the lady of lyons-第5节
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as if custom had made thee disdain greatness。
Mel。 Nay； dearest； nay； if thou wouldst have me paint The home to which；
could love fulfil its prayers； This hand would lead thee； listen！*
A deep vale
（* The reader will observe that Melnotte evades the request of Pauline。
He proceeds to describe a home； which be does not say he possesses；
but to which he would lead her； 〃could Love fulfil its prayers。〃
This caution is intended as a reply to a sagacious critic who censures
the description； because it is not an exact and prosaic inventory
of the characteristics of the Lake of Como！When Melnotte；
for instance； talks of birds 〃that syllable the name of Pauline〃
（by the way； a literal translation from an Italian poet）； he is not
thinking of ornithology； but probably of the Arabian Nights。 He is
venting the extravagant； but natural； enthusiasm of the poet
and the lover。）
Shut out by Alphine hills from the rude world；
Near a clear lake； margin'd by fruits of gold
And whispering myrtles； glassing softest skies；
As cloudless； save with rare and roseate shadows；
As I would have thy fate！
Pauline。 My own dear love！
Mel。 A palace lifting to eternal summer
Its marble walls； from out a glossy bower
Of coolest foliage musical with birds；
Whose songs should syllable thy name！ At noon
We'd sit beneath the arching vines； and wonder
Why Earth could be unhappy； while the Heavens
Still left us youth and love！ We'd have no friends
That were not lovers； no ambition； save
To excel them all in love； we'd read no books
That were not tales of lovethat we might smile
To think how poorly eloquence of words
Translates the poetry of hearts like ours！
And when night came； amidst the breathless Heavens
We'd guess what star should be our home when love
Becomes immortal； while the perfumed light
Stole through the mists of alabaster lamps；
And every air was heavy with the sighs
Of orange…groves and music from sweet lutes；
And murmurs of low fountains that gush forth
I' the midst of roses！Dost thou like the picture？
Pauline。 Oh； as the bee upon the flower； I hang
Upon the honey of thy eloquent tongue！
Am I not blest？ And if I love too wildly；
Who would not love thee like Pauline？
Mel。 ＇bitterly。＇ Oh； false one！
It is the prince thou lovest； not the man
If in the stead of luxury； pomp； and power；
I had painted poverty； and toil； and care；
Thou hadst found no honey on my tongue；Pauline；
That is not love！
Pauline。 Thou wrong'st me； cruel Prince！
At first； in truth； I might not have been won；
Save through the weakness of a flatter'd pride；
But now；oh！ trust me；couldst thou fall from power
And sink
Mel。 As low as that poor gardener's son
Who dared to lift his eyes to thee？
Pauline。 Even then；
Methinks thou wouldst be only made more dear
By the sweet thought that I could prove how deep
Is woman's love！ We are like the insects； caught
By the poor glittering of a garish flame；
But； oh； the wings once scorch'd； the brightest star
Lures us no more； and by the fatal light
We cling till death！
Mel。 Angel！ ＇Aside。＇ O conscience！ conscience！
It must not be； her love hath grown a torture
Worse than her hate。 I will at once to Beauseant；
Andha！ he comes。 Sweet love； one moment leave me。
I have business with these gentlemenII
Will forwith join you。
Pauline。 Do not tarry long！ ＇Exit。
Enter BEAUSEANT and GLAVIS。
Mel。 Release me from my oath；I will not marry her！
Beau Then thou art perjured。
Mel。 No； I was not in my senses when I swore to thee to marry her！
I was blind to all but her scorn！deaf to all but my passion
and my rage！ Give me back my poverty and my honor！
Beau。 It is too late；you must marry her！ and this day。
I have a story already coined； and sure to pass current。
This Damas suspects thee；he will set the police to work！
thou wilt be detectedPauline will despise and execrate thee。
Thou wilt be sent to the common gaol as a swindler。
Mel。 Fiend！
Beau。 And in the heat of the girl's resentment （you know of what
resentment is capable） and the parents' shame； she will be induced
to marry the first that offerseven perhaps your humble servant。
Mel。 You！ No； that were worsefor thou hast no mercy！
I will marry her。I will keep my oath。 Quick； then； with the damnable
invention thou art hatching；quick； if thou wouldst not have me
strangle thee or myself。
Gla。 What a tiger！ Too fierce for a prince； he ought to have been
the Grand Turk。
Beau。 EnoughI will dispatch； be prepared。
＇Exeunt BEAUSEANT and GLAVIS。
Enter DAMAS with two swords。
Damas。 Now； then； sir； the ladies are no longer your excuse。
I have brought you a couple of dictionaries； let us see if your
highness can find out the Latin for bilbo。
Mel。 Away； sir！ I am in no humor for jesting。 Damas。 I see you
understand something of the grammar； you decline the non…substantive
〃small…swords〃 with great ease； but that won't doyou must take
a lesson in parsing。
Mel。 Fool！ Damas。 Sir； as sons take after their mother；
so the man who calls me a fool insults the lady who bore me；
there's no escape for youfight you shall； or
Mel。 Oh； enough！ enough！take your ground。
They fight； DAMAS is disarmed。 MELNOTTE takes up the sword and returns
it to DAMAS respectfully。 A just punishment to the brave soldier
who robs the state of its best propertythe sole right to his valor
and his life。
Damas。 Sir； you fence exceedingly well； you must be a man of honor
I don't care a jot whether you are a prince； but a man who has
carte and tierce at his fingers' ends must be a gentleman。
Mel。 ＇aside。＇ Gentleman！ Ay； I was a gentleman before I
turned conspirator； for honest men are the gentlemen
of Nature！ Colonel； they tell me you rose from the ranks。
Damas。 I did。
Mel。 And in two years！
Damas。 It is true； that's no wonder in our army at present。
Why the oldest general in the service is scarcely thirty； and we
have some of two…and…twenty。
Mel。 Two…and…twenty！
Damas。 Yes； in the French army； now a days； promotion is not a matter
of purchase。 We are all heroes； because we may。 be all generals。
We have no fear of the cypress； because we may all hope for the laurel。
Mel。 A general at two…and…twenty！ ＇turning away＇Sir； I may ask
you a favor one of these days。
Damas。 Sir； I shall be proud to grant it。 It is astonishing how much
I like a man after I've fought with him。 ＇Hides the swords。
Enter MADAME DESCHAPPELLES and BEAUSEANT。
Mme。 Deschap。 Oh； prince；prince！What do I hear？ You must fly
you must quit us！
Mel。 I！
Beau。 Yes； prince： read this letter； just received from my friend
at Paris； one of the Directory； they suspect you of designs
against the Republic： they are very suspicious of princes；
and your family take。part with the Austrians。 Knowing that I
introduced your highness at Lyons； my friend writes to me to say
that you must quit the town immediately； or you will be arrested；
thrown into prison； perhaps guillotined！ Fly！I will order horses
to your carriage instantly。 Fly to Marsailles； there you can take
ship to Leghorn。
Mme。 Deschap。 And what's to become of Pauline？ Am I not to be
mother to a princess； after all？
Enter PAULINE and MONSIEUR DESCHAPPELLES。
Pauline ＇throwing herself into MELNOTTE's arms。＇ You must
leave us！Leave Pauline！
Beau。 Not a moment is to be wasted。
M。 Deschap。 I will go to the magistrates and inquire
Beau。 Then he is lost； the magistrates； hearing he is suspected；
will order his arrest。
Mme。 Deschap。 And I shall not be a princess…dowager！
Beau。 Why not？ There is only one thing to be done：send for the priest
let the marriage take place at once； and the prince carry home a bride？
Mel。 Impossible！＇Aside。＇ Villain。
Mme。 Deschap。 What； lose my child？
Beau。 And gain a princess！
Mme Deschap。 Oh； Monsieur Beauseant； you are so very kind； it must
be so；we ought not to be selfish； my daughter's happiness at stake。
She will go away； too； in a carriage and six！
Pauline。 Thou art here still；I cannot part from my heart will break。
Mel。 But thou wilt not consent to this hasty union？thou wilt
not wed an outcasta fugitive？
Pauline。 Ah！ if thou art in danger； who should share it but Pauline？
Mel。 ＇aside＇。 Distraction！If the earth could swallow me！
M。 Deschap。 Gently！ gently！ The settlementsthe contracts
my daughter's dowry！
Mel。 The dowry！I am not base enough for that； no； not one farthing！
Beau。 ＇to MADAM＇。 Noble fellow！Really your good husband
is too mercantile in these matters。 Monsieur Deschappelles；
you hear his highness： we can arrange the settlements by proxy；
'tis the way with people of quality。
M。 Deschap。 But
Mme。 Deschap。 Ho
