chastelard(蔡斯特拉德)-第9节
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has wrung mine eyes to tears For pure delight in you。 Why do you thus？
You answer not； but your lips curl in twain And your face moves； there； I
shall make you weep And be a coward too； it were much best I should be
slain。
QUEEN。 Yea； best such folk were slain； Why should they live to cozen
fools with lies？ You would swear now you have used me faithfully； Shall I
not make you swear？ I am ware of you： You will not do it； nay； for the fear
of God You will not swear。 Come； I am merciful； God made a foolish
woman； making me； And I have loved your mistress with whole heart； Say
you do love her； you shall marry her And she give thanks： yet I could wish
your love Had not so lightly chosen forth a face； For your fair sake；
because I hate you not。
CHASTELARD。 What is to say？ why； you do surely know That since
my days were counted for a man's I have loved you； yea； how past all help
and sense； Whatever thing was bitter to my love； I have loved you； how
when I rode in war Your face went floated in among men's helms； Your
voice went through the shriek of slipping swords； Yea； and I never have
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loved women well； Seeing always in my sight I had your lips Curled over；
red and sweet； and the soft space Of carven brows； and splendor of great
throat Swayed lily…wise； what pleasure should one have To wind his arms
about a lesser love？ I have seen you； why； this were joy enough For God's
eyes up in heaven； only to see And to come never nearer than I am。 Why； it
was in my flesh； my bone and blood； Bound in my brain； to love you； yea；
and writ All my heart over： if I would lie to you I doubt I could not lie。 Ah；
you see now； You know now well enough； yea； there； sweet love； Let me
kiss there。
QUEEN。 I love you best of them。 Clasp me quite round till your lips
cleave on mine； False mine； that did you wrong。 Forgive them dearly As
you are sweet to them； for by love's love I am not that evil woman in my
heart That laughs at a rent faith。 O Chastelard； Since this was broken to me
of your new love I have not seen the face of a sweet hour。 Nay； if there be
no pardon in a man； What shall a woman have for loving him？ Pardon me；
sweet。
CHASTELARD。 Yea； so I pardon you； And this side now； the first
way。 Would God please To slay me so！ who knows how he might please？
Now I am thinking； if you know it not； How I might kill you； kiss your
breath clean out； And take your soul to bring mine through to God； That
our two souls might close and be one twain Or a twain one； and God
himself want skill To set us either severally apart。 O； you must overlive me
many years。 And many years my soul be in waste hell； But when some
time God can no more refrain To lay death like a kiss across your lips； And
great lords bear you clothed with funeral things； And your crown girded
over deadly brows； Then after you shall touch me with your eyes；
Remembering love was fellow with my flesh Here in sweet earth； and
make me well of love And heal my many years with piteousness。
QUEEN。 You talk too sadly and too feignedly。
CHASTELARD。 Too sad； but not too feigned； I am sad That I shall die
here without feigning thus； And without feigning I were fain to live。
QUEEN。 Alas； you will be taken presently And then you are but dead。
Pray you get hence。
CHASTELARD。 I will not。
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QUEEN。 Nay； for God's love be away； You will be slain and I get
shame。 God's mercy！ You were stark mad to come here； kiss me； sweet。
Oh； I do love you more than all men！ yea； Take my lips to you； close mine
eyes up fast； So you leave hold a little； there； for pity； Abide now； and to…
morrow come to me。 Nay； lest one see red kisses in my throat… Dear God！
what shall I give you to be gone？
CHASTELARD。 I will not go。 Look； here's full night grown up； Why
should I seek to sleep away from here？ The place is soft and the lights
burn for sleep； Be not you moved； I shall lie well enough。
QUEEN。 You are utterly undone。 Sweet； by my life； You shall be
saved with taking ship at once。 For if you stay this foolish love's hour out
There is not ten days' likely life in you。 This is no choice。
CHASTELARD。 Nay； for I will not go。
QUEEN。 O me！ this is that Bayard's blood of yours That makes you
mad； yea； and you shall not stay。 I do not understand。 Mind； you must die。
Alas； poor lord； you have no sense of me； I shall be deadly to you。
CHASTELARD。 Yea； I saw that； But I saw not that when my death's
day came You could be quite so sweet to me。
QUEEN。 My love！ If I could kiss my heart's root out on you You
would taste love hid at the core of me。
CHASTELARD。 Kiss me twice more。 This beautiful bowed head That
has such hair with kissing ripples in And shivering soft eyelashes and
brows With fluttered blood！ but laugh a little； sweetly； That I may see your
sad mouth's laughing look I have used sweet hours in seeing。 O； will you
weep？ I pray you do not weep。
QUEEN。 Nay； dear； I have No tears in me； I never shall weep much； I
think； in all my life； I have wept for wrath Sometimes and for mere pain；
but for love's pity I cannot weep at all。 I would to God You loved me less；
I give you all I can For all this love of yours； and yet I am sure I shall live
out the sorrow of your death And be glad afterwards。 You know I am sorry。
I should weep now； forgive me for your part； God made me hard； I think。
Alas； you see I had fain been other than I am。
CHASTELARD。 Yea； love。 Comfort your heart。 What way am I do
die？
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QUEEN。 Ah； will you go yet； sweet？
CHASTELARD。 No； by God's body。 You will not see？ how shall I
make you see？ Look； it may be love was a sort of curse Made for my
plague and mixed up with my days Somewise in their beginning； or indeed
A bitter birth begotten of sad stars At mine own body's birth； that heaven
might make My life taste sharp where other men drank sweet； But whether
in heavy body or broken soul； I know it must go on to be my death。 There
was the matter of my fate in me When I was fashioned first； and given
such life As goes with a sad end； no fault but God's。 Yea； and for all this I
am not penitent： You see I am perfect in these sins of mine； I have my sins
writ in a book to read； Now I shall die and be well done with this。 But I
am sure you cannot see such things； God knows I blame you not。
QUEEN。 What shall be said？ You know most well that I am sorrowful。
But you should chide me。 Sweet； you have seen fair wars； Have seen men
slain and ridden red in them； Why will you die a chamberer's death like
this？ What； shall no praise be written of my knight； For my fame's sake？
CHASTELARD。 Nay； no great praise； I think； I will no more； what
should I do with death； Though I died goodly out of sight of you？ I have
gone once： here am I set now； sweet； Till the end come。 That is your
husband； hark； He knocks at the outer door。 Kiss me just once。 You know
now all you have to say。 Nay； love； Let him come quickly。
＇Enter DARNLEY； and afterwards the MARIES。＇
DARNLEY。 Yea； what thing is here？ Ay； this was what the doors shut
fast upon… Ay； trust you to be fast at prayer； my sweet？ By God I have a
mind…
CHASTELARD。 What mind then； sir？ A liar's lewd mind； to coin sins
for jest； Because you take me in such wise as this？ Look you； I have to die
soon； and I swear； That am no liar but a free knight and lord； I shall die
clear of any sin to you； Save that I came for no good will of mine； I am no
carle； I play fair games with faith； And by mine honor for my sake I swear
I say but truth； for no man's sake save mine； Lest I die shamed。 Madam； I
pray you say I am no liar； you know me what I am； A sinful man and
shortly to be slain； That in a simple insolence of love Have stained with a
fool's eyes your holy hours And with a fool's words put your pity out；
