友情提示:如果本网页打开太慢或显示不完整,请尝试鼠标右键“刷新”本网页!
the two noble kinsmen-第9部分
快捷操作: 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! 如果本书没有阅读完,想下次继续接着阅读,可使用上方 "收藏到我的浏览器" 功能 和 "加入书签" 功能!
THESEUS。
This is a cold beginning。
SCHOOLMASTER。
If you but favour; our Country pastime made is。
We are a few of those collected here;
That ruder Tongues distinguish villager;
And to say veritie; and not to fable;
We are a merry rout; or else a rable;
Or company; or; by a figure; Choris;
That fore thy dignitie will dance a Morris。
And I; that am the rectifier of all;
By title Pedagogus; that let fall
The Birch upon the breeches of the small ones;
And humble with a Ferula the tall ones;
Doe here present this Machine; or this frame:
And daintie Duke; whose doughtie dismall fame
From Dis to Dedalus; from post to pillar;
Is blowne abroad; helpe me thy poore well willer;
And with thy twinckling eyes looke right and straight
Vpon this mighty MORRof mickle waight;
IS now comes in; which being glewd together;
Makes MORRIS; and the cause that we came hether。
The body of our sport; of no small study;
I first appeare; though rude; and raw; and muddy;
To speake before thy noble grace this tenner:
At whose great feete I offer up my penner。
The next the Lord of May and Lady bright;
The Chambermaid and Servingman by night
That seeke out silent hanging: Then mine Host
And his fat Spowse; that welcomes to their cost
The gauled Traveller; and with a beckning
Informes the Tapster to inflame the reckning:
Then the beast eating Clowne; and next the foole;
The Bavian; with long tayle and eke long toole;
Cum multis alijs that make a dance:
Say 'I;' and all shall presently advance。
THESEUS。
I; I; by any meanes; deere Domine。
PERITHOUS。
Produce。
(SCHOOLMASTER。)
Intrate; filij; Come forth; and foot it。
'Musicke; Dance。 Knocke for Schoole。'
'Enter the Dance。'
Ladies; if we have beene merry;
And have pleasd yee with a derry;
And a derry; and a downe;
Say the Schoolemaster's no Clowne:
Duke; if we have pleasd thee too;
And have done as good Boyes should doe;
Give us but a tree or twaine
For a Maypole; and againe;
Ere another yeare run out;
Wee'l make thee laugh and all this rout。
THESEUS。
Take 20。; Domine; how does my sweet heart?
HIPPOLITA。
Never so pleasd; Sir。
EMILIA。
Twas an excellent dance; and for a preface
I never heard a better。
THESEUS。
Schoolemaster; I thanke you。One see'em all rewarded。
PERITHOUS。
And heer's something to paint your Pole withall。
THESEUS。
Now to our sports againe。
SCHOOLMASTER。
May the Stag thou huntst stand long;
And thy dogs be swift and strong:
May they kill him without lets;
And the Ladies eate his dowsets!
Come; we are all made。 'Winde Hornes。'
Dij Deoeq(ue) omnes; ye have danc'd rarely; wenches。 'Exeunt。'
Scaena 6。 (Same as Scene III。)
'Enter Palamon from the Bush。'
PALAMON。
About this houre my Cosen gave his faith
To visit me againe; and with him bring
Two Swords; and two good Armors; if he faile;
He's neither man nor Souldier。 When he left me;
I did not thinke a weeke could have restord
My lost strength to me; I was growne so low;
And Crest…falne with my wants: I thanke thee; Arcite;
Thou art yet a faire Foe; and I feele my selfe
With this refreshing; able once againe
To out dure danger: To delay it longer
Would make the world think; when it comes to hearing;
That I lay fatting like a Swine to fight;
And not a Souldier: Therefore; this blest morning
Shall be the last; and that Sword he refuses;
If it but hold; I kill him with; tis Iustice:
So love; and Fortune for me!O; good morrow。
'Enter Arcite with Armors and Swords。'
ARCITE。
Good morrow; noble kinesman。
PALAMON。
I have put you to too much paines; Sir。
ARCITE。
That too much; faire Cosen;
Is but a debt to honour; and my duty。
PALAMON。
Would you were so in all; Sir; I could wish ye
As kinde a kinsman; as you force me finde
A beneficiall foe; that my embraces
Might thanke ye; not my blowes。
ARCITE。
I shall thinke either; well done;
A noble recompence。
PALAMON。
Then I shall quit you。
ARCITE。
Defy me in these faire termes; and you show
More then a Mistris to me; no more anger
As you love any thing that's honourable:
We were not bred to talke; man; when we are arm'd
And both upon our guards; then let our fury;
Like meeting of two tides; fly strongly from us;
And then to whom the birthright of this Beauty
Truely pertaines (without obbraidings; scornes;
Dispisings of our persons; and such powtings;
Fitter for Girles and Schooleboyes) will be seene
And quickly; yours; or mine: wilt please you arme; Sir;
Or if you feele your selfe not fitting yet
And furnishd with your old strength; ile stay; Cosen;
And ev'ry day discourse you into health;
As I am spard: your person I am friends with;
And I could wish I had not saide I lov'd her;
Though I had dide; But loving such a Lady
And justifying my Love; I must not fly from't。
PALAMON。
Arcite; thou art so brave an enemy;
That no man but thy Cosen's fit to kill thee:
I am well and lusty; choose your Armes。
ARCITE。
Choose you; Sir。
PALAMON。
Wilt thou exceede in all; or do'st thou doe it
To make me spare thee?
ARCITE。
If you thinke so; Cosen;
You are deceived; for as I am a Soldier;
I will not spare you。
PALAMON。
That's well said。
ARCITE。
You'l finde it。
PALAMON。
Then; as I am an honest man and love
With all the justice of affection;
Ile pay thee soundly。 This ile take。
ARCITE。
That's mine; then;
Ile arme you first。
PALAMON。
Do: pray thee; tell me; Cosen;
Where gotst thou this good Armour?
ARCITE。
Tis the Dukes;
And to say true; I stole it; doe I pinch you?
PALAMON。
Noe。
ARCITE。
Is't not too heavie?
PALAMON。
I have worne a lighter;
But I shall make it serve。
ARCITE。
Ile buckl't close。
PALAMON。
By any meanes。
ARCITE。
You care not for a Grand guard?
PALAMON。
No; no; wee'l use no horses: I perceave
You would faine be at that Fight。
ARCITE。
I am indifferent。
PALAMON。
Faith; so am I: good Cosen; thrust the buckle
Through far enough。
ARCITE。
I warrant you。
PALAMON。
My Caske now。
ARCITE。
Will you fight bare…armd?
PALAMON。
We shall be the nimbler。
ARCITE。
But use your Gauntlets though; those are o'th least;
Prethee take mine; good Cosen。
PALAMON。
Thanke you; Arcite。
How doe I looke? am I falne much away?
ARCITE。
Faith; very little; love has usd you kindly。
PALAMON。
Ile warrant thee; Ile strike home。
ARCITE。
Doe; and spare not;
Ile give you cause; sweet Cosen。
PALAMON。
Now to you; Sir:
Me thinkes this Armor's very like that; Arcite;
Thou wor'st the day the 3。 Kings fell; but lighter。
ARCITE。
That was a very good one; and that day;
I well remember; you outdid me; Cosen。
I never saw such valour: when you chargd
Vpon the left wing of the Enemie;
I spurd hard to come up; and under me
I had a right good horse。
PALAMON。
You had indeede; a bright Bay; I remember。
ARCITE。
Yes; but all
Was vainely labour'd in me; you outwent me;
Nor could my wishes reach you; yet a little
I did by imitation。
PALAMON。
More by vertue;
You are modest; Cosen。
ARCITE。
When I saw you charge first;
Me thought I heard a dreadfull clap of Thunder
Breake from the Troope。
PALAMON。
But still before that flew
The lightning of your valour。 Stay a little;
Is not this peece too streight?
ARCITE。
No; no; tis well。
PALAMON。
I would have nothing hurt thee but my Sword;
A bruise would be dishonour。
ARCITE。
Now I am perfect。
PALAMON。
Stand off; then。
ARCITE。
Take my Sword; I hold it better。
PALAMON。
I thanke ye: No; keepe it; your life lyes on it。
Here's one; if it but hold; I aske no more
For all my hopes: My Cause and honour guard me! 'They bow
severall wayes: then advance and stand。'
ARCITE。
And me my love! Is there ought else to say?
PALAMON。
This onely; and no more: Thou art mine Aunts Son;
And that blood we desire to shed is mutuall;
In me; thine; and in thee; mine。 My Sword
Is in my hand; and if thou killst me;
The gods and I forgive thee; If there be
A place prepar'd for those that sleepe in honour;
I wish his wearie soule that falls may win it:
Fight bravely; Cosen; give me thy noble hand。
ARCITE。
Here; Palamon: This hand shall never more
Come neare thee with such friendship。
PALAMON。
I commend thee。
ARCITE。
If I fall; curse me; and say I was a coward;
For none but such dare die in these just Tryalls。
Once more farewell; my Cosen。
PALAMON。
Farewell; Arcite。 'Fight。'
'Hornes within: they stand。'
ARCITE。
Loe; Cosen; loe; our Folly has undon us。
PALAMON。
Why?
ARCITE。
This is the Duke; a hunting as I told you。
If we be found; we are wretched。 O retire
For honours sake; and safety presently
Into your Bush agen; Sir; we shall finde
Too many howres to dye in: gentle Cosen;
If you be seene you perish instantly
For breaking prison; and I; if you reveale me;
For my contempt。 Then all the world will scorne us;
And say we had a noble difference;
But base disposers of it。
PALAMON。
No; no; Cosen;
I will no more be hidden; nor put off
This great adventure to a second Tryall:
I know your cunning; and I know your cause;
He that faints now; shame take him: put thy selfe
Vpon thy present guard
ARCITE。
You are not mad?
PALAMON。
快捷操作: 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!
温馨提示: 温看小说的同时发表评论,说出自己的看法和其它小伙伴们分享也不错哦!发表书评还可以获得积分和经验奖励,认真写原创书评 被采纳为精评可以获得大量金币、积分和经验奖励哦!