第 3 节
作者:痛罚      更新:2022-07-12 16:20      字数:9322
  for you!      The hare running hell…for…leather; and me after him over brake
  and dell。 Ay!      Ay!    Ay!     A good hunt's a jewel!         I'll take a stretch along
  the road。〃
  Or there is in him what does be troubling the birds; and they on tropic
  islands。     〃Tweet…tweet;〃   they  grumble。         〃A  grand   place this   surely;   and
  very comfortable for the winter。           The palm…trees are green; but I'd rather
  have     the  green    of  young     grass。   And     the   sea;  you    ken;   it  becomes
  monotonous。        Do   you   remember   the   peaches   of   Champagne;   wife;   and
  the cherry…trees of Antrim?          Do you remember the farmer who was such
  a   bad   shot;   and   his   wife   with   the   red   petticoat? I'm   feeling   fine   and
  strong in the wings; AVOURNEEN。 What do you say?                        Let's bundle and
  go!〃
  He wandered out with the discontent of the season on him。                     The sun
  had dropped at last; and everywhere you'd see torches; and the image of
  torches   in   the   water。   On   the   canals   of   the   town   great   barges   moved。
  Everywhere   were   fine;   noble   shadows   and   the   splashing   of   oars。   There
  was a great admiral's galley; ready to put to sea against Genoa。 There a big
  merchantman back from Africa。              And along the canals went all the people
  in the world; you'd think。         Now it was a Frenchman; all silks and satins
  and   'la…di…da;  monsieur!'      Or   a   Spaniard   with   a   pointed   beard   and   long;
  lean   legs   and   a   long;   lean   sword。  And   now   it   was   a   Greek   courtesan;
  white     as  milk;   sitting   in  her   gondola    as   on   a  throne。    Here     was   a
  Muscovite; hairy; dirty; with fine fur and fine jewels and teeth sharp as a
  dog's。    And     now    an   effeminate     Greek    nobleman;      languid    as  a  bride。
  And   here   were   Moorish   captains;   Othello's   men;   great   giants   of   black
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  marble; and swarthy; hook…nosed merchants of Palestine; and the squires
  of Crusaders  pretty; ringleted boys; swearing like demons。                    And here
  and   there   were   Scots   and   Irish   mercenaries;   kilted;   sensitive   folk;   one
  moment smiling at you and the next a knife in your gizzard。
  And as he went through the courts there were whispers and laughter;
  and occasionally a soft voice invited him to enter; but he smiled and shook
  his   head。    Near   the   Canal   de   Mestre;   which   is   close   by   the   Ghetto;   he
  stopped by the wine…shop called The Prince of Bulgaria; and he could hear
  great disputation。       And some were speaking of Baldwin II; and how he
  had no guts to have let Palaeologus take Constantinople from him。                      And
  others were murmuring about Genoa。
  〃Mark us;  they  mean   trouble;  those dogs。           Better  wipe   them  off  the
  face   of   the   earth   now。〃   And   a   group   were   discussing   the   chances   of
  raiding the  Jewish   Kingdom  of   the Yemen。            〃They've   got temples   there
  roofed with gold。〃。 。 。And an Irish piper was playing on a little silver set of
  pipes; and an Indian magician was doing great sleight of hand。 。 。
  〃I'll go in and talk to the strange foreign people;〃 said Marco Polo。
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  CHAPTER II
  Now; you might be thinking that the picture I'm drawing is out of my
  own head。       Let you not be thinking of it as it is now; a city of shadows
  and ghosts; with a few scant visitors mooning in the canals。                The Pride of
  the West she was; the Jewel of the East。 Constantinople was her courtyard。
  Greece;   Egypt;   Abyssinia;       Bulgaria;   and   Muscovy;      her   ten…acre   fields。
  The Crusaders on their way to fight the Saracen stopped to plead for her
  help and generosity。 There were no soldiers more chivalrous; not even the
  French。     There     were    no  better   fighters;   not  even    the  Highland     clans。
  Sailors?     You'd   think   those   fellows   had   invented   the   sea。    And   as   for
  riches and treasures; oh! the wonder of the world she was!                    Tribute she
  had from everywhere; the four great horses of Saint Mark they came from
  Constantinople。        The two great marble columns facing the Piazetta; sure;
  they came from Acre。          When foreign powers wanted the loan of money; it
  was to Venice they came。           Consider the probity of Venetian men。              They
  once held as pledge the Crown of Thorns itself。 King Louis IX of France
  redeemed it。
  The   processions   of   the   tradespeople   were   like   a   king's   retinue;   and
  they marching in state on the election of a doge。               Each in their separate
  order they'd come; the master smiths first; as is right; every one garlanded
  like a conqueror; with their banner and their buglers。              The furriers next in
  ermine   and   taffeta;   the   tanners;   with   silver   cups   filled   with   wine;   the
  tailors    in  white;   with    vermilion     stars;  the   wool…workers;      with    olive
  branches; the quilt… makers in cloaks trimmed with fleur…de…lis; the cloth…
  of…gold   weavers;   with   golden   crowns   set   with   pearls;   the   shoemakers   in
  fine   silk;   while   the   silk…workers   were   in   fustian;   the   cheese…dealers   and
  pork…butchers       in  scarlet   and   purple;   the   fish…mongers      and   poulterers;
  armed like men…of…war; the glass…makers; with elegant specimens of their
  art;   the   comb…makers;   with   little   birds   in   cages;   the   barber…surgeons   on
  horseback; very dignified; very learned; and with that you'd think there'd
  be an   end   to   them;  but   cast   your eye   back   on  that   procession   and   you'd
  find guilds as far as your sight would reach。 。 。
  Let you be going down the markets; and what would you see for sale?
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  Boots; clothes;  bread?         No; they  were   out of   sight;   but scattered   on   the
  booths;   the   like   of   farls   of   bread   on   a   fair…day;   you'd   find   cloves   and
  nutmegs;      mace     and   ebony   from   Moluccas;        that   had   come    by   way   of
  Alexandria       and    the   Syrian    ports;   sandalwood        from    Timor;    in   Asia;
  camphor   from   Borneo。         Sumatra   and   Java   sent   benzoin   to   her   markets。
  Cochin   China   sent   bitter   aloes…wood。         From  China   and   Japan   and   from
  Siam   came   gum;   spices;   silks;   chessmen;   and   curiosities   for   the   parlor。
  Rubies      from   Peru;    fine   cloths   from    Coromandel;       and   finer   still  from
  Bengal。       They  got   spikenard   from   Nepaul   and   Bhutan。 Their   diamonds
  were from  Golconda。           From  Nirmul   they  purchased   Damascus   steel   for
  their swords。       Nor is that all you'd see; and you'd be going down by the
  markets on a sunny morning; and a fine… thinking; low…voiced woman on
  your   arm。      You'd   see   pearls   and   sapphires;   topaz   and   cinnamon   from
  Ceylon;      lac  and    agates;   brocades     and   coral   from    Cambay;      hammered
  vessels and inlaid weapons and embroidered shawls from Cashmere。                            As
  for   spices;   never   would   your   nostrils   meet   such   an   odor:   bdellium   from
  Scinde;   musk   from   Tibet;   galbanum   from   Khorasan;   from   Afghanistan;
  asafetida;   from   Persia;   sagapenum;   ambergris   and   civet   from   Zanzibar;
  and from Zanzibar came ivory; too。               And from Zeila; Berbera; and Shehri
  came balsam and frankincense。 。 。
  And   that   was Venice;   and   Marco   Polo   a   young   man。          And   now   it's
  only a town like any other town but for its churches and canals。                       There's
  many a town has ghosts; but none the ghosts that Venice has; not Rome
  itself; or Tara of the kings。
  〃Once   did   she   hold;〃   Randall   quoted;   〃the   gorgeous   East   in   fee;
  And was the safeguard of the West; the worth                       Of Venice did not fall
  below   her   birth;        Venice;   the   eldest   Child   of   Liberty。        She   was   a
  maiden city; bright and free;              No guile seduced; no force could violate;
  And;     when     she   took   unto    herself   a  mate;        She     must    espouse     the
  everlasting Sea!〃
  Time is the greate