第 4 节
作者:雨来不躲      更新:2021-02-21 14:48      字数:9321
  conscience   bids   me   ask…   wherefore   you   have   Commanded   of   me   these
  most poisonous compounds Which are the movers of a languishing death;
  But; though slow; deadly? QUEEN。 I wonder; Doctor; Thou ask'st me such
  a question。 Have I not been Thy pupil long? Hast thou not learn'd me how
  To make perfumes? distil? preserve? yea; so That our great king himself
  doth woo me oft For my confections? Having thus far proceeded… Unless
  thou think'st me devilish… is't not meet That I did amplify my judgment in
  Other conclusions? I will try the forces Of these thy compounds on such
  creatures as We count not worth the hanging… but none human… To try the
  vigour   of   them;   and   apply Allayments   to   their   act;   and   by   them   gather
  Their several virtues and effects。 CORNELIUS。 Your Highness Shall from
  this practice   but   make   hard   your   heart;   Besides;   the   seeing   these   effects
  will be Both noisome and infectious。 QUEEN。 O; content thee。
  Enter PISANIO
  'Aside'  Here   comes   a   flattering   rascal;   upon  him Will   I   first   work。
  He's   for   his   master; An   enemy   to   my   son。…   How   now;   Pisanio!   Doctor;
  your   service   for   this   time   is   ended;   Take   your   own   way。   CORNELIUS。
  'Aside' I do suspect you; madam; But you shall do no harm。 QUEEN。 'To
  PISANIO' Hark thee; a word。 CORNELIUS。 'Aside' I do not like her。 She
  doth think she has Strange ling'ring poisons。 I do know her spirit; And will
  not trust one of her malice with A drug of such damn'd nature。 Those she
  has Will   stupefy  and   dull   the   sense   awhile;  Which   first   perchance   she'll
  prove on cats and dogs; Then afterward up higher; but there is No danger
  in what show of death it makes; More than the locking up the spirits a time;
  To be more fresh; reviving。 She is fool'd With a most false effect; and I the
  truer So to be false with her。 QUEEN。 No further service; Doctor; Until I
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  send for thee。 CORNELIUS。 I humbly take my leave。 Exit
  QUEEN。   Weeps   she   still;   say'st   thou?   Dost   thou   think   in   time   She
  will not quench; and let instructions enter Where folly now possesses? Do
  thou work。 When thou shalt bring me word she loves my son; I'll tell thee
  on   the   instant   thou   art   then   As   great   as   is   thy   master;   greater;   for   His
  fortunes all lie speechless; and his name Is at last gasp。 Return he cannot;
  nor   Continue   where   he   is。 To   shift   his   being   Is   to   exchange   one   misery
  with   another; And   every  day  that   comes   comes   to A  day's   work   in   him。
  What shalt thou expect To be depender on a thing that leans; Who cannot
  be   new   built;   nor   has   no  friends   So   much   as   but   to   prop   him?  'The
  QUEEN drops the box。 PISANIO takes it up' Thou tak'st up Thou know'st
  not what; but take it for thy labour。 It is a thing I made; which hath the
  King Five times redeem'd from death。 I do not know What is more cordial。
  Nay; I prithee take it; It is an earnest of a further good That I mean to thee。
  Tell thy mistress how The case stands with her; do't as from thyself。 Think
  what a chance thou changest on; but think Thou hast thy mistress still; to
  boot;   my  son; Who   shall   take   notice   of thee。   I'll   move   the   King To   any
  shape of thy preferment; such As thou'lt desire; and then myself; I chiefly;
  That set thee on to this desert; am bound To load thy merit richly。 Call my
  women。 Think on my words。 Exit PISANIO A sly and constant knave; Not
  to be shak'd; the agent for his master; And the remembrancer of her to hold
  The hand…fast to her lord。 I have given him that Which; if he take; shall
  quite unpeople her Of leigers for her sweet; and which she after; Except
  she bend her humour; shall be assur'd To taste of too。
  Re…enter PISANIO and LADIES
  So; so。 Well done; well done。 The violets; cowslips; and the primroses;
  Bear   to   my   closet。   Fare   thee   well;   Pisanio; Think   on   my   words。   Exeunt
  QUEEN and LADIES PISANIO。 And shall do。 But when to my good lord
  I prove untrue I'll choke myself… there's all I'll do for you。 Exit
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  SCENE VI。 Britain。 The palace
  Enter IMOGEN alone
  IMOGEN。 A father cruel and a step…dame false; A foolish suitor to a
  wedded      lady   That    hath   her  husband     banish'd。    O;  that   husband!     My
  supreme   crown   of   grief!   and   those   repeated Vexations   of   it!   Had   I   been
  thief…stol'n; As my two brothers; happy! but most miserable Is the desire
  that's glorious。 Blessed be those; How mean soe'er; that have their honest
  wills; Which seasons comfort。 Who may this be? Fie!
  Enter PISANIO and IACHIMO
  PISANIO。 Madam; a noble gentleman of Rome Comes from my lord
  with letters。 IACHIMO。 Change you; madam? The worthy Leonatus is in
  safety; And greets your Highness dearly。 'Presents a letter'
  IMOGEN。        Thanks;    good    sir。  You're  kindly    welcome。     IACHIMO。
  'Aside' All of her that is out of door most rich! If she be furnish'd with a
  mind   so   rare;   She   is   alone   th' Arabian   bird;   and   I   Have   lost   the   wager。
  Boldness be my friend! Arm me; audacity; from head to foot! Or; like the
  Parthian; I shall flying fight; Rather; directly fly。 IMOGEN。 'Reads' 'He is
  one   of   the   noblest   note;   to   whose   kindnesses   I   am   most   infinitely   tied。
  Reflect upon him accordingly; as you value your trust。 LEONATUS。'
  So far I read aloud; But even the very middle of my heart Is warm'd
  by  th'   rest   and   takes   it   thankfully。 You   are   as   welcome;   worthy   sir;   as   I
  Have words to bid you; and shall find it so In all that I can do。 IACHIMO。
  Thanks; fairest lady。 What; are men mad? Hath nature given them eyes To
  see    this  vaulted   arch   and   the   rich  crop   Of   sea  and   land;   which    can
  distinguish   'twixt The   fiery  orbs   above   and   the   twinn'd   stones   Upon   the
  number'd      beach;    and   can   we    not  Partition   make     with   spectacles    so
  precious   'Twixt   fair   and   foul?   IMOGEN。   What   makes   your   admiration?
  IACHIMO。 It cannot be i' th' eye; for apes and monkeys; 'Twixt two such
  shes; would chatter this way and Contemn with mows the other; nor i' th'
  judgment; For idiots in this case of favour would Be wisely definite; nor i'
  th' appetite; Sluttery; to such neat excellence oppos'd; Should make desire
  vomit   emptiness;   Not   so   allur'd   to   feed。   IMOGEN。   What   is   the   matter;
  trow? IACHIMO。 The cloyed will… That satiate yet unsatisfied desire; that
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  tub   Both   fill'd   and   running…   ravening   first   the   lamb;   Longs   after   for   the
  garbage。     IMOGEN。        What;     dear   sir;  Thus   raps   you?    Are    you   well?
  IACHIMO。   Thanks;   madam;   well。…   Beseech   you;   sir;   Desire   my   man's
  abode where I did leave him。 He's strange and peevish。 PISANIO。 I was
  going; sir; To give him welcome。 Exit IMOGEN。 Continues well my lord?
  His    health   beseech     you?   IACHIMO。        Well;    madam。     IMOGEN。        Is  he
  dispos'd   to   mirth?   I   hope   he   is。   IACHIMO。   Exceeding   pleasant;   none   a
  stranger there So merry and so gamesome。 He is call'd The Britain reveller。
  IMOGEN。 When he was here He did incline to sadness; and oft…times Not
  knowing why。 IACHIMO。 I never saw him sad。 There is a Frenchman his
  companion; one An eminent monsieur that; it seems; much loves A Gallian
  girl   at   home。   He   furnaces   The   thick   sighs   from   him;   whiles   the   jolly
  Briton… Your lord; I mean… laughs from's free lungs; cries 'O; Can my sides
  hold; to think that man… who knows By history; report; or his own proof;
  What   woman   is;   yea;   what   she   cannot   choose   But   must   be…   will's   free
  hours   languish   for   Assured   bondage?'   IMOGEN。   Will   my   lord   say   so?
  IACHIMO。         Ay;  madam;      with   his  eyes   in  flood   with   laughter。   It  is  a
  recreation to be by And hear him mock the Frenchman。 But heavens know
  Some men are much to blame。 IMOGEN。 Not he; I hope。 IACHIMO。 Not
  he; but yet heaven's bounty towards him might Be us'd more thankfully。 In
  himself; 'tis much; In you; which I account his; beyond all talents。 Whilst I
  am bound to wonder; I am bound To pity too。 IMOGEN。 What do you pity;
  sir? IACHIMO。 Two creatures heartily。 IMOGEN。 Am I one; sir? You look
  on   me:   what