chastelard(蔡斯特拉德)-第2章
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MARY BEATON。 Good morrow； sir。
CHASTELARD。 Good morrow； noble lady。
MARY CARMICHAEL。 You have heard no news？ what news？
CHASTELARD。 Nay； I have none。 That maiden…tongued male…faced
Elizabeth Hath eyes unlike our queen's； hair not so soft； And lips no kiss
of love's could bring to flower In such red wise as our queen's； save this
news； I know none English。
MARY SEYTON。 Come； no news of her； For God's love talk still
rather of our queen。
MARY BEATON。 God give us grace then to speak well of her。 You
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Algernon Charles Swinburne； _Chastelard； a tragedy_ 。 Boston： E。P。 Dutton； 1866。
did right joyfully in our masque last night' I saw you when the queen lost
breath （her head Bent back； her chin and lips catching the air… A goodly
thing to see her） how you smiled Across her head； between your lips…no
doubt You had great joy； sir。 Did you not take note Once how one lock fell？
that was good to see。
CHASTELARD。 Yea； good enough to live for。
MARY BEATON。 Nay； but sweet Enough to die。 When she broke off
the dance； Turning round short and soft…I never saw Such supple ways of
walking as she has。
CHASTLELARD。 Why do you praise her gracious looks to me？
MARY BEATON。 Sir； for mere sport： but tell me even for love How
much you love her。
CHASTELARD。 I know not： it may be If I had set mine eyes to find
that out； I should not know it。 She hath fair eyes： may be I love her for
sweet eyes or brows or hair； For the smooth temples； where God touching
her Made blue with sweeter veins the flower…sweet white Or for the tender
turning of her wrist； Or marriage of the eyelid with the cheek； I cannot tell；
or flush of lifting throat； I know not if the color get a name This side of
heaven…no man knows； or her mouth； A flower's lip with a snake's lip；
stinging sweet； And sweet to sting with： face that one would see And then
fall blind and die with sight of it Held fast between the eyelids…oh； all
these And all her body and the soul to that； The speech and shape and hand
and foot and heart That I would die of…yea； her name that turns My face to
fire being written…I know no whit How much I love them。
MARY BEATON。 Nor how she loves you back？
CHASTELARD。 I know her ways of loving； all of them： A sweet soft
way the first is； afterward It burns and bites like fire； the end of that；
Charred dust； and eyelids bitten through with smoke。
MARY BEATON。 What has she done for you to gird at her？
CHASTELARD。 Nothing。 You do not greatly love her； you； Who do
not…gird； you call it。 I am bound to France； Shall I take word from you to
any one？ So it be harmless； not a gird； I will。
MARY BEATON。 I doubt you will not go hence with your life。
CHASTELARD。 Why； who should slay me？ No man northwards born；
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In my poor mind； my sword's lip is no maid's To fear the iron biting of
their own； Though they kiss hard for hate's sake。
MARY BEATON。 Lo you； sir； How sharp he whispers； what close
breath and eyes… And here are fast upon him； do you see？
CHASTELARD。 Well； which of these must take my life in hand？ Pray
God it be the better： nay； which hand？
MARY BEATON。 I think； none such。 The man is goodly made； She is
tender…hearted toward his courtesies； And would not have them fall too
low to find。 Look； they slip forth。
＇Exeunt DARNLEY and MARY HAMILTON。＇
MARY SEYTON。 For love's sake； after them； And soft as love can。
＇Exeunt MARY CARMICHAEL and MARY SEYTON。＇
CHASTELARD。 True； a goodly man。 What shapeliness and state he
hath； what eyes； Brave brow and lordly lip！ Were it not fit Great queens
should love him？
MARY BEATON。 See how now； fair lord； I have but scant breath's
time to help myself； And I must cast my heart out on a chance； So bear
with me。 That we twain have loved well； I have no heart nor wit to say；
God wot We had never made good lovers； you and I。 Look you； I would
not have you love me； sir； For all the love's sake in the world。 I say； You
love the queen； and loving burns you up； And mars the grace and joyous
wit you had； Turning your speech to sad； your face to strange； Your mirth
to nothing： and I am piteous； I； Even as the queen is； and such women are；
And if I helped you to your love…longing； Meseems some grain of love
might fall my way And love's god help me when I came to love； I have
read tales of men that won their loves On some such wise。
CHASTELARD。 If you mean mercifully； I am bound to you past
thought and thank； if worse I will but thank your lips and not your heart。
MARY BEATON。 Nay； let love wait and praise me； in God's name；
Some day when he shall find me； yet； God wot； My lips are of one color
with my heart。 Withdraw now from me； and about midnight In some close
chamber without light or noise It may be I shall get you speech of her： She
loves you well： it may be she will speak； I wot not what； she loves you at
her heart。 Let her not see that I have given you word； Lest she take shame
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and hate her love。 Till night Let her not see it。
CHASTLELARD。 I will not thank you now； And then I'll die what sort
of death you will。 Farewell。
＇Exit。＇
MARY BEATON。 And by God's mercy and my love's I will find ways
to earn such thank of you。
＇Exit。＇
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Algernon Charles Swinburne； _Chastelard； a tragedy_ 。 Boston： E。P。 Dutton； 1866。
SCENE II。 …A Hall in the same。
The QUEEN； DARNLEY； MURRAY； RANDOLPH； the MARIES；
CHASTELARD； &c。
QUEEN。 Hath no man seen my lord of Chastelard？ Nay； no great
matter。 Keep you on that side： Begin the purpose。
MARY CARMICHAEL。 Madam； he is here。
QUEEN。 Begin a measure now that other side。 I will not dance； let
them play soft a little。 Fair sir； we had a dance to tread to…night； To teach
our north folk all sweet ways of France； But at this time we have no heart
to it。 Sit； sir； and talk。 Look； this breast…clasp is new； The French king sent
it me。
CHASTELARD。 A goodly thing： But what device？ the word is ill to
catch。
QUEEN。 A Venus crowned； that eats the hearts of men： Below her flies
a love with a bat's wings； And strings the hair of paramours to bind Live
birds' feet with。 Lo what small subtle work： The smith's name； Gian
Grisostomo dawhat？ Can you read that？ The sea froths underfoot； She
stands upon the sea and it curls up In soft loose curls that run to one in the
wind。 But her hair is not shaken； there 's a fault； It lies straight down in
close…cut points and tongues； Not like blown hair。 The legend is writ small：
Still one makes out this…Cave*if you look。
CHASTELARD。 I see the Venus well enough； God wot； But nothing
of the legend。
QUEEN。 Come； fair lord； Shall we dance now？ My heart is good
again。
＇They dance a measure。＇
DARNLEY。 I do not like this manner of a dance； This game of two by
two； it were much better To meet between the changes and to mix Than
still to keep apart and whispering Each lady out of earshot with her friend。
MARY BEATON。 That 's as the lady serves her knight； I think： We are
broken up too much。
DARNLEY。 Nay； no such thing； Be not wroth； lady； I wot it was the
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Algernon Charles Swinburne； _Chastelard； a tragedy_ 。 Boston： E。P。 Dutton； 1866。
queen Pricked each his friend out。 Look you nowyour ear If love had
gone by choosinghow they laugh； Lean lips together； and wring hands
underhand！ What； you look white too； sick of heart； ashamed； No marvel
for men call ithark you though
＇They pass。＇
MURRAY。 Was the queen found no merrier in France？
MARY HAMILTON。 Why； have you seen her sorrowful to…night？
MURRAY。 I say not so much； blithe she seems at whiles； Gentle and
goodly doubtless in all ways； But hardly with such lightness and quick
heart As it was said。
MARY HAMILTON。 'Tis your great care of her Makes you misdoubt；
nought else。
MURRAY。 Yea； may be so； She has no cause I know to sadden her。
＇They pass。＇
QUEEN。 I am tired too soon； I could have danced down hours Two
years gone hence and felt no wearier。 One grows much older northwards；
my fair lord； I wonder men die south； meseems all France Smells sweet
with living； and bright breath of days That keep men far from dying。 Peace；
pray you now； No dancing more。 Sing； sweet； and make us mirth； We have
done with dancing measures： sing that song You call the song of love at
ebb。
MARY BEATON。
＇Sings。＇
1。 Between the sunset and the sea My love laid hands and lips on me；
Of sweet came sour； of day came night； Of long desire came brief delight：
Ah love； and what thing came of thee Between the sea…downs and the sea？
2。 Between the sea…mark and the sea Joy grew to grief； grief grew to
me； Love turned to tears； and tears to fire； And dead delight to new desire；
Love's talk； love's touch there seemed to be Between the sea…sand and the
sea。
3。 Between the sundown and the sea Love watched one hour of love
with me； Then down the all…golden water…ways His feet flew after
yesterday's； I saw them come and saw them flee Between the sea…foam
and the sea。
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4。 Between the sea…strand and the sea Love fell on sleep； sleep fell on
me； The first star saw twain turn to one Between the moonrise and the sun；
The next； that saw not love； saw me Between the sea…banks and the sea。
QUEEN。 Lo； sirs； What mirth is here！ Some song of yours； fair lord；
You know glad ways of rhymingno such tunes As go to tears。
CHASTELARD。 I made this yesterday； For its love's sake I pray you
let it live。
1。 Apres tant de jours； apres tant de pleurs；
