chastelard(蔡斯特拉德)-第17部分
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MARY CARMICHAEL。 Peace; for the people come。 AhMurray;
hooded over half his face With plucked…down hat; few folk about him;
eyes Like a man angered; Darnley after him; Holding our Hamilton above
her wrist; His mouth put near her hair to whisper with And she laughs
softly; looking at her feet。
MARY BEATON。 She will not live long; God hath given her Few days
and evil; full of hate and love; I see well now。
MARY CARMICHAEL。 Hark; there's their cryThe Queen! Fair life
and long; and good days to the Queen!
MARY BEATON。 Yea; but God knows。 I feel such patience here As I
were sure in a brief while to die。
MARY CARMICHAEL。 She bends and laughs a little; graciously; And
turns half; talking to I know not whom A big man with great shoulders;
ah; the face; You get his face nowwide and duskish; yea The youth burnt
out of it。 A goodly man; Thewed mightily and sunburnt to the bone;
Doubtless he was away in banishment; Or kept some march far off。
MARY BEATON。 Still you see nothing?
MARY CARMICHAEL。 Yea; now they bring him forth with a great
noise; The folk all shouting and men thrust about Each way from him。
MARY BEATON。 Ah; Lord God; bear with me; Help me to bear a
little with my love For thine own love; or give me some quick death。 Do
not come down; I shall get strength again; Only my breath fails。 Looks he
sad or blithe? Not sad I doubt yet。
MARY CARMICHAEL。 Nay; not sad a whit; But like a man who
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losing gold or lands Should lose a heavy sorrow; his face set; The eyes not
curious to the right or left; And reading in a book; his hands unbound;
With short fleet smiles。 The whole place catches breath; Looking at him;
she seems at point to speak: Now she lies back; and laughs; with her brows
drawn And her lips drawn too。 Now they read his crime I see the
laughter tightening her chin: Why do you bend your body and draw breath?
They will not slay him in her sight; I am sure She will not have him slain。
MARY BEATON。 Forth; and fear not: I was just praying to myself
one word; A prayer I have to say for her to God If he will mind it。
MARY CARMICHAEL。 Now he looks her side; Something he says; if
one could hear thus far: She leans out; lengthening her throat to hear And
her eyes shining。
MARY BEATON。 Ah; I had no hope: Yea thou God knowest that I had
no hope。 Let it end quickly。
MARY CARMICHAEL。 Now his eyes are wide And his smile great;
and like another smile The blood fills all his face。 Her cheek and neck
Work fast and hard; she must have pardoned him; He looks so merrily。
Now he comes forth Out of that ring of people and kneels down; Ah; how
the helve and edge of the great axe Turn in the sunlight as the man shifts
hands It must be for a show: because she sits And hardly moves her head
this wayI see Her chin and lifted lips。 Now she stands up; Puts out her
hand; and they fall muttering; Ah!
MARY BEATON。 Is it done now?
MARY CARMICHAEL。 For God's love; stay there; Do not look out。
Nay; he is dead by this; But gather up yourself from off the floor; Will she
die too? I shut mine eyes and heard Sweet; do not beat your face upon
the ground。 Nay; he is dead and slain。
MARY BEATON。 What; slain indeed? I knew he would be slain。 Ay;
through the neck: I knew one must be smitten through the neck To die so
quick: if one were stabbed to the heart; He would die slower。
MARY CARMICHAEL。 Will you behold him dead?
MARY BEATON。 Yea: must a dead man not be looked upon That
living one was fain of? give me way。 Lo you; what sort of hair this fellow
had; The doomsman gathers it into his hand To grasp the head by for all
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men to see; I never did that。
MARY CARMICHAEL。 For God's love; let me go。
MARY BEATON。 I think sometimes she must have held it so; Holding
his head back; see you; by the hair To kiss his face; still lying in his arms。
Ay; go and weep: it must be pitiful If one could see it。 What is this they
say? So perish the Queen's traitors! Yea; but so Perish the Queen! God; do
thus much to her For his sake only: yea; for pity's sake Do thus much with
her。
MARY CARMICHAEL。 Prithee come in with me: Nay; come at once。
MARY BEATON。 If I should meet with her And spit upon her at her
coming in But if I live then shall I see one day When God will smite her
lying harlot's mouth Surely I shall。 Come; I will go with you; We will sit
down together face to face Now; and keep silence; for this life is hard; And
the end of it is quietness at last。 Come; let us go: here is no word to say。
AN USHER。 Make way there for the lord of Bothwell; room Place
for my lord of Bothwell next the queen。
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