life is a dream-第9节
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CLO。
Aywondrous how
Imagination in a sleeping brain
Out of the uncontingent senses draws
Sensations strong as from the real touch；
That we not only laugh aloud； and drench
With tears our pillow； but in the agony
Of some imaginary conflict； fight
And struggleev'n as you did； some； 'tis thought；
Under the dreamt…of stroke of death have died。
SEG。
And what so very strange tooIn that world
Where place as well as people all was strange；
Ev'n I almost as strange unto myself；
You only； you； Clotaldoyou； as much
And palpably yourself as now you are；
Came in this very garb you ever wore；
By such a token of the past； you said；
To assure me of that seeming present。
CLO。
Ay？
SEG。
Ay； and even told me of the very stars
You tell me here ofhow in spite of them；
I was enlarged to all that glory。
CLO。
Ay； By the false spirits' nice contrivance thus
A little truth oft leavens all the false；
The better to delude us。
SEG。
For you know
'Tis nothing but a dream？
CLO。
Nay； you yourself
Know best how lately you awoke from that
You know you went to sleep on？
Why； have you never dreamt the like before？
SEG。
Never； to such reality。
CLO。
Such dreams
Are oftentimes the sleeping exhalations
Of that ambition that lies smouldering
Under the ashes of the lowest fortune；
By which； when reason slumbers； or has lost
The reins of sensible comparison；
We fly at something higher than we are
Scarce ever dive to lowerto be kings；
Or conquerors； crown'd with laurel or with gold；
Nay； mounting heaven itself on eagle wings。
Which； by the way； now that I think of it；
May furnish us the key to this high flight
That royal Eagle we were watching； and
Talking of as you went to sleep last night。
SEG。
Last night？ Last night？
CLO。
Ay； do you not remember
Envying his immunity of flight；
As； rising from his throne of rock； he sail'd
Above the mountains far into the West；
That burn'd about him； while with poising wings
He darkled in it as a burning brand
Is seen to smoulder in the fire it feeds？
SEG。
Last nightlast nightOh； what a day was that
Between that last night and this sad To…day！
CLO。
And yet； perhaps；
Only some few dark moments； into which
Imagination； once lit up within
And unconditional of time and space；
Can pour infinities。
SEG。
And I remember
How the old man they call'd the King； who wore
The crown of gold about his silver hair；
And a mysterious girdle round his waist；
Just when my rage was roaring at its height；
And after which it all was dark again；
Bid me beware lest all should be a dream。
CLO。
Aythere another specialty of dreams；
That once the dreamer 'gins to dream he dreams；
His foot is on the very verge of waking。
SEG。
Would it had been upon the verge of death
That knows no waking
Lifting me up to glory； to fall back；
Stunn'd； crippledwretcheder than ev'n before。
CLO。
Yet not so glorious； Segismund； if you
Your visionary honour wore so ill
As to work murder and revenge on those
Who meant you well。
SEG。
Who meant me！me！ their Prince
Chain'd like a felon
CLO。
Stay； stayNot so fast；
You dream'd the Prince； remember。
SEG。
Then in dream
Revenged it only。
CLO。
True。 But as they say
Dreams are rough copies of the waking soul
Yet uncorrected of the higher Will；
So that men sometimes in their dreams confess
An unsuspected； or forgotten； self；
One must beware to checkay； if one may；
Stifle ere born； such passion in ourselves
As makes； we see； such havoc with our sleep；
And ill reacts upon the waking day。
And； by the bye； for one test； Segismund；
Between such swearable realities
Since Dreaming； Madness； Passion； are akin
In missing each that salutary rein
Of reason； and the guiding will of man：
One test； I think； of waking sanity
Shall be that conscious power of self…control；
To curb all passion； but much most of all
That evil and vindictive； that ill squares
With human； and with holy canon less；
Which bids us pardon ev'n our enemies；
And much more those who； out of no ill will；
Mistakenly have taken up the rod
Which heaven； they think； has put into their hands。
SEG。
I think I soon shall have to try again
Sleep has not yet done with me。
CLO。
Such a sleep。
Take my advice'tis early yetthe sun
Scarce up above the mountain； go within；
And if the night deceived you； try anew
With morning； morning dreams they say come true。
SEG。
Oh； rather pray for me a sleep so fast
As shall obliterate dream and waking too。
（Exit into the tower。）
CLO。
So sleep； sleep fast： and sleep away those two
Night…potions； and the waking dream between
Which dream thou must believe； and； if to see
Again； poor Segismund！ that dream must be。
And yet； and yet； in these our ghostly lives；
Half night； half day； half sleeping； half awake；
How if our waking life； like that of sleep；
Be all a dream in that eternal life
To which we wake not till we sleep in death？
How if； I say； the senses we now trust
For date of sensible comparison；
Ay； ev'n the Reason's self that dates with them；
Should be in essence or intensity
Hereafter so transcended； and awake
To a perceptive subtlety so keen
As to confess themselves befool'd before；
In all that now they will avouch for most？
One manlike thisbut only so much longer
As life is longer than a summer's day；
Believed himself a king upon his throne；
And play'd at hazard with his fellows' lives；
Who cheaply dream'd away their lives to him。
The sailor dream'd of tossing on the flood：
The soldier of his laurels grown in blood：
The lover of the beauty that he knew
Must yet dissolve to dusty residue：
The merchant and the miser of his bags
Of finger'd gold； the beggar of his rags：
And all this stage of earth on which we seem
Such busy actors； and the parts we play'd；
Substantial as the shadow of a shade；
And Dreaming but a dream within a dream！
FIFE。
Was it not said； sir；
By some philosopher as yet unborn；
That any chimney…sweep who for twelve hours
Dreams himself king is happy as the king
Who dreams himself twelve hours a chimney…sweep？
CLO。
A theme indeed for wiser heads than yours
To moralize uponHow came you here？
FIFE。
Not of my own will； I assure you； sir。
No matter for myself： but I would know
About my mistressI mean； master
CLO。
Oh； Now I rememberWell； your master…mistress
Is well； and deftly on its errand speeds；
As you shallif you can but hold your tongue。
Can you？
FIFE。
I'd rather be at home again。
CLO。
Where you shall be the quicker if while here
You can keep silence。
FIFE。
I may whistle； then？
Which by the virtue of my name I do；
And also as a reasonable test
Of waking sanity
CLO。
Well； whistle then；
And for another reason you forgot；
That while you whistle； you can chatter not。
Only rememberif you quit this pass
FIFE。
（His rhymes are out； or he had call'd it spot）
CLO。
A bullet brings you to。
I must forthwith to court to tell the King
The issue of this lamentable day；
That buries all his hope in night。
（To FIFE。）
Farewell。 Remember。
FIFE。
But a momentbut a word！
When shall I see my mismas
CLO。
Be content：
All in good time； and then； and not before；
Never to miss your master any more。
（Exit。）
FIFE。
Such talk of dreamingdreamingI begin
To doubt if I be dreaming I am Fife；
Who with a lad who call'd herself a boy
BecauseI doubt there's some confusion here
He wore no petticoat； came on a time
Riding from Muscovy on half a horse；
Who must have dreamt she was a horse entire；
To cant me off upon my hinder face
Under this tower； wall…eyed and musket…tongued；
With sentinels a…pacing up and down；
Crying All's well when all is far from well；
All the day long； and all the night； until
I dreamif what is dreaming be not waking
Of bells a…tolling and processions rolling
With candles； crosses； banners； San…benitos；
Of which I wear the flamy…finingest；
Through streets and places throng'd with fiery faces
To some back platform
Oh； I shall take a fire into my hand
With thinking of my own dear Muscovy
Only just over that Sierra there；
By which we tumbled headlong intoNo…land。
Now； if without a bullet after me；
I could but get a peep of my old home
Perhaps of my own mule to take me there
All's stillperhaps the gentlemen within
Are dreaming it is night behind their masks
God send 'em a good nightmare！Now thenHark！
Voicesand up the rocksand armed men
Climbing like catsPuss in the corner then。
（He hides。）
（Enter Soldiers cautiously up the rocks。）
CAPTAIN。
This is the frontier pass； at any rate；
Where Poland ends and Muscovy begins。
SOLDIER。
We must be close upon the t
