cymbeline(辛白林)-第15章
按键盘上方向键 ← 或 → 可快速上下翻页，按键盘上的 Enter 键可回到本书目录页，按键盘上方向键 ↑ 可回到本页顶部！
————未阅读完？加入书签已便下次继续阅读！
slaughter is Here made by th' Roman； great the answer be Britons must
take。 For me； my ransom's death； On either side I come to spend my
breath； Which neither here I'll keep nor bear again； But end it by some
means for Imogen。
Enter two BRITISH CAPTAINS and soldiers
FIRST CAPTAIN。 Great Jupiter be prais'd！ Lucius is taken。 'Tis
thought the old man and his sons were angels。 SECOND CAPTAIN。 There
was a fourth man； in a silly habit； That gave th' affront with them。 FIRST
CAPTAIN。 So 'tis reported； But none of 'em can be found。 Stand！ who's
there？ POSTHUMUS。 A Roman； Who had not now been drooping here if
seconds Had answer'd him。 SECOND CAPTAIN。 Lay hands on him； a
dog！ A leg of Rome shall not return to tell What crows have peck'd them
here。 He brags his service； As if he were of note。 Bring him to th' King。
74
… Page 75…
CYMBELINE
Enter CYMBELINE； BELARIUS； GUIDERIUS； ARVIRAGUS；
PISANIO； and Roman captives。 The CAPTAINS present POSTHUMUS
to CYMBELINE； who delivers him over to a gaoler。 Exeunt omnes
75
… Page 76…
CYMBELINE
SCENE IV。 Britain。 A prison
Enter POSTHUMUS and two GAOLERS
FIRST GAOLER。 You shall not now be stol'n； you have locks upon
you； So graze as you find pasture。 SECOND GAOLER。 Ay； or a stomach。
Exeunt GAOLERS POSTHUMUS。 Most welcome； bondage！ for thou art
a way； I think； to liberty。 Yet am I better Than one that's sick o' th' gout；
since he had rather Groan so in perpetuity than be cur'd By th' sure
physician death； who is the key T' unbar these locks。 My conscience； thou
art fetter'd More than my shanks and wrists； you good gods； give me The
penitent instrument to pick that bolt； Then； free for ever！ Is't enough I am
sorry？ So children temporal fathers do appease； Gods are more full of
mercy。 Must I repent； I cannot do it better than in gyves； Desir'd more than
constrain'd。 To satisfy； If of my freedom 'tis the main part； take No stricter
render of me than my all。 I know you are more clement than vile men；
Who of their broken debtors take a third； A sixth； a tenth； letting them
thrive again On their abatement； that's not my desire。 For Imogen's dear
life take mine； and though 'Tis not so dear； yet 'tis a life； you coin'd it。
'Tween man and man they weigh not every stamp； Though light； take
pieces for the figure's sake； You rather mine； being yours。 And so； great
pow'rs； If you will take this audit； take this life； And cancel these cold
bonds。 O Imogen！ I'll speak to thee in silence。 ＇Sleeps＇
Solemn music。 Enter； as in an apparition； SICILIUS LEONATUS；
father to POSTHUMUS； an old man attired like a warrior； leading in his
hand an ancient matron； his WIFE； and mother to POSTHUMUS； with
music before them。 Then； after other music； follows the two young
LEONATI； brothers to POSTHUMUS； with wounds； as they died in the
wars。 They circle POSTHUMUS round as he lies sleeping
SICILIUS。 No more； thou thunder…master； show Thy spite on mortal
flies。 With Mars fall out； with Juno chide； That thy adulteries Rates and
revenges。 Hath my poor boy done aught but well； Whose face I never saw？
I died whilst in the womb he stay'd Attending nature's law； Whose father
then； as men report Thou orphans' father art； Thou shouldst have been； and
shielded him From this earth…vexing smart。
76
… Page 77…
CYMBELINE
MOTHER。 Lucina lent not me her aid； But took me in my throes；
That from me was Posthumus ripp'd； Came crying 'mongst his foes； A
thing of pity。
SICILIUS。 Great Nature like his ancestry Moulded the stuff so fair
That he deserv'd the praise o' th' world As great Sicilius' heir。
FIRST BROTHER。 When once he was mature for man； In Britain
where was he That could stand up his parallel； Or fruitful object be In eye
of Imogen； that best Could deem his dignity？
MOTHER。 With marriage wherefore was he mock'd； To be exil'd and
thrown From Leonati seat and cast From her his dearest one； Sweet
Imogen？
SICILIUS。 Why did you suffer Iachimo； Slight thing of Italy； To taint
his nobler heart and brain With needless jealousy； And to become the geck
and scorn O' th' other's villainy？
SECOND BROTHER。 For this from stiller seats we came； Our
parents and us twain； That； striking in our country's cause； Fell bravely
and were slain； Our fealty and Tenantius' right With honour to maintain。
FIRST BROTHER。 Like hardiment Posthumus hath To Cymbeline
perform'd。 Then； Jupiter； thou king of gods； Why hast thou thus adjourn'd
The graces for his merits due； Being all to dolours turn'd？
SICILIUS。 Thy crystal window ope； look out； No longer exercise
Upon a valiant race thy harsh And potent injuries。
MOTHER。 Since； Jupiter； our son is good； Take off his miseries。
SICILIUS。 Peep through thy marble mansion。 Help！ Or we poor
ghosts will cry To th' shining synod of the rest Against thy deity。
BROTHERS。 Help； Jupiter！ or we appeal； And from thy justice fly。
JUPITER descends in thunder and lightning； sitting upon an eagle。
He throws a thunderbolt。 The GHOSTS fall on their knees
JUPITER。 No more； you petty spirits of region low； Offend our
hearing； hush！ How dare you ghosts Accuse the Thunderer whose bolt；
you know； Sky…planted； batters all rebelling coasts？ Poor shadows of
Elysium； hence and rest Upon your never…withering banks of flow'rs。 Be
not with mortal accidents opprest： No care of yours it is； you know 'tis
ours。 Whom best I love I cross； to make my gift； The more delay'd；
77
… Page 78…
CYMBELINE
delighted。 Be content； Your low…laid son our godhead will uplift； His
comforts thrive； his trials well are spent。 Our Jovial star reign'd at his birth；
and in Our temple was he married。 Rise and fade！ He shall be lord of Lady
Imogen； And happier much by his affliction made。 This tablet lay upon his
breast； wherein Our pleasure his full fortune doth confine； And so； away；
no farther with your din Express impatience； lest you stir up mine。 Mount；
eagle； to my palace crystalline。 ＇Ascends＇ SICILIUS。 He came in thunder；
his celestial breath Was sulpherous to smell； the holy eagle Stoop'd as to
foot us。 His ascension is More sweet than our blest fields。 His royal bird
Prunes the immortal wing； and cloys his beak； As when his god is pleas'd。
ALL。 Thanks； Jupiter！ SICILIUS。 The marble pavement closes； he is
enter'd His radiant roof。 Away！ and； to be blest； Let us with care perform
his great behest。 ＇GHOSTS vanish＇
POSTHUMUS。 ＇Waking＇ Sleep； thou has been a grandsire and begot
A father to me； and thou hast created A mother and two brothers。 But； O
scorn； Gone！ They went hence so soon as they were born。 And so I am
awake。 Poor wretches； that depend On greatness' favour； dream as I have
done； Wake and find nothing。 But； alas； I swerve； Many dream not to find；
neither deserve； And yet are steep'd in favours； so am I； That have this
golden chance； and know not why。 What fairies haunt this ground？ A book？
O rare one！ Be not； as is our fangled world； a garment Nobler than that it
covers。 Let thy effects So follow to be most unlike our courtiers； As good
as promise。
＇Reads＇ 'When as a lion's whelp shall； to himself unknown； without
seeking find； and be embrac'd by a piece of tender air； and when from a
stately cedar shall be lopp'd branches which； being dead many years； shall
after revive； be jointed to the old stock； and freshly grow； then shall
Posthumus end his miseries； Britain be fortunate and flourish in peace and
plenty。'
'Tis still a dream； or else such stuff as madmen Tongue； and brain not；
either both or nothing； Or senseless speaking； or a speaking such As sense
cannot untie。 Be what it is； The action of my life is like it； which I'll keep；
if but for sympathy。
Re…enter GAOLER
78
… Page 79…
CYMBELINE
GAOLER。 Come； sir； are you ready for death？ POSTHUMUS。 Over…
roasted rather； ready long ago。 GAOLER。 Hanging is the word； sir； if you
be ready for that； you are well cook'd。 POSTHUMUS。 So； if I prove a
good repast to the spectators； the dish pays the shot。 GAOLER。 A heavy
reckoning for you； sir。 But the comfort is； you shall be called to no more
payments； fear no more tavern bills； which are often the sadness of parting；
as the procuring of mirth。 You come in faint for want of meat； depart
reeling with too much drink； sorry that you have paid too much； and sorry
that you are paid too much； purse and brain both empty； the brain the
heavier for being too light； the purse too light； being drawn of heaviness。
O； of this contradiction you shall now be quit。 O； the charity of a penny
cord！ It sums up thousands in a trice。 You have no true debitor and creditor
but it； of what's past； is； and to come； the discharge。 Your neck； sir； is pen；
book； and counters； so the acquittance follows。 POSTHUMUS。 I am
merrier to die than thou art to live。 GAOLER。 Indeed； sir； he that sleeps
feels not the toothache。 But a man that were to sleep your sleep； and a
hangman to help him to bed； I think he would change places with his
officer； for look you； sir； you know not which way you shall go。
POSTHUMUS。 Yes indeed do I； fellow。 GAOLER。 Your death has eyes
in's head； then； I have not seen him so pictur'd。 You must either be directed
by some that take upon them to know； or
