《chastelard》

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Enter CHASTELARD。



MARY BEATON。

Good morrow; sir。



CHASTELARD。

Good morrow; noble lady。



MARY CARMICHAEL。

You have heard no news? what news?



CHASTELARD。

Nay; I have none。

That maiden…tongued male…faced Elizabeth

Hath eyes unlike our queen's; hair not so soft;

And lips no kiss of love's could bring to flower

In such red wise as our queen's; save this news;

I know none English。



MARY SEYTON。

Come; no news of her;

For God's love talk still rather of our queen。



MARY BEATON。

God give us grace then to speak well of her。

You did right joyfully in our masque last night'

I saw you when the queen lost breath (her head

Bent back; her chin and lips catching the air…

A goodly thing to see her) how you smiled

Across her head; between your lips…no doubt

You had great joy; sir。  Did you not take note

Once how one lock fell? that was good to see。



CHASTELARD。

Yea; good enough to live for。



MARY BEATON。

Nay; but sweet

Enough to die。  When she broke off the dance;

Turning round short and soft…I never saw

Such supple ways of walking as she has。



CHASTLELARD。

Why do you praise her gracious looks to me?



MARY BEATON。

Sir; for mere sport:  but tell me even for love 

How much you love her。



CHASTELARD。

I know not:  it may be

If I had set mine eyes to find that out;

I should not know it。  She hath fair eyes:  may be

I love her for sweet eyes or brows or hair;

For the smooth temples; where God touching her

Made blue with sweeter veins the flower…sweet white

Or for the tender turning of her wrist;

Or marriage of the eyelid with the cheek;

I cannot tell; or flush of lifting throat;

I know not if the color get a name

This side of heaven…no man knows; or her mouth;

A flower's lip with a snake's lip; stinging sweet;

And sweet to sting with:  face that one would see

And then fall blind and die with sight of it

Held fast between the eyelids…oh; all these 

And all her body and the soul to that;

The speech and shape and hand and foot and heart

That I would die of…yea; her name that turns

My face to fire being written…I know no whit

How much I love them。



MARY BEATON。

Nor how she loves you back?



CHASTELARD。

I know her ways of loving; all of them:

A sweet soft way the first is; afterward

It burns and bites like fire; the end of that;

Charred dust; and eyelids bitten through with smoke。



MARY BEATON。

What has she done for you to gird at her?



CHASTELARD。

Nothing。  You do not greatly love her; you;

Who do not…gird; you call it。  I am bound to France;

Shall I take word from you to any one?

So it be harmless; not a gird; I will。



MARY BEATON。

I doubt you will not go hence with your life。



CHASTELARD。

Why; who should slay me?  No man northwards born;

In my poor mind; my sword's lip is no maid's

To fear the iron biting of their own;

Though they kiss hard for hate's sake。



MARY BEATON。

Lo you; sir;

How sharp he whispers; what close breath and eyes…

And here are fast upon him; do you see?



CHASTELARD。

Well; which of these must take my life in hand?

Pray God it be the better:  nay; which hand?



MARY BEATON。

I think; none such。  The man is goodly made;

She is tender…hearted toward his courtesies;

And would not have them fall too low to find。

Look; they slip forth。



'Exeunt DARNLEY and MARY HAMILTON。'



MARY SEYTON。

For love's sake; after them;

And soft as love can。



'Exeunt MARY CARMICHAEL and MARY SEYTON。'



CHASTELARD。

True; a goodly man。

What shapeliness and state he hath; what eyes;

Brave brow and lordly lip! Were it not fit

Great queens should love him?



MARY BEATON。

See how now; fair lord;

I have but scant breath's time to help myself;

And I must cast my heart out on a chance;

So bear with me。  That we twain have loved well;

I have no heart nor wit to say; God wot

We had never made good lovers; you and I。

Look you; I would not have you love me; sir;

For all the love's sake in the world。  I say;

You love the queen; and loving burns you up;

And mars the grace and joyous wit you had;

Turning your speech to sad; your face to strange;

Your mirth to nothing:  and I am piteous; I;

Even as the queen is; and such women are;

And if I helped you to your love…longing;

Meseems some grain of love might fall my way

And love's god help me when I came to love;

I have read tales of men that won their loves

On some such wise。



CHASTELARD。

If you mean mercifully;

I am bound to you past thought and thank; if worse

I will but thank your lips and not your heart。



MARY BEATON。

Nay; let love wait and praise me; in God's name;

Some day when he shall find me; yet; God wot;

My lips are of one color with my heart。

Withdraw now from me; and about midnight

In some close chamber without light or noise

It may be I shall get you speech of her:

She loves you well: it may be she will speak; 

I wot not what; she loves you at her heart。

Let her not see that I have given you word;

Lest she take shame and hate her love。  Till night

Let her not see it。



CHASTLELARD。

I will not thank you now;

And then I'll die what sort of death you will。

Farewell。



'Exit。'



MARY BEATON。

And by God's mercy and my love's

I will find ways to earn such thank of you。



'Exit。'







ACT I。  SCENE II。 …A Hall in the same。





The QUEEN; DARNLEY; MURRAY; RANDOLPH; the

MARIES; CHASTELARD; &c。





QUEEN。

Hath no man seen my lord of Chastelard?

Nay; no great matter。  Keep you on that side:

Begin the purpose。



MARY CARMICHAEL。

Madam; he is here。



QUEEN。

Begin a measure now that other side。

I will not dance; let them play soft a little。

Fair sir; we had a dance to tread to…night;

To teach our north folk all sweet ways of France;

But at this time we have no heart to it。

Sit; sir; and talk。  Look; this breast…clasp is new;

The French king sent it me。



CHASTELARD。     

A goodly thing:

But what device? the word is ill to catch。



QUEEN。

A Venus crowned; that eats the hearts of men:

Below her flies a love with a bat's wings;

And strings the hair of paramours to bind

Live birds' feet with。  Lo what small subtle work:

The smith's name; Gian Grisostomo dawhat?

Can you read that?  The sea froths underfoot;

She stands upon the sea and it curls up

In soft loose curls that run to one in the wind。

But her hair is not shaken; there 's a fault;

It lies straight down in close…cut points and tongues;

Not like blown hair。  The legend is writ small:

Still one makes out this…Cave*if you look。



CHASTELARD。

I see the Venus well enough; God wot;

But nothing of the legend。



QUEEN。

Come; fair lord;

Shall we dance now? My heart is good again。



'They dance a measure。'



DARNLEY。

I do not like this manner of a dance;

This game of two by two; it were much better

To meet between the changes and to mix

Than still to keep apart and whispering

Each lady out of earshot with her friend。



MARY BEATON。

That 's as the lady serves her knight; I think:

We are broken up too much。



DARNLEY。

Nay; no such thing;

Be not wroth; lady; I wot it was the queen

Pricked each his friend out。  Look you nowyour ear

If love had gone by choosinghow they laugh;

Lean lips together; and wring hands underhand!

What; you look white too; sick of heart; ashamed;

No marvelfor men call ithark you though



'They pass。'



MURRAY。

Was the queen found no merrier in France?



MARY HAMILTON。

Why; have you seen her sorrowful to…night?



MURRAY。

I say not so much; blithe she seems at whiles;

Gentle and goodly doubtless in all ways;

But hardly with such lightness and quick heart

As it was said。



MARY HAMILTON。

'Tis your great care of her

Makes you misdoubt; nought else。



MURRAY。

Yea; may be so;

She has no cause I know to sadden her。



'They pass。'



QUEEN。

I am tired too soon; I could have danced down hours

Two years gone hence and felt no wearier。

One grows much older northwards; my fair lord;

I wonder men die south; meseems all France

Smells sweet with living; and bright breath of days

That keep men far from dying。  Peace; pray you now;

No dancing more。  Sing; sweet; and make us mirth;

We have done with dancing measures:  sing that song

You call the song of love at ebb。



MARY BEATON。



'Sings。'



1。

Between the sunset and the sea

My love laid hands and lips on me;

Of sweet came sour; of day came night;

Of long desire came brief delight:

Ah love; and what thing came of thee

Between the sea…downs and the sea?



2。

Between the sea…mark and the sea

Joy grew to grief; grief grew to me;

Love turned to tears; and tears to fire;

And dead delight to new desire;

Love's talk; love's touch there seemed to be

Between the sea…sand and the sea。



3。

Between the sundown and the sea

Love watched one hour of love with me;

Then down the all…golden water…ways

His feet flew after yesterday's;

 I saw them come and saw them flee

Between the sea…foam and the sea。



4。

Between the sea…strand and the sea

Love fell on sleep; sleep fell on me;

The first star saw twain turn to one

Between the moonrise and the sun;

The next; that saw not love; saw me

Between the sea…banks and the sea。



QUEEN。

Lo; sirs;

What mirth is here!  Some song of yours; fair lord;

You know glad ways of rhymingno such tunes

As go to tears。



CHASTELARD。

I made this yesterday;

For its love's sake I pray you 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
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