polyuecte-第7节
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All weapons possible to love and war；
And those who let them rust but laggards are。
I fearand fear doth give our vision scope
E'en now he cherisheth a tender hope；
He sees his rival prostrate in the dust；
So； as a man he hopesbecause he must。
Can dark despair to love and hope give place
To save the guilty from deserved disgrace？
And were his worth so matchless； so divine；
As to forbear all ill to me and mine
Still I must own the base； the coward hope；
'Gainst which my strength is all too weak to cope；
That hope whose phoenix ashes yet enthrall
The wretch who rises but once more to fall；
Ambition is my master； iron Fate；
I feel； obey； adore thee； while I hate！
Polyeucte was once my guard； my pride； my shield；
Yet can I； by Severus； weapons wield；
Should he my daughter wed； more tried； more true：
What wills Severusthat will Decius do。
Upheld by him； e'en Fortune I defy
And yet I shrink！for them； thrice base were I！
ALBIN。
Perish the word！ It ne'er was made for thee；
But wilt thou deal just meed to treachery？
FELIX。
I go to Polyeucte's cell；though my poor breath
Should there be spent in vain to avert his death；
Then； then my fated child her strength shall try。
ALBIN。
What wilt thou do if both he still defy？
FELIX。
O； press me not in agony so great！
To thee alone I turnresistless Fate！
ACT IV
POLYEUCTE。 CLEON。 THREE OTHER GUARDS
POLY。
What is thy will？
CLEON。
Pauline would see my lord。
POLY。
Ah； how my heart quails at that single word！
Thee； Felix； I o'ercame within my cell；
Laughed at thy threats if death and torture fell；
Yet hast thou still one arm to rouse my fears；
The rest I scorn； but dread thy daughter's tears！
One only talisman remains； great God； 'tis mine；
Sufficient for my every need His strength divine！
O thou； dear saint； thy scars all healed； white…robed； in glory crowned；
Plead that I too may victory win； thou who hast victory found！
Nearchus； who hast clasped in Heaven that dear； that pierced hand；
Plead that thy friend； who wrestles here； may safely by thee stand！
Ye Guards； one last kind service； I would ask；
Well may ye grant it； 'tis an easy task：
I do not seek deliverance from these thralls；
（Looks at his chains。）
I do not care to scale my prison walls；
But； since three warriors armed can surely guard
One fettered man in safest watch and ward；
Go one； and beg of great Severus' grace
That he would deign to meet me face to face；
To him would I a secret now impart；
Which much concerns his joy and peace of heart。
CLEON。
On willing foot； my lord； do I obey。
POLY。
Severus must this kindly service pay；
Ah； lose no time； time now has fleetest wings。
CLEON。
Full soon to thee thy prayer Severus brings。
（Exit Cleon。 Guardsmen retire to background。）
POLY。
The fount is pure； yet bitter waters flow；
Sin taintsmen poison what was made all fair。
They will not choose immortal streams： they go
To seek for pleasurebut find only care：
Their pleasure wed to strifeah； death the gate of life；
Christ's servants； none but they His crown shall wear！
So pain
Is gain：
Count not the cost！
The world well lost；
His Heaven to share！
O Pleasure； think not that I sigh for thee；
Thy charms； that once enslaved； no more delight；
In Christ's dear name I bid the tempter flee；
His foes are mine；unlovely in my sight。
The mighty from their seat He hurls beneath His feet；
His fan is in His hand； His vengeful sword is bright。
Their crown
Cast down。
All hopes most dear
They cherish here
Shall end in night。
O Decius！ Tiger！ Pitiless！ Athirst
With quenchless rage； for blood of Christ's redeemed
Armenia shall arise； by thee accursed；
On her at last has Light of Asia beamed；
And our Deliverer from the holy east
Shall dash the cup from thy Belshazzar feast！
Secure；
And pure；
Christ's saints shall reign；
And； purged by pain；
For aye endure！
Let Felix sacrifice me to thine ire；
Yea； let my rival captivate the soul
Of her who now with Decius doth conspire
To chain immortal hope to earthly goal；
Let earth…bound men pursue the world's desire；
Sense charms not him who doth to Heaven aspire！
Hail pain！
Disdain
All Earthly love；
To seek above
A holier fire！
Oh； Love that passeth knowledge be my stay；
And fire my heart to beat alone for thee！
Sun of my soul？oh； flash one purest ray
In that last hour supremeto comfort me；
So life's brief night shall merge in endless day！
Come； Death！
Last breath
Shall praise thy name；
The same； the same；
For aye！ For aye！
O heavenly fire； most pure； embracing all；
Come； shield me from Pauline； else must I fall！
I see her； but no more as once I saw
I am encased in armour without flaw：
To eyes that gaze alone on heavenly light；
Naught else is pure； or dear； or fair； or bright！
（Enter Pauline）
With what intent； Pauline； hast thou come here？
Have I a friend to aid； or foe to fear？
Is it Christ's soldier that thou com'st to greet？
Or wouldst thou sink my triumph in defeat？
If thou wouldst bid me spurn the debt I owe；
Not Decius； but Pauline； my deadliest foe！
PAUL。
All； save thyself； to thee； my love； are friends：
Love but thyself； love me；thy torment ends。
Alone thou seal'st thy doom； alone wouldst shed
That blood by all Armenia honoured。
Yes； thou art saved； if thou for mercy plead；
Demand thy death； and thou are lost indeed。
Think of the worth of this self…hated life；
And think in pity of Pauline；thy wife！
Think of the people that their prince adores；
Think of the honours Felix on thee pours！
Oh； I am nothing； nothing unto thee；
But； husband； think how dear thou art to me！
Think how the path of glory on thee opes；
Thou dearest lodestar of a nation's hopes！
Shall blood of kings be but the headsman's sport？
Is life a toy wherewith thy death to court？
POLY。
I think of more than this； I know what thou wouldst say。
Our life is ours to use； and we that debt must pay。
What life is this men love？ An idle； empty dream；
Where nothing can endure；where all things only seem。
Death ends their every joy which fickle Fortune leaves；
They gain a royal throne to learn how pomp deceives；
They gather wealth that men may envy their estate；
They clear a path by blood； so envy turns to hate。
Such vast ambition mine as Caesar never knew；
Death bounds it not； for death is but its servant true。
Peace that the world ne'er gave； and cannot take away；
That peace； Pauline； is mine； mine wholly； mine for aye！
Nor time； nor fate； nor chance； nor cruel war；
Can touch this peace； or this my kingdom mar。
Is this poor lifethe creature of a day
For endless peace too great a price to pay？
PAUL。
'Out on these Christian dreams！' my reason cries；
Whene'er they speak of truth； they utter lies。
Thou say'st： 'To win such prize my life is naught！'
But is thy life thine own？ How was it bought？
Our life an heirloom to our country due；
What gave thee birth； demands thy service too？
Pay； then thy debt to her who has the right！
POLY。
Ah； for my country I would gladly fight！
I know the glory of a hero's name；
I feel the thrill；I recognise the claim。
My life I owe to whom I owe my sword
But most to Him who gave itto the Lord！
Oh； if to die for fatherland be sweet；
To die for Himmy Godwhat word is meet？
PAUL。
Which God？
POLY。
Hush！ hush！ Pauline； the God who hears
And answers prayers；gives hopes； assuages fears。
Thy gods are deaf and senseless； maimed and weak；
Tongues； mouths they have； and yet they cannot speak。
The Christians' God alone is mine；is thine；
Jehovah only rulessupremedivine！
PAUL。
Adore Him in thy heart； but say no word！
POLY。
What！ Can I call Jove and JehovahLord？
PAUL。
One moment feign。 Ah； let Severus go！
Let but my father all his kindness show！
POLY。
Another Father mine！ His love most dear
Removes me from a world begirt with fear。
For life's stern race too weak； too frail am I；
So； by kind death； He gives me Victory。
Pure from the holy font（His mercies never fail！）
He brings His barque to port； when it hath scarce set sail。
Couldst thou but understand how poor this earth；
Couldst thou but grasp how great this second birth！
And yet； why speak of treasure rare concealed
From one to whom light is yet unrevealed？
PAUL。
O cruel！ I can strangle pain no more！
Is this the fruit of all thy heavenly lore？
They say thy Christ His enemies did bless；
Thou addest insult to my deep distress。
How is my soul so darkwhich was so fair？
Thou call'dst me 'lovely''dear''beyond compare！'
Of my bereavement have I said no word；
I stilled my grief that I might soothe my lord！
They say that love has wings； and all they say is true；
