第9章 THE ARGUMENT(8)
'When Truth and Virtue have to do with thee, A thousand crosses keep them from thy aid;They buy thy help, but Sin ne'er gives a fee;He gratis comes, and thou art well appaid As well to hear as grant what he hath said.
My Collatine would else have come to me When Tarquin did, but he was stayed by thee.
'Guilty thou art of murder and of theft, Guilty of perjury and subornation, Guilty of treason, forgery and shift, Guilty of incest, that abomination;An accessary by thine inclination To all sins past and all that are to come, From the creation to the general doom.
'Misshapen Time, copesmate of ugly Night, Swift subtle post, carrier of grisly care, Eater of youth, false slave to false delight, Base watch of woes, sin's pack-horse, virtue's snare;Thou nursest all and murd'rest all that are.
O, hear me then, injurious, shifting Time!
Be guilty of my death, since of my crime.
'Why hath thy servant Opportunity Betrayed the hours thou gavest me to repose, Cancelled my fortunes and enchained me To endless date of never-ending woes?
Time's office is to fine the hate of foes, To eat up errors by opinion bred, Not spend the dowry of a lawful bed.
'Time's glory is to calm contending kings, To unmask falsehood and bring truth to light, To stamp the seal of time in aged things, To wake the morn and sentinel the night, To wrong the wronger till he render right, To ruinate proud buildings with thy hours And smear with dust their glitt'ring golden towers;'To fill with worm-holes stately monuments, To feed oblivion with decay of things, To blot old books and alter their contents, To pluck the quills from ancient ravens' wings, To dry the old oak's sap and cherish springs, To spoil antiquities of hammered steel And turn the giddy round of Fortune's wheel;'To show the beldam daughters of her daughter, To make the child a man, the man a child, To slay the tiger that doth live by slaughter, To tame the unicorn and lion wild, To mock the subtle in themselves beguiled, To cheer the ploughman with increased crops, And waste huge stones with little water-drops.
'Why work'st thou mischief in thy pilgrimage, Unless thou couldst return to make amends?
One poor retiring minute in an age Would purchase thee a thousand thousand friends, Lending him wit that to bad debtors lends.
O, this dread night, wouldst thou one hour come back, I could prevent this storm and shun thy wrack!
'Thou ceaseless lackey to eternity, With some mischance cross Tarquin in his flight;Devise extremes beyond extremity, To make him curse this cursed crimeful night;Let ghastly shadows his lewd eyes affright, And the dire thought of his committed evil Shape every bush a hideous shapeless devil.
'Disturb his hours of rest with restless trances, Afflict him in his bed with bedrid groans;Let there bechance him pitiful mischances, To make him moan, but pity not his moans.
Stone him with hard'ned hearts, harder than stones;And let mild, women to him lose their mildness, Wilder to him than tigers in their wildness.
'Let him have time to tear his curled hair, Let him have time against himself to rave, Let him have time of time's help to despair, Let him have time to live a loathed slave, Let him have time a beggar's orts to crave, And time to see one that by alms doth live Disdain to him disdained scraps to give.
'Let him have time to see his friends his foes, And merry fools to mock at him resort;Let him have time to mark how slow time goes In time of sorrow, and how swift and short His time of folly and his time of sport;And ever let his unrecalling crime Have time to wail th' abusing of his time.
'O Time, thou tutor both to good and bad, Teach me to curse him that thou taught'st this ill!
At his own shadow let the thief run mad, Himself himself seek every hour to kill!
Such wretched hands such -wretched blood should spill;For who so base would such an office have As sland'rous deathsman to so base a slave?
'The baser is he, coming from a king, To shame his hope with deeds degenerate.
The mightier man, the mightier is the thing That makes him honoured or begets him hate;For greatest scandal waits on greatest state.
The moon being clouded presently is missed, But little stars may hide them when they list.
'The crow may bathe his coal-black wings in mire And unperceived fly with the filth away;But if the like the snow-white swan desire, The stain upon his silver down will stay.
Poor grooms are sightless night, kings glorious day.
Gnats are unnoted wheresoe'er they fly, But eagles gazed upon with every eye.
'Out, idle words, servants to shallow fools!
Unprofitable sounds, weak arbitrators!
Busy yourselves in skill-contending schools;Debate where leisure serves with dull debaters;To trembling clients be you mediators.
For me, I force not argument a straw, Since that my case is past the help of law.
'In vain I rail at Opportunity, At Time, at Tarquin, and uncheerful Night;In vain I cavil with mine infamy, In vain I spurn at my confirmed despite:
This helpless smoke of words doth me no right.
The remedy indeed to do me good Is to let forth my foul-defiled blood.
'Poor hand, why quiver'st thou at this decree?
Honour thyself to rid me of this shame;
For if I die, my honour lives in thee, But if I live, thou livest in my defame.
Since thou couldst not defend thy loyal dame And wast afeard to scratch her wicked foe, Kill both thyself and her for yielding so.'
This said, from her betumbled couch she starteth, To find some desp'rate instrument of death.
But this no slaughterhouse no tool imparteth To make more vent for passage of her breath, Which, thronging through her lips, so vanisheth As smoke from Etna that in air consumes, Or that which from discharged cannon fumes.
'In vain,' quoth she, 'I live, and seek in vain Some happy mean to end a hapless life.
I feared by Tarquin's falchion to be slain, Yet for the selfsame purpose seek a knife;But when I feared I was a loyal wife;
So am I now-O no, that cannot be;
Of that true type hath Tarquin rifled me.
'O, that is gone for which I sought to live, And therefore now I need not fear to die.