chastelard(蔡斯特拉德)-第3章
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let it live。
1。 Apres tant de jours； apres tant de pleurs； Soyez secourable a mon
ame en peine。 Voyez comme Avril fait l'amour aux fleurs； Dame d'amour；
dame aux belles couleurs； Dieu vous a fait belle； Amour vous fait reine。
2。 Rions； je t'en prie； aimons； je le veux。 Le temps fuit et rit et ne
revient guere Pour baiser le bout de tes blonds cheveux； Pour baiser tes
cils； ta bouche et tes yeux； L'amour n'a qu'un jour aupres de sa mere。
QUEEN。 'T is a true song； love shall not pluck time back Nor time lie
down with love。 For me； I am old； Have you no hair changed since you
changed to Scot？ I look each day to see my face drawn up About the eyes；
as if they sucked the cheeks。 I think this air and face of things here north
Puts snow at flower…time in the blood； and tears Between the sad eyes and
the merry mouth In their youth…days。
CHASTELARD。 It is a bitter air。
QUEEN。 Faith； if I might be gone； sir； would I stay？ I think； for no
man's love's sake。
CHASTELARD。 I think not。
QUEEN。 Do you yet mind at landing how the quay Looked like a
blind wet face in waste of wind And washing of wan waves？ how the hard
mist Made the hills ache？ your songs lied loud； my knight； They said my
face would burn off cloud and rain Seen once； and fill the crannied land
with fire； Kindle the capes in their blind black…gray hoods I know not
what。 You praise me past all loves； And these men love me little； 't is some
fault； I think； to love me： even a fool's sweet fault。 I have your verse still
beating in my head Of how the swallow got a wing broken In the spring
time； and lay upon his side Watching the rest fly off i' the red leaf…time；
And broke his heart with grieving at himself Before the snow came。 Do
you know that lord With sharp…set eyes？ and him with huge thewed throat？
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Good friends to me； I had need love them well。 Why do you look one way？
I will not have you Keep your eyes here： 't is no great wit in me To care
much now for old French friends of mine。 Come； a fresh measure； come；
play well for me； Fair sirs； your playing puts life in foot and heart。
DARNLEY。 Lo you again； sirs； how she laughs and leans； Holding
him fastthe supple way she hath！ Your queen hath none such； better as
she is For all her measures； a grave English maid； Than queen of snakes
and Scots。
RANDOLPH。 She is over fair To be so sweet and hurt not。 A good
knight； Goodly to look on。
MURRAY。 Yea； a good sword too； And of good kin； too light of loving
though； These jangling song…smiths are keen love…mongers； They snap at
all meats。
DARNLEY。 What！ by God I think； For all his soft French face and
bright boy's sword； There be folks fairer： and for knightliness； These hot…
lipped brawls of Paris breed sweet knights Mere stabbers for a laugh
across the wine。
QUEEN。 There； I have danced you down for once； fair lord； You look
pale now。 Nay then for courtesy I must needs help you； do not bow your
head； I am tall enough to reach close under it。
＇Kisses him。＇
Now come； we'll sit and see this passage through。
DARNLEY。 A courtesy； God help us！ courtesy Pray God it wound
not where it should heal wounds。 Why； there was here last year some lord
of France （Priest on the wrong side as some folk are prince） Told tales of
Paris ladiesnay； by God； No jest for queen's lips to catch laughter of That
would keep clean； I wot he made good mirth； But she laughed over
sweetly； and in such wise But she laughed over sweetly； and in such
wise Nay； I laughed too； but lothly。
QUEEN。 How they look！ The least thing courteous galls them to the
bone。 What would one say now I were thinking of？
CHASTELARD。 It seems； some sweet thing。
QUEEN。 True； a sweet one； sir That madrigal you made Alys de
Saulx Of the three ways of love： the first kiss honor； The second pity； and
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the last kiss love。 Which think you now was that I kissed you with？
CHASTELARD。 It should be pity； if you be pitiful； For I am past all
honoring that keep Outside the eye of battle； where my kin Fallen overseas
have found this many a day No helm of mine between them； and for love；
I think of that as dead men of good days Ere the wrong side of death was
theirs； when God Was friends with them。
QUEEN。 Good； call it pity then。 You have a subtle riddling skill at
love Which is not like a lover。 For my part； I am resolved to be well done
with love； Though I were fairer…faced than all the world； As there be fairer。
Think you； fair my knight； Love shall live after life in any man？ I have
given you stuff for riddles。
CHASTELARD。 Most sweet queen； They say men dying remember；
with sharp joy And rapid reluctation of desire； Some old thin； some swift
breath of wind； some word； Some sword…stroke or dead lute…strain； some
lost sight； Some sea…blossom stripped to the sun and burned At naked ebb…
…some river…flower that breathes Against the stream like a swooned
swimmer's mouth Some tear or laugh ere lip and eye were man's Sweet
stings that struck the blood in ridingnay； Some garment or sky…color or
spice…smell； And die with heart and face shut fast on it； And know not why；
and weep not； it may be Men shall hold love fast always in such wise In
new fair lives where all are new things else； And know not why； and weep
not。
QUEEN。 A right rhyme； And right a thyme's worth： nay； a sweet song；
though。 What； shall my cousin hold fast that love of his； Her face and talk；
when life ends？ as God grant His life end late and sweet； I love him well。
She is fair enough； his lover； a fair…faced maid； With gray sweet eyes and
tender touch of talk； And that； God wot； I wist not。 See you； sir； Men say I
needs must get wed hastily； Do none point lips at him？
CHASTELARD。 Yea； guessingly。
QUEEN。 God help such lips！ and get me leave to laugh！ What should I
do but paint and put him up Like a gilt god； a saintship in a shrine； For all
fools' feast？ God's mercy on men's wits！ Tall as a housetop and as bare of
brain I'll have no staffs with fool…faced carven heads To hang my life on。
Nay； for love； no more； For fear I laugh and set their eyes on edge To find
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out why I laugh。 Good…night； fair lords； Bid them cease playing。 Give me
your hand； good…night。
SCENE III。MARY BEATON'S chamber： night。
＇Enter CHASTELARD。＇
CHASTELARD。 I am not certain yet she will not come； For I can feel
her hand's heat still in mine； Past doubting of； and see her brows half draw；
And half a light in the eyes。 If she come not； I am no worse than he that
dies to…night。 This two years' patience gets an end at least； Whichever way
I am well done with it。 How hard the thin sweet moon is； split and laced
And latticed over； just a stray of it Catching and clinging at a strip of wall；
Hardly a hand's breadth。 Did she turn indeed In going out？ not to catch up
her gown The page let slip； but to keep sight of me？ There was a soft small
stir beneath her eyes Hard to put on； a quivering of her blood That knew of
the old nights watched out wakefully。 Those measures of her dancing too
were changed More swift and with more eager stops at whiles And rapid
pauses where breath failed her lips。
＇Enter MARY BEATON。＇
O； she is come： if you be she indeed Let me but hold your hand； what；
no word yet？ You turn and kiss me without word； O sweet； If you will slay
me be not over quick； Kill me with some slow heavy kiss that plucks The
heart out at the lips。 Alas！ Sweet love； Give me some old sweet word to
kiss away。 Is it a jest？ for I can feel your hair Touch meI may embrace
your body too？ I know you well enough without sweet words。 How should
one make you speak？ This is not she。 Come in the light； nay； let me see
your eyes。 Ah； you it is？ what have I done to you？ And do you look now to
be slain for this That you twist back and shudder like one stabbed？
MARY BEATON。 Yea； kill me now and do not look at me： God knows
I meant to die。 Sir； for God's love； Kill me now quick ere I go mad with
shame。
CHASTELARD。 Cling not upon my wrists： let go the hilt： Nay； you
will bruise your hand with it： stand up： You shall not have my sword forth。
MARY BEATON。 Kill me now； I will not rise： there； I am patient； see；
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I will not strive； but kill me for God's sake。
CHASTELARD。 Pray you rise up and be not shaken so： Forgive me
my rash words； my heart was gone After the thing you were： be not
ashamed； Give me the shame； you have no part in it； Can I not say a word
shall do you good？ Forgive that too。
MARY BEATON。 I shall run crazed with shame； But when I felt your
lips catch hold on mine It stopped my breath： I would have told you all；
Let me go out： you see I lied to you； Am I am shamed； I pray you loose
me； sir； Let me go out。
CHASTELARD。 Think no base things of me： I were most base to let
you go ashamed。 Think my heart's love and honor go with you： Yea； while
I live； for your love's noble sake； I am your servant in what wise may be；
To love and serve you with right thankful heart。
MARY BEATON。 I have given men leave to mock me； and must bear
What shame they please： you have good cause to mock。 Let me pass now。
CHASTELARD。 You know I mock you not。 If ever I leave off to
honor you； God give me shame！ I were the worst churl born。
MARY BEATON。 No marvel though the queen should love you too；
Being such a knight。 I pray you for her love； Lord Chastelard； of your
great courtesy； Think now no scorn to give me my last kiss That I shall
have of man before I die。 Even the same lips you kissed and knew not of
Will you kiss now； knowing the shame of them； And say no one word to
me afterwards； That I may see I have loved the best lover And man most
courteous of all men al
