章节正文
SCAN. Well; you'll give me leave to wait upon you to your chamber
door, and leave you my last instructions?
MRS FORE. Hold, here's my sister coming towards us.
MRS FRAIL. If it won't interrupt you I'll entertain you with a
song.
BEN. The song was made upon one of our ship's-crew's wife. Our
boatswain made the song. Mayhap you may know her, sir. Before she
was married she was called buxom Joan of Deptford.
SCAN. I have heard of her.
BEN. [Sings]:-
BALLAD.
Set by MR JOHN ECCLES.
I.
A soldier and a sailor,
A tinker and a tailor,
Had once a doubtfulstrife, sir,
To make a maid a wife, sir,
Whose name was buxom Joan.
For now the time was ended,
When she no more intended
To lick her lips at men, sir,
And gnaw the sheets in vain, sir,
And lie o' nights alone.
II.
The soldier swore like thunder,
He loved her more than plunder,
And shewed her many a scar, sir,
That he had brought from far, sir,
With fighting for her sake.
The tailor thought to please her
With offering her his measure.
The tinker, too, with mettle
Said he could mend her kettle,
And stop up ev'ry leak.
III.
But while these three were prating,
The sailor slyly waiting,
Thought if it came about, sir,
That they should all fall out, sir,
He then might play his part.
And just e'en as he meant, sir,
To loggerheads they went, sir,
And then he let fly at her
A shot 'twixt wind and water,
That won this fair maid's heart.
BEN. If some of our crew that came to see me are not gone, you
shall see that we sailors can dance sometimes as well as other
folks. [Whistles.] I warrant that brings 'em, an they be within
hearing. [Enter seamen]. Oh, here they be--and fiddles along with
'em. Come, my lads, let's have a round, and I'll make one.
[Dance.]
BEN. We're merry folks, we sailors: we han't much to care for.
Thus we live at sea; eat biscuit, and drink flip, put on a clean
shirt once a quarter; come home and lie with our landladies once a
year, get rid of a little money, and then put off with the next fair
wind. How d'ye like us?
MRS FRAIL. Oh, you are the happiest, merriest men alive.
MRS FORE. We're beholden to Mr Benjamin for this entertainment. I
believe it's late.
BEN. Why, forsooth, an you think so, you had best go to bed. For
my part, I mean to toss a can, and remember my sweet-heart, afore I
turn in; mayhap I may dream of her.
MRS FORE. Mr Scandal, you had best go to bed and dream too.
SCAN. Why, faith, I have a good livelyimagination, and can dream
as much to the purpose as another, if I set about it. But dreaming
is the poor retreat of a lazy, hopeless, and imperfect lover; 'tis
the last glimpse of love to worn-out sinners, and the faint dawning
of a bliss to wishing girls and growing boys.
There's nought but willing, waking love, that can
Make blest the ripened maid and finished man.
ACT IV.--SCENE I.
Valentine's lodging.
SCANDAL and JEREMY.
SCAN. Well, is your master ready? does he look madly and talk
madly?
JERE. Yes, sir; you need make no great doubt of that. He that was
so near turning poet yesterday morning can't be much to seek in
playing the madman to-day.
SCAN. Would he have Angelica acquainted with the reason of his
design?
JERE. No, sir, not yet. He has a mind to try whether his playing
the madman won't make her play the fool, and fall in love with him;
or at least own that she has loved him all this while and concealed
it.
SCAN. I saw her take coach just now with her maid, and think I
heard her bid the coachman drive hither.
JERE. Like enough, sir, for I told her maid this morning, my master
was run stark mad only for love of her mistress.--I hear a coach
stop; if it should be she, sir, I believe he would not see her, till
he hears how she takes it.
SCAN. Well, I'll try her: --'tis she--here she comes.
SCENE II.
[To them] ANGELICA with JENNY.
ANG. Mr Scandal, I suppose you don't think it a novelty to see a
woman visit a man at his own lodgings in a morning?
SCAN. Not upon a kind occasion, madam. But when a lady comes
tyrannically to insult a ruined lover, and make manifest the cruel
triumphs of her beauty, the barbarity of it something surprises me.
ANG. I don't like raillery from a serious face. Pray tell me what
is the matter?
JERE. No strange matter, madam; my master's mad, that's all. I
suppose your ladyship has thought him so a great while.
ANG. How d'ye mean, mad?
JERE. Why, faith, madam, he's mad for want of his wits, just as he
was poor for want of money; his head is e'en as light as his
pockets, and anybody that has a mind to a bad bargain can't do
better than to beg him for his estate.
ANG. If you speak truth, your endeavouring at wit is very
unseasonable.
SCAN. She's concerned, and loves him. [Aside.]
ANG. Mr Scandal, you can't think me guilty of so much inhumanity as
not to be concerned for a man I must own myself obliged to? Pray
tell me truth.
SCAN. Faith, madam, I wish telling a lie would mend the matter.
But this is no new effect of an unsuccessful passion.
ANG. [Aside.] I know not what to think. Yet I should be vexed to
have a trick put upon me. May I not see him?
SCAN. I'm afraid the physician is not willing you should see him
yet. Jeremy, go in and enquire.
SCENE III.
SCANDAL, ANGELICA, JENNY.
ANG. Ha! I saw him wink and smile. I fancy 'tis a trick--I'll
try.--I would disguise to all the world a failing which I must own
to you: I fear my happiness depends upon the recovery of Valentine.
Therefore I conjure you, as you are his friend, and as you have
compassion upon one fearful of affliction, to tell me what I am to
hope for--I cannot speak--but you may tell me, tell me, for you know
what I would ask?
SCAN. So, this is pretty plain. Be not too much concerned, madam;
I hope his condition is not desperate. An acknowledgment of love
from you, perhaps, may work a cure, as the fear of your aversion
occasioned his distemper.
ANG. [Aside.] Say you so; nay, then, I'm convinced. And if I
don't play trick for trick, may I never taste the pleasure of
revenge.--Acknowledgment of love! I find you have mistaken my
compassion, and think me guilty of a weakness I am a stranger to.
But I have too much sincerity to deceive you, and too much charity
to suffer him to be deluded with vain hopes. Good nature and
humanity oblige me to be concerned for him; but to love is neither
in my power nor inclination, and if he can't be cured without I suck
the poison from his wounds, I'm afraid he won't recover his senses
till I lose mine.
SCAN. Hey, brave woman, i'faith--won't you see him, then, if he
desire it?
ANG. What signify a madman's desires? Besides, 'twould make me
uneasy: --if I don't see him, perhaps my concern for him may lessen.
If I forget him, 'tis no more than he has done by himself; and now
the surprise is over, methinks I am not half so sorry as I was.
SCAN. So, faith, good nature works apace; you were confessing just
now an obligation to his love.
ANG. But I have considered that passions are reasonable" target="_blank" title="a.不合理的；荒唐的">unreasonable and
involuntary; if he loves, he can't help it; and if I don't love, I
can't help it; no more than he can help his being a man, or I my
being a woman: or no more than I can help my want of inclination to
stay longer here. Come, Jenny.
SCENE IV.
SCANDAL, JEREMY.
SCAN. Humh! An admirablecomposition, faith, this same womankind.
JERE. What, is she gone, sir?
SCAN. Gone? Why, she was never here, nor anywhere else; nor I
don't know her if I see her, nor you neither.
JERE. Good lack! What's the matter now? Are any more of us to be
mad? Why, sir, my master longs to see her, and is almost mad in
good earnest with the joyful news of her being here.
SCAN. We are all under a mistake. Ask no questions, for I can't
resolve you; but I'll inform your master. In the meantime, if our
project succeed no better with his father than it does with his
mistress, he may descend from his exaltation of madness into the
road of common sense, and be content only to be made a fool with
other reasonable people. I hear Sir Sampson. You know your cue;
I'll to your master.
SCENE V.
JEREMY, SIR SAMPSON LEGEND, with a LAWYER.
SIR SAMP. D'ye see, Mr Buckram, here's the paper signed with his
own hand.
BUCK. Good, sir. And the conveyance is ready drawn in this box, if
he be ready to sign and seal.
SIR SAMP. Ready, body o' me? He must be ready. His sham-sickness
shan't excuse him. Oh, here's his scoundrel. Sirrah, where's your
master?
JERE. Ah sir, he's quite gone.
SIR SAMP. Gone! What, he is not dead?
JERE. No, sir, not dead.
SIR SAMP. What, is he gone out of town, run away, ha? has he
tricked me? Speak, varlet.
JERE. No, no, sir, he's safe enough, sir, an he were but as sound,
poor gentleman. He is indeed here, sir, and not here, sir.
SIR SAMP. Hey day, rascal, do you banter me? Sirrah, d'ye banter
me? Speak, sirrah, where is he? for I will find him.
JERE. Would you could, sir, for he has lost himself. Indeed, sir,
I have a'most broke my heart about him--I can't refrain tears when I
think of him, sir: I'm as melancholy for him as a passing-bell,
sir, or a horse in a pound.
SIR SAMP. A pox confound your similitudes, sir. Speak to be
understood, and tell me in plain terms what the matter is with him,
or I'll crack your fool's skull.
JERE. Ah, you've hit it, sir; that's the matter with him, sir: his
skull's cracked, poor gentleman; he's stark mad, sir.
SIR SAMP. Mad!
BUCK. What, is he non compos?
JERE. Quite non compos, sir.
door, and leave you my last instructions?
MRS FORE. Hold, here's my sister coming towards us.
MRS FRAIL. If it won't interrupt you I'll entertain you with a
song.
BEN. The song was made upon one of our ship's-crew's wife. Our
boatswain made the song. Mayhap you may know her, sir. Before she
was married she was called buxom Joan of Deptford.
SCAN. I have heard of her.
BEN. [Sings]:-
BALLAD.
Set by MR JOHN ECCLES.
I.
A soldier and a sailor,
A tinker and a tailor,
Had once a doubtfulstrife, sir,
To make a maid a wife, sir,
Whose name was buxom Joan.
For now the time was ended,
When she no more intended
To lick her lips at men, sir,
And gnaw the sheets in vain, sir,
And lie o' nights alone.
II.
The soldier swore like thunder,
He loved her more than plunder,
And shewed her many a scar, sir,
That he had brought from far, sir,
With fighting for her sake.
The tailor thought to please her
With offering her his measure.
The tinker, too, with mettle
Said he could mend her kettle,
And stop up ev'ry leak.
III.
But while these three were prating,
The sailor slyly waiting,
Thought if it came about, sir,
That they should all fall out, sir,
He then might play his part.
And just e'en as he meant, sir,
To loggerheads they went, sir,
And then he let fly at her
A shot 'twixt wind and water,
That won this fair maid's heart.
BEN. If some of our crew that came to see me are not gone, you
shall see that we sailors can dance sometimes as well as other
folks. [Whistles.] I warrant that brings 'em, an they be within
hearing. [Enter seamen]. Oh, here they be--and fiddles along with
'em. Come, my lads, let's have a round, and I'll make one.
[Dance.]
BEN. We're merry folks, we sailors: we han't much to care for.
Thus we live at sea; eat biscuit, and drink flip, put on a clean
shirt once a quarter; come home and lie with our landladies once a
year, get rid of a little money, and then put off with the next fair
wind. How d'ye like us?
MRS FRAIL. Oh, you are the happiest, merriest men alive.
MRS FORE. We're beholden to Mr Benjamin for this entertainment. I
believe it's late.
BEN. Why, forsooth, an you think so, you had best go to bed. For
my part, I mean to toss a can, and remember my sweet-heart, afore I
turn in; mayhap I may dream of her.
MRS FORE. Mr Scandal, you had best go to bed and dream too.
SCAN. Why, faith, I have a good livelyimagination, and can dream
as much to the purpose as another, if I set about it. But dreaming
is the poor retreat of a lazy, hopeless, and imperfect lover; 'tis
the last glimpse of love to worn-out sinners, and the faint dawning
of a bliss to wishing girls and growing boys.
There's nought but willing, waking love, that can
Make blest the ripened maid and finished man.
ACT IV.--SCENE I.
Valentine's lodging.
SCANDAL and JEREMY.
SCAN. Well, is your master ready? does he look madly and talk
madly?
JERE. Yes, sir; you need make no great doubt of that. He that was
so near turning poet yesterday morning can't be much to seek in
playing the madman to-day.
SCAN. Would he have Angelica acquainted with the reason of his
design?
JERE. No, sir, not yet. He has a mind to try whether his playing
the madman won't make her play the fool, and fall in love with him;
or at least own that she has loved him all this while and concealed
it.
SCAN. I saw her take coach just now with her maid, and think I
heard her bid the coachman drive hither.
JERE. Like enough, sir, for I told her maid this morning, my master
was run stark mad only for love of her mistress.--I hear a coach
stop; if it should be she, sir, I believe he would not see her, till
he hears how she takes it.
SCAN. Well, I'll try her: --'tis she--here she comes.
SCENE II.
[To them] ANGELICA with JENNY.
ANG. Mr Scandal, I suppose you don't think it a novelty to see a
woman visit a man at his own lodgings in a morning?
SCAN. Not upon a kind occasion, madam. But when a lady comes
tyrannically to insult a ruined lover, and make manifest the cruel
triumphs of her beauty, the barbarity of it something surprises me.
ANG. I don't like raillery from a serious face. Pray tell me what
is the matter?
JERE. No strange matter, madam; my master's mad, that's all. I
suppose your ladyship has thought him so a great while.
ANG. How d'ye mean, mad?
JERE. Why, faith, madam, he's mad for want of his wits, just as he
was poor for want of money; his head is e'en as light as his
pockets, and anybody that has a mind to a bad bargain can't do
better than to beg him for his estate.
ANG. If you speak truth, your endeavouring at wit is very
unseasonable.
SCAN. She's concerned, and loves him. [Aside.]
ANG. Mr Scandal, you can't think me guilty of so much inhumanity as
not to be concerned for a man I must own myself obliged to? Pray
tell me truth.
SCAN. Faith, madam, I wish telling a lie would mend the matter.
But this is no new effect of an unsuccessful passion.
ANG. [Aside.] I know not what to think. Yet I should be vexed to
have a trick put upon me. May I not see him?
SCAN. I'm afraid the physician is not willing you should see him
yet. Jeremy, go in and enquire.
SCENE III.
SCANDAL, ANGELICA, JENNY.
ANG. Ha! I saw him wink and smile. I fancy 'tis a trick--I'll
try.--I would disguise to all the world a failing which I must own
to you: I fear my happiness depends upon the recovery of Valentine.
Therefore I conjure you, as you are his friend, and as you have
compassion upon one fearful of affliction, to tell me what I am to
hope for--I cannot speak--but you may tell me, tell me, for you know
what I would ask?
SCAN. So, this is pretty plain. Be not too much concerned, madam;
I hope his condition is not desperate. An acknowledgment of love
from you, perhaps, may work a cure, as the fear of your aversion
occasioned his distemper.
ANG. [Aside.] Say you so; nay, then, I'm convinced. And if I
don't play trick for trick, may I never taste the pleasure of
revenge.--Acknowledgment of love! I find you have mistaken my
compassion, and think me guilty of a weakness I am a stranger to.
But I have too much sincerity to deceive you, and too much charity
to suffer him to be deluded with vain hopes. Good nature and
humanity oblige me to be concerned for him; but to love is neither
in my power nor inclination, and if he can't be cured without I suck
the poison from his wounds, I'm afraid he won't recover his senses
till I lose mine.
SCAN. Hey, brave woman, i'faith--won't you see him, then, if he
desire it?
ANG. What signify a madman's desires? Besides, 'twould make me
uneasy: --if I don't see him, perhaps my concern for him may lessen.
If I forget him, 'tis no more than he has done by himself; and now
the surprise is over, methinks I am not half so sorry as I was.
SCAN. So, faith, good nature works apace; you were confessing just
now an obligation to his love.
ANG. But I have considered that passions are reasonable" target="_blank" title="a.不合理的；荒唐的">unreasonable and
involuntary; if he loves, he can't help it; and if I don't love, I
can't help it; no more than he can help his being a man, or I my
being a woman: or no more than I can help my want of inclination to
stay longer here. Come, Jenny.
SCENE IV.
SCANDAL, JEREMY.
SCAN. Humh! An admirablecomposition, faith, this same womankind.
JERE. What, is she gone, sir?
SCAN. Gone? Why, she was never here, nor anywhere else; nor I
don't know her if I see her, nor you neither.
JERE. Good lack! What's the matter now? Are any more of us to be
mad? Why, sir, my master longs to see her, and is almost mad in
good earnest with the joyful news of her being here.
SCAN. We are all under a mistake. Ask no questions, for I can't
resolve you; but I'll inform your master. In the meantime, if our
project succeed no better with his father than it does with his
mistress, he may descend from his exaltation of madness into the
road of common sense, and be content only to be made a fool with
other reasonable people. I hear Sir Sampson. You know your cue;
I'll to your master.
SCENE V.
JEREMY, SIR SAMPSON LEGEND, with a LAWYER.
SIR SAMP. D'ye see, Mr Buckram, here's the paper signed with his
own hand.
BUCK. Good, sir. And the conveyance is ready drawn in this box, if
he be ready to sign and seal.
SIR SAMP. Ready, body o' me? He must be ready. His sham-sickness
shan't excuse him. Oh, here's his scoundrel. Sirrah, where's your
master?
JERE. Ah sir, he's quite gone.
SIR SAMP. Gone! What, he is not dead?
JERE. No, sir, not dead.
SIR SAMP. What, is he gone out of town, run away, ha? has he
tricked me? Speak, varlet.
JERE. No, no, sir, he's safe enough, sir, an he were but as sound,
poor gentleman. He is indeed here, sir, and not here, sir.
SIR SAMP. Hey day, rascal, do you banter me? Sirrah, d'ye banter
me? Speak, sirrah, where is he? for I will find him.
JERE. Would you could, sir, for he has lost himself. Indeed, sir,
I have a'most broke my heart about him--I can't refrain tears when I
think of him, sir: I'm as melancholy for him as a passing-bell,
sir, or a horse in a pound.
SIR SAMP. A pox confound your similitudes, sir. Speak to be
understood, and tell me in plain terms what the matter is with him,
or I'll crack your fool's skull.
JERE. Ah, you've hit it, sir; that's the matter with him, sir: his
skull's cracked, poor gentleman; he's stark mad, sir.
SIR SAMP. Mad!
BUCK. What, is he non compos?
JERE. Quite non compos, sir.
- interrupt [,intə´rʌpt]
v.中断；打扰 (初中英语单词) - entertain [,entə´tein] vt.招待；娱乐；使高兴 (初中英语单词)
- tailor [´teilə] n.裁缝 vt.裁制(衣服) (初中英语单词)
- entertainment [,entə´teinmənt] n.招(款)待；联欢会 (初中英语单词)
- lively [´laivli] a.活泼的；热烈的 (初中英语单词)
- imagination [i,mædʒi´neiʃən] n.想象(力) (初中英语单词)
- retreat [ri´tri:t] v.&n.退却；撤退；放弃 (初中英语单词)
- glimpse [glimps] n.&v.瞥见 (初中英语单词)
- willing [´wiliŋ] a.情愿的，乐意的 (初中英语单词)
- yesterday [´jestədi] n.&ad.昨天；前不久 (初中英语单词)
- insult [in´sʌlt, ´insʌlt] n.&vt.侮辱；损害 (初中英语单词)
- bargain [´bɑ:gin] n.买卖合同 v.议(价) (初中英语单词)
- guilty [´gilti] a.有罪的；心虚的 (初中英语单词)
- physician [fi´ziʃən] n.(内科)医生 (初中英语单词)
- disguise [dis´gaiz] vt.假装；隐瞒 n.伪装 (初中英语单词)
- fearful [´fiəfəl] a.可怕的；担心的 (初中英语单词)
- desperate [´despərit] a.拼死的；绝望的 (初中英语单词)
- weakness [´wi:knis] n.虚弱；弱点，缺点 (初中英语单词)
- deceive [di´si:v] vt.欺骗，欺诈 (初中英语单词)
- oblige [ə´blaidʒ] vt.责成；迫使；使感激 (初中英语单词)
- poison [´pɔizən] n.毒物 v.毒害 a.有毒的 (初中英语单词)
- obligation [,ɔbli´geiʃən] n.义务；职责；合约 (初中英语单词)
- anywhere [´eniweə] ad.无论何处；任何地方 (初中英语单词)
- earnest [´ə:nist] a.认真的 n.认真；诚恳 (初中英语单词)
- meantime [´mi:ntaim] n.&ad.其间；同时 (初中英语单词)
- descend [di´send] v.下来，下降 (初中英语单词)
- reasonable [´rizənəbəl] a.合理的；有理智的 (初中英语单词)
- doubtful [´dautful] a.怀疑的，可疑的 (高中英语单词)
- strife [straif] n.竞争；吵架；冲突 (高中英语单词)
- offering [´ɔfəriŋ] n.提供；礼物；捐献 (高中英语单词)
- biscuit [´biskit] n.饼干 (高中英语单词)
- scandal [´skændl] n.丑闻；耻辱；流言蜚语 (高中英语单词)
- hopeless [´həupləs] a.无望的，无可救药的 (高中英语单词)
- novelty [´nɔvəlti] n.新奇(的事物) (高中英语单词)
- manifest [´mænifest] a.明显的 v.表明 (高中英语单词)
- concerned [kən´sə:nd] a.有关的；担心的 (高中英语单词)
- recovery [ri´kʌvəri] n.重获；获得；恢复 (高中英语单词)
- mistaken [mis´teikən] mistake的过去分词 (高中英语单词)
- inclination [,inkli´neiʃən] n.倾斜；爱好；天资 (高中英语单词)
- signify [´signifai] vt.表示 vi.有重要性 (高中英语单词)
- methinks [mi´θiŋks] vi.据我看来 (高中英语单词)
- admirable [´ædmərəbəl] a.极佳的，值得赞美的 (高中英语单词)
- composition [,kɔmpə´ziʃən] n.写作；作曲；作品 (高中英语单词)
- joyful [´dʒɔifəl] a.高兴的，充满快乐的 (高中英语单词)
- madness [´mædnis] n.疯狂；狂热 (高中英语单词)
- rascal [´rɑ:skəl] n.流氓 (高中英语单词)
- refrain [ri´frein] v.抑制；忍住 n.迭句 (高中英语单词)
- melancholy [´melənkəli] n.忧郁 a.忧郁的 (高中英语单词)
- confound [kən´faund] v.混淆；使惊惶 (高中英语单词)
- tinker [´tiŋkə] n.&v.补锅(匠) (英语四级单词)
- warrant [´wɔrənt] n.根据；委任书；权利 (英语四级单词)
- imperfect [im´pə:fikt] a.不完全的；未完成的 (英语四级单词)
- nought [nɔ:t] n.=naught (英语四级单词)
- coachman [´kəutʃmən] n.赶马车人 (英语四级单词)
- unsuccessful [,ʌnsək´sesful] a.不成功的，失败的 (英语四级单词)
- conjure [´kʌndʒə] v.祈求；召(鬼)；变魔术 (英语四级单词)
- sincerity [sin´seriti] n.真诚；诚意 (英语四级单词)
- unreasonable [ʌn´ri:zənəbl] a.不合理的；荒唐的 (英语四级单词)
- conveyance [kən´veiəns] n.运送；传达；传播 (英语四级单词)
- madman [´mædmən] n.疯子；狂人 (英语六级单词)
- affliction [ə´flikʃən] n.痛苦，苦恼；折磨 (英语六级单词)
- acknowledgment [ək´nɔlidʒmənt] n.承认；鸣谢 (英语六级单词)
- scoundrel [´skaundrəl] n.&a.无赖(的) (英语六级单词)
- cracked [krækt] a.有裂缝的；碎的；粗哑 (英语六级单词)
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