the rape of lucrece-第4节
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From forth dull sleep by dreadful fancy waking；
That thinks she hath beheld some ghastly sprite；
Whose grim aspect sets every joint a…shaking；
What terror 'tis！ but she； in worser taking；
From sleep disturbed； heedfully doth view
The sight which makes supposed terror true。
Wrapped and confounded in a thousand fears；
Like to a new…killed bird she trembling lies；
She dares not look； yet； winking； there appears
Quick…shifting antics； ugly in her eyes。
〃Such shadows are the weak brain's forgeries；
Who； angry that the eyes fly from their lights；
In darkness daunts them with more dreadful sights。
His hand that yet remains upon her breast…
Rude ram； to batter such an ivory wall！…
May feel her heart； poor citizen； distressed；
Wounding itself to death； rise up and fall；
Beating her bulk； that his hand shakes withal。
This moves in him more rage and lesser pity；
To make the breach and enter this sweet city。
First like a trumpet doth his tongue begin
To sound a parley to his heartless foe；
Who o'er the white sheet peers her whiter chin；
The reason of this rash alarm to know；
Which he by dumb demeanour seeks to show；
But she with vehement prayers urgeth still
Under what colour he commits this ill。
Thus he replies： 'The colour in thy face；
That even for anger makes the lily pale
And the red rose blush at her own disgrace；
Shall plead for me and tell my loving tale。
Under that colour am I come to scale
Thy never…conquered fort。 The fault is thine；
For those thine eyes betray thee unto mine。
'Thus I forestall thee； if thou mean to chide：
Thy beauty hath ensnared thee to this night；
Where thou with patience must my will abide；
My will that marks thee for my earth's delight；
Which I to conquer sought with all my might；
But as reproof and reason beat it dead；
By thy bright beauty was it newly bred。
'I see what crosses my attempt will bring；
I know what thorns the growing rose defends；
I think the honey guarded with a sting；
All this beforehand counsel comprehends。
But will is deaf and hears no heedful friends；
Only he hath an eye to gaze on beauty；
And dotes on what he looks； 'gainst law or duty。
'I have debated； even in my soul；
What wrong； what shame； what sorrow I shall breed；
But nothing can affection's course control；
Or stop the headlong fury of his speed。
I know repentant tears ensue the deed；
Reproach； disdain and deadly enmity；
Yet strive I to embrace mine infamy。'
This said； he shakes aloft his Roman blade；
Which； like a falcon tow'ring in the skies；
Coucheth the fowl below with his wings' shade；
Whose crooked beak threats if he mount he dies。
So under his insulting falchion lies
Harmless Lucretia； marking what he tells
With trembling fear； as fowl hear falcons' bells。
'Lucrece；' quoth he； 'this night I must enjoy thee。
If thou deny； then force must work my way；
For in thy bed I purpose to destroy thee；
That done； some worthless slave of thine I'll slay；
To kill thine honour with thy life's decay；
And in thy dead arms do I mean to place him；
Swearing I slew him； seeing thee embrace him。
'So thy surviving husband shall remain
The scornful mark of every open eye；
Thy kinsmen hang their heads at this disdain；
Thy issue blurred with nameless bastardy；
And thou； the author of their obloquy；
Shalt have thy trespass cited up in rhymes
And sung by children in succeeding times。
'But if thou yield； I rest thy secret friend：
The fault unknown is as a thought unacted；
〃A little harm done to a great good end
For lawful policy remains enacted。
〃The poisonous simple sometime is compacted
In a pure compound； being so applied；
His venom in effect is purified。
'Then； for thy husband and thy children's sake；
Tender my suit； bequeath not to their lot
The shame that from them no device can take；
The blemish that will never be forgot；
Worse than a slavish wipe or birth…hour's blot；
For marks descried in men's nativity
Are nature's faults； not their own infamy。'
Here with a cockatrice' dead…killing eye
He rouseth up himself； and makes a pause；
While she； the picture of pure piety；
Like a white hind under the gripe's sharp claws；
Pleads in a wilderness where are no laws
To the rough beast that knows no gentle right；
Nor aught obeys but his foul appetite。
But when a black…faced cloud the world doth threat；
In his dim mist th' aspiring mountains hiding；
From earth's dark womb some gentle gust doth get；
Which blows these pitchy vapours from their biding；
Hind'ring their present fall by this dividing；
So his unhallowed haste her words delays；
And moody Pluto winks while Orpheus plays。
Yet； foul night…waking cat； he doth but dally；
While in his hold…fast foot the weak mouse panteth；
Her sad behaviour feeds his vulture folly；
A swallowing gulf that even in plenty wanteth；
His ear her prayers admits； but his heart granteth
No penetrable entrance to her plaining。
〃Tears harden lust； though marble wear with raining。
Her pity…pleading eyes are sadly fixed
In the remorseless wrinkles of his face；
Her modest eloquence with sighs is mixed；
Which to her oratory adds more grace。
She puts the period often from his place；
And midst the sentence so her accent breaks
That twice she doth begin ere once she speaks。
She conjures him by high almighty Jove；
By knighthood； gentry； and sweet friendship's oath；
By her untimely tears； her husband's love；
By holy human law and common troth；
By heaven and earth； and all the power of both；
That to his borrowed bed he make retire；
And stoop to honour； not to foul desire。
Quoth she： 'Reward not hospitality
With such black payment as thou hast pretended；
Mud not the fountain that gave drink to thee；
Mar not the thing that cannot be amended；
End thy ill aim before thy shoot be ended。
He is no woodman that doth bend his bow
To strike a poor unseasonable doe。
'My husband is thy friend…for his sake spare me；
Thyself art mighty…for thine own sake leave me；
Myself a weakling…do not then ensnare me；
Thou look'st not like deceit…do not deceive me。
My sighs like whirlwinds labour hence to heave thee。
If ever man were moved with woman's moans；
Be moved with my tears； my sighs； my groans；
'All which together； like a troubled ocean；
Beat at thy rocky and wrack…threat'ning heart；
To soften it with their continual motion；
For stones dissolved to water do convert。
O； if no harder than a stone thou art；
Melt at my tears； and be compassionate！
Soft pity enters at an iron gate。
'In Tarquin's likeness I did entertain thee；
Hast thou put on his shape to do him shame？
To all the host of heaven I complain me
Thou wrong'st his honour； wound'st his princely name。
Thou art not what thou seem'st； and if the same；
Thou seem'st not what thou art； a god； a king；
For kings； like gods should govern every thing。
'How will thy shame be seeded in thine age；
When thus thy vices bud before thy spring？
If in thy hope thou dar'st do such outrage；
What dar'st thou not when once thou art a king？
O； be rememb'red； no outrageous thing
From vassal actors can be wiped away；
Then kings' misdeeds cannot be hid in clay。
'This deed will make thee only loved for fear；
But happy monarchs still are feared for love；
With foul offenders thou perforce must bear；
When they in thee the like offences prove。
If but for fear of this； thy will remove；
For princes are the glass； the school； the book；
Where subjects' eyes do learn； do read； do look。
'And wilt thou be the school where Lust shall learn？
Must he in thee read lectures of such shame？
Wilt thou be glass wherein it shall discern
Authority for sin； warrant for blame；
To privilege dishonour in thy name？
Thou back'st reproach against long…liv
