莎翁喜剧《终成眷属》，剧终啦……ACT V SCENE III Rousillon. The COUNT's palace. [ Flourish. Enter KING, COUNTESS, LAFEU, the two French Lords, with Attendants ]KING We lost a jewel of her; and our esteemWas made much poorer by it: but your son,As mad in folly, lack'd the sense to knowHer estimation home.COUNTESS'Tis past, my liege;5And I beseech your majesty to make itNatural rebellion, done i' the blaze of youth;When oil and fire, too strong for reason's force,O'erbears it and burns on.KINGMy honour'd lady,10I have forgiven and forgotten all;Though my revenges were high bent upon him,And watch'd the time to shoot.LAFEUThis I must say,But first I beg my pardon, the young lord15Did to his majesty, his mother and his ladyOffence of mighty note; but to himselfThe greatest wrong of all. He lost a wifeWhose beauty did astonish the surveyOf richest eyes, whose words all ears took captive,20Whose dear perfection hearts that scorn'd to serveHumbly call'd mistress.KINGPraising what is lostMakes the remembrance dear. Well, call him hither;We are reconciled, and the first view shall kill25All repetition: let him not ask our pardon;The nature of his great offence is dead,And deeper than oblivion we do buryThe incensing relics of it: let him approach,A stranger, no offender; and inform him30So 'tis our will he should.GentlemanI shall, my liege.[Exit]KINGWhat says he to your daughter? have you spoke?LAFEUAll that he is hath reference to your highness.KINGThen shall we have a match. I have letters sent me35That set him high in fame.[Enter BERTRAM]LAFEUHe looks well on't.KINGI am not a day of season,For thou mayst see a sunshine and a hailIn me at once: but to the brightest beams40Distracted clouds give way; so stand thou forth;The time is fair again.BERTRAMMy high-repented blames,Dear sovereign, pardon to me.KINGAll is whole;45Not one word more of the consumed time.Let's take the instant by the forward top;For we are old, and on our quick'st decreesThe inaudible and noiseless foot of TimeSteals ere we can effect them. You remember50The daughter of this lord?BERTRAMAdmiringly, my liege, at firstI stuck my choice upon her, ere my heartDurst make too bold a herald of my tongueWhere the impression of mine eye infixing,55Contempt his scornful perspective did lend me,Which warp'd the line of every other favour;Scorn'd a fair colour, or express'd it stolen;Extended or contracted all proportionsTo a most hideous object: thence it came60That she whom all men praised and whom myself,Since I have lost, have loved, was in mine eyeThe dust that did offend it.KINGWell excused:That thou didst love her, strikes some scores away65From the great compt: but love that comes too late,Like a remorseful pardon slowly carried,To the great sender turns a sour offence,Crying, 'That's good that's gone.' Our rash faultsMake trivial price of serious things we have,70Not knowing them until we know their grave:Oft our displeasures, to ourselves unjust,Destroy our friends and after weep their dustOur own love waking cries to see what's done,While shame full late sleeps out the afternoon.75Be this sweet Helen's knell, and now forget her.Send forth your amorous token for fair Maudlin:The main consents are had; and here we'll stayTo see our widower's second marriage-day.COUNTESSWhich better than the first, O dear heaven, bless!80Or, ere they meet, in me, O nature, cesse!LAFEUCome on, my son, in whom my house's nameMust be digested, give a favour from youTo sparkle in the spirits of my daughter,That she may quickly come.85[BERTRAM gives a ring]By my old beard,And every hair that's on't, Helen, that's dead,Was a sweet creature: such a ring as this,The last that e'er I took her at court,I saw upon her finger.90BERTRAMHers it was not.KINGNow, pray you, let me see it; for mine eye,While I was speaking, oft was fasten'd to't.This ring was mine; and, when I gave it Helen,I bade her, if her fortunes ever stood95Necessitied to help, that by this tokenI would relieve her. Had you that craft, to reaveherOf what should stead her most?BERTRAMMy gracious sovereign,100Howe'er it pleases you to take it so,The ring was never hers.COUNTESSSon, on my life,I have seen her wear it; and she reckon'd itAt her life's rate.105LAFEUI am sure I saw her wear it.BERTRAMYou are deceived, my lord; she never saw it:In Florence was it from a casement thrown me,Wrapp'd in a paper, which contain'd the nameOf her that threw it: noble she was, and thought110I stood engaged: but when I had subscribedTo mine own fortune and inform'd her fullyI could not answer in that course of honourAs she had made the overture, she ceasedIn heavy satisfaction and would never115Receive the ring again.KINGPlutus himself,That knows the tinct and multiplying medicine,Hath not in nature's mystery more scienceThan I have in this ring: 'twas mine, 'twas Helen's,120Whoever gave it you. Then, if you knowThat you are well acquainted with yourself,Confess 'twas hers, and by what rough enforcementYou got it from her: she call'd the saints to suretyThat she would never put it from her finger,125Unless she gave it to yourself in bed,Where you have never come, or sent it usUpon her great disaster.BERTRAMShe never saw it.KINGThou speak'st it falsely, as I love mine honour;130And makest conjectural fears to come into meWhich I would fain shut out. If it should proveThat thou art so inhuman,--'twill not prove so;--And yet I know not: thou didst hate her deadly,And she is dead; which nothing, but to close135Her eyes myself, could win me to believe,More than to see this ring. Take him away.[Guards seize BERTRAM]My fore-past proofs, howe'er the matter fall,Shall tax my fears of little vanity,Having vainly fear'd too little. Away with him!140We'll sift this matter further.BERTRAMIf you shall proveThis ring was ever hers, you shall as easyProve that I husbanded her bed in Florence,Where yet she never was.145[Exit, guarded]KINGI am wrapp'd in dismal thinkings.[Enter a Gentleman]GentlemanGracious sovereign,Whether I have been to blame or no, I know not:Here's a petition from a Florentine,Who hath for four or five removes come short150To tender it herself. I undertook it,Vanquish'd thereto by the fair grace and speechOf the poor suppliant, who by this I knowIs here attending: her business looks in herWith an importing visage; and she told me,155In a sweet verbal brief, it did concernYour highness with herself.KING[Reads] Upon his many protestations to marry mewhen his wife was dead, I blush to say it, he wonme. Now is the Count Rousillon a widower: his vows160are forfeited to me, and my honour's paid to him. Hestole from Florence, taking no leave, and I followhim to his country for justice: grant it me, Oking! in you it best lies; otherwise a seducerflourishes, and a poor maid is undone.165DIANA CAPILET.LAFEUI will buy me a son-in-law in a fair, and toll forthis: I'll none of him.KINGThe heavens have thought well on thee Lafeu,To bring forth this discovery. Seek these suitors:170Go speedily and bring again the count.I am afeard the life of Helen, lady,Was foully snatch'd.COUNTESSNow, justice on the doers![Re-enter BERTRAM, guarded]KINGI wonder, sir, sith wives are monsters to you,175And that you fly them as you swear them lordship,Yet you desire to marry.[Enter Widow and DIANA]What woman's that?DIANAI am, my lord, a wretched Florentine,Derived from the ancient Capilet:180My suit, as I do understand, you know,And therefore know how far I may be pitied.WidowI am her mother, sir, whose age and honourBoth suffer under this complaint we bring,And both shall cease, without your remedy.185KINGCome hither, count; do you know these women?BERTRAMMy lord, I neither can nor will denyBut that I know them: do they charge me further?DIANAWhy do you look so strange upon your wife?BERTRAMShe's none of mine, my lord.190DIANAIf you shall marry,You give away this hand, and that is mine;You give away heaven's vows, and those are mine;You give away myself, which is known mine;For I by vow am so embodied yours,195That she which marries you must marry me,Either both or none.LAFEUYour reputation comes too short for my daughter; youare no husband for her.BERTRAMMy lord, this is a fond and desperate creature,200Whom sometime I have laugh'd with: let your highnessLay a more noble thought upon mine honourThan for to think that I would sink it here.KINGSir, for my thoughts, you have them ill to friendTill your deeds gain them: fairer prove your honour205Than in my thought it lies.DIANAGood my lord,Ask him upon his oath, if he does thinkHe had not my virginity.KINGWhat say'st thou to her?210BERTRAMShe's impudent, my lord,And was a common gamester to the camp.DIANAHe does me wrong, my lord; if I were so,He might have bought me at a common price:Do not believe him. O, behold this ring,215Whose high respect and rich validityDid lack a parallel; yet for all thatHe gave it to a commoner o' the camp,If I be one.COUNTESSHe blushes, and 'tis it:220Of six preceding ancestors, that gem,Conferr'd by testament to the sequent issue,Hath it been owed and worn. This is his wife;That ring's a thousand proofs.KINGMethought you said225You saw one here in court could witness it.DIANAI did, my lord, but loath am to produceSo bad an instrument: his name's Parolles.LAFEUI saw the man to-day, if man he be.KINGFind him, and bring him hither.230[Exit an Attendant]BERTRAMWhat of him?He's quoted for a most perfidious slave,With all the spots o' the world tax'd and debosh'd;Whose nature sickens but to speak a truth.Am I or that or this for what he'll utter,235That will speak any thing?KINGShe hath that ring of yours.BERTRAMI think she has: certain it is I liked her,And boarded her i' the wanton way of youth:She knew her distance and did angle for me,240Madding my eagerness with her restraint,As all impediments in fancy's courseAre motives of more fancy; and, in fine,Her infinite cunning, with her modern grace,Subdued me to her rate: she got the ring;245And I had that which
