pray forbear this tragic vein
In such a time and place
ROS。
And now again
Within that square of darkness； look！ a light
That feels its way with hesitating pulse；
As we do； through the darkness that it drives
To blacken into deeper night beyond。
FIFE。
In which could we follow that light's example；
As might some English Bardolph with his nose；
We might defy the sunsetHark； a chain！
ROS。
And now a lamp； a lamp！ And now the hand
That carries it。
FIFE。
Oh； Lord！ that dreadful chain！
ROS。
And now the bearer of the lamp； indeed
As strange as any in Arabian tale；
So giant…like； and terrible； and grand；
Spite of the skin he's wrapt in。
FIFE。
Why； 'tis his own：
Oh； 'tis some wild man of the woods； I've heard
They build and carry torches
ROS。
Never Ape
Bore such a brow before the heavens as that
Chain'd as you say too！
FIFE。
Oh； that dreadful chain！
ROS。
And now he sets the lamp down by his side；
And with one hand clench'd in his tangled hair
And with a sigh as if his heart would break
（During this Segismund has entered from the fortress； with a torch。）
SEGISMUND。
Once more the storm has roar'd itself away；
Splitting the crags of God as it retires；
But sparing still what it should only blast；
This guilty piece of human handiwork；
And all that are within it。 Oh； how oft；
How oft； within or here abroad； have I
Waited； and in the whisper of my heart
Pray'd for the slanting hand of heaven to strike
The blow myself I dared not； out of fear
Of that Hereafter； worse； they say； than here；
Plunged headlong in； but； till dismissal waited；
To wipe at last all sorrow from men's eyes；
And make this heavy dispensation clear。
Thus have I borne till now； and still endure；
Crouching in sullen impotence day by day；
Till some such out…burst of the elements
Like this rouses the sleeping fire within；
And standing thus upon the threshold of
Another night about to close the door
Upon one wretched day to open it
On one yet wretcheder because one more；
Once more； you savage heavens； I ask of you
I； looking up to those relentless eyes
That； now the greater lamp is gone below；
Begin to muster in the listening skies；
In all the shining circuits you have gone
About this theatre of human woe；
What greater sorrow have you gazed upon
Than down this narrow chink you witness still；
And which； did you yourselves not fore…devise；
You registered for others to fulfil！
FIFE。
This is some Laureate at a birthday ode；
No wonder we went rhyming。
ROS。
Hush！ And now
See； starting to his feet； he strides about
Far as his tether'd steps
SEG。
And if the chain
You help'd to rivet round me did contract
Since guiltless infancy from guilt in act；
Of what in aspiration or in thought
Guilty； but in resentment of the wrong
That wreaks revenge on wrong I never wrought
By excommunication from the free
Inheritance that all created life；
Beside myself； is born tofrom the wings
That range your own immeasurable blue；
Down to the poor； mute； scale…imprison'd things；
That yet are free to wander； glide； and pass
About that under…sapphire； whereinto
Yourselves transfusing you yourselves englass！
ROS。
What mystery is this？
FIFE。
Why； the man's mad：
That's all the mystery。 That's why he's chain'd
And why
SEG。
Nor Nature's guiltless life alone
But that which lives on blood and rapine； nay；
Charter'd with larger liberty to slay
Their guiltless kind； the tyrants of the air
Soar zenith…upward with their screaming prey；
Making pure heaven drop blood upon the stage
Of under earth； where lion； wolf； and bear；
And they that on their treacherous velvet wear
Figure and constellation like your own；
With their still living slaughter bound away
Over the barriers of the mountain cage；
Against which one； blood…guiltless； and endued
With aspiration and with aptitude
Transcending other creatures； day by day
Beats himself mad with unavailing rage！
FIFE。
Why； that must be the meaning of my mule's
Rebellion
ROS。
Hush！
SEG。
But then if murder be
The law by which not only conscience…blind
Creatures； but man too prospers with his kind；
Who leaving all his guilty fellows free；
Under your fatal auspice and divine
Compulsion； leagued in some mysterious ban
Against one innocent and helpless man；
Abuse their liberty to murder mine：
And sworn to silence； like their masters mute
In heaven； and like them twirling through the mask
Of darkness； answering to all I ask；
Point up to them whose work they execute！
ROS。
Ev'n as I thought； some poor unhappy wretch；
By man wrong'd； wretched； unrevenged； as I！
Nay； so much worse than I； as by those chains
Clipt of the means of self…revenge on those
Who lay on him what they deserve。 And I；
Who taunted Heaven a little while ago
With pouring all its wrath upon my head
Alas！ like him who caught the cast…off husk
Of what another bragg'd of feeding on；
Here's one that from the refuse of my sorrows
Could gather all the banquet he desires！
Poor soul； poor soul！
FIFE。
Speak lowerhe will hear you。
ROS。
And if he should； what then？ Why； if he would；
He could not harm meNay； and if he could；
Methinks I'd venture something of a life
I care so little for
SEG。
Who's that？ Clotaldo？ Who are you； I say；
That； venturing in these forbidden rocks；
Have lighted on my miserable life；
And your own death？
ROS。
You would not hurt me； surely？
SEG。
Not I； but those that； iron as the chain
In which they slay me with a lingering death；
Will slay you with a suddenWho are you？
ROS。
A stranger from across the mountain there；
Who； having lost his way in this strange land
And coming night； drew hither to what seem'd
A human dwelling hidden in these rocks；
And where the voice of human sorrow soon
Told him it was so。
SEG。
Ay？ But nearernearer
That by this smoky supplement of day
But for a moment I may see who speaks
So pitifully sweet。
FIFE。
Take care！ take care！
ROS。
Alas； poor man； that I； myself so helpless；
Could better help you than by barren pity；
And my poor presence
SEG。
Oh； might that be all！
But thata few poor momentsand； alas！
The very bliss of having； and the dread
Of losing； under such a penalty
As every moment's having runs more near；
Stifles the very utterance and resource
They cry for quickest； till from sheer despair
Of holding thee； methinks myself would tear
To pieces
FIFE。
