« 上一頁繼續 »
The happier cause of France at length prevails,
Mar. What mean you, Arnold ?
Arn. Encircled here by thy whole country's force, Unable to sustain their fierce assault, And all retreat cut off, we have no prospect But that of total slaughter.
Mar. Hear me, Heav'n!
Arn. The fatal accident again restores thee
Mar. There is no need.
Yet sure my eyes have told my heart was thine.
Arn. Oh, do not name it! With the very thought Frenzy assaults me. No, we must not, cannot, Will not be parted-No
Mar. Alas! I fear The choice will not be ours. A father's pow'r, If France prevails, for ever tears thee from me. And must they conquer ?-Oh, I find, I feel, I've lost already all regard for France : England's my country, any country's mine That gives me but my safety and my love Inform me—tell me—is there no escaping? Arn. Thou wilt need none. For me and for the
Methinks I see thee fall! Behold them strike!
Mar. There is.
Arn. Protect us! -Dire protection!-at the thought My blood runs chill! and horror quite unmans me. Mar. Think on the dangers that you brave by
staying. « Arn. Think, rather, on the hell that I should
merit “ By such desertion--dire and damning guilt! “ How dreadfully it shakes me!
“ Mar. Dost thou tremble ?
« Arn. Suffer! - Thou ?
“ Some well-aim'd weapon, through a bleeding
wound, “ May set thy soul at liberty for ever : “ While I (of mortals though the most undone) 66 Wanting all means of honourable death, “ Must suffer woes beyond description dreadful. “ What are my friends, my father, or my country? “ Cold are the comforts that they all can give, “ When thou, dear darling of my heart, art lost. “ Pleasure and hope, and peace will perish with thee, “ And this forlorn, this joyless bosom, then “ Become the dreary mansion of despair. “ Shall I not rave, blaspheme, and rend my locks? “ Devote the hour that gave me birth ? and curse “ The sun and time, the world, myself and thee? “ 'Till frenzy prompting, 'gainst some dungeon wall “ I dash my burning brains to finish torture.”
Arn. Do not awake, thou lovely pleader, do not,
Mar. Let us then away.
me to it.
Arn. Will daring even to die convince thee?;
Death is a coward's refuge. Dare to live;
Arn. No more, no more
dew? “Each tender tear that falls in sorrow from thee, “(Like melted ore fast dropping on my heart) “Drives life before it with excess of pain. “ Come, friendly slaughter, now my only hope, “ Free me from sufferings not to be endur'd. “ Mar. What I In the hour of trial would'st thou
shrink! “ Steal to the shelter of a timeless grave, “ And leave me on the rack of dire despair ? “Is this a proof of that superior spirit “ Asserted by the lordly boaster, man? “Oh, shame upon thee
" Arn. Hear me
“ Mar. Not the winds, “ That hang the curling billows in the clouds “ Are more impetuous than the rage of scorn