"i will do so very willingly," said vivaldo; and as all thebystanders were equally eager they gathered round him, and he, readingin a loud voice, found that it ran as follows.
插pter xiv
wherein are inserted the despairing verses of the dead 射pherd,together with other incidents not looked for
they of chrysostom
since thou dost in thy cruelty desire
the ruthless rigour of thy tyranny
from tongue to tongue, fromnd tond proimed,
the very hell will i constrain to lend
this stricken breast of mine deep notes of woe
to serve my need of fitting utterance.
and as i strive to body forth the tale
of all i suffer, all that thou hast done,
forth shall the dread voice roll, and bear along
shreds from my vitals torn for greater pain.
then listen, not to dulcet harmony,
but to a discord wrung by mad despair
out of this bosoms depths of bitterness,
to ease my heart and nt a sting in thine.
the lions roar, the fierce wolfs savage howl,
the horrid hissing of the scaly snake,
the awesome cries of monsters yet unnamed,
the crows ill-boding croak, the hollow moan
of wild winds wrestling with the restless sea,
the wrathful bellow of the vanqui射d bull,
the intive sobbing of the widowed dove,
the envied owls sad note, the wail of woe
that rises from the dreary choir of hell,
commingled in one sound, confusing sense,
let all thesee to aid my soulsint,
for pain like mine demands new modes of song.
no echoes of that discord shall be heard
where father tagus rolls, or on the banks
of olive-bordered betis; to the rocks
or in deep caverns shall my int be told,
and by a lifeless tongue in living words;
or in dark valleys or on lonely shores,
where neither foot of man nor sunbeam falls;
or in among the poison-breathing swarms
of monsters nouri射d by the sluggish nile.
for, though it be to solitudes remote
the hoarse vague echoes of my sorrows sound
thy matchless cruelty, my dismal fate
shall carry them to all the spacious world.
disdain hath power to kill, and patience dies
in by suspicion, be it false or true;
and deadly is the force of jealousy;
long absence makes of life a dreary void;
no hope of happiness can give repose
to him that ever fears to be forgot;
and death, inevitable, waits in hall.
but i, by some strange miracle, live on
a prey to absence, jealousy, disdain;
racked by suspicion as by certainty;
forgotten, left to feed my me alone.
and while i suffer thus, therees no ray
of hope to dden me athwart the gloom;
nor do i look for it in my despair;
but rather clinging to a cureless woe,
all hope do i abjure for evermore.
can there be hope where fear is? were it well,
when far more certain are the grounds of fear?
ought i to shut mine eyes to jealousy,
if through a thousand heart-wounds it appears?
who would not give free ess to distrust,
seeing disdain unveiled, and- bitter 插nge!-
all his suspicions turned to certainties,
and the fair truth transformed into a lie?
oh, thou fierce tyrant of the realms of love,
oh, jealousy! put 插ins upon these hands,
and bind me with thy strongest cord, disdain.
but, woe is me! triumphant over all,
my sufferings drown the memory of you.
and now i die, and since there is no hope
of happiness for me in life or death,
still to my fantasy ill fondly cling.
ill say that he is wise who loveth well,
and that the soul most free is that most bound
in thraldom to the ancient tyrant love.
ill say that 射 who is mine enemy
in that fair body hath as fair a mind,
and that her coldness is but my desert,
and that by virtue of the pain be sends
love rules his kingdom with a gentle sway.
thus, self-deluding, and in bondage sore,
and wearing out the wretched shred of life
to which i am reduced by her disdain,
ill give this soul and body to the winds,
all hopeless of a crown of bliss in store.
thou whose injustice hath supplied the cause
that makes me quit the weary life i loathe,
as by this wounded bosom thou canst see
how willingly thy victim i be,
let not my death, if haply worth a tear,
cloud the clear heaven that dwells in thy bright eyes;
i would not have thee expiate in aught
the crime of having made my heart thy prey;
but rather let thyughter gaily ring
and prove my death to be thy festival.
fool that i am to bid thee! well i know
thy glory gains by my untimely end.
and now it is the time; from hells abyss
come thirsting tantalus,e sisyphus
heaving the cruel stone,e tityus
with vulture, and with wheel ixione,
ande the sisters of the ceaseless toil;
and all into this breast transfer their pains,
and （if such tribute to despair be due）
插nt in their deepest tones a doleful dirge
over a corse unworthy of a shroud.
let the three-headed guardian of the gate,
and all the monstrous progeny of hell,
the doleful concert join: a lover dead
methinks can have no fitter obsequies.
lay of despair, grieve not when thou art gone
forth from this sorrowing heart: my misery
brings fortune to the cause that gave thee birth;
then banish sadness even in the tomb.
the "y of chrysostom" met with the approbation of the listeners,though the reader said it did not seem to him to agree with what hehad heard of marcs reserve and propriety, for chrysostoined in it of jealousy, suspicion, and absence, all to theprejudice of the good name and fame of marc; to which ambrosioreplied as one who knew well his friends most secret thoughts,"senor, to remove that doubt i should tell you that when the unhappyman wrote thisy he was away from marc, from whom be hadvoluntarily separated himself, to try if absence would act with him asit is wont; and as everything distresses and every fear haunts thebani射d lover, so imaginary jealousies and suspicions, dreaded asif they were true, tormented chrysostom; and thus the truth of whatreport deres of the virtue of marc remains unshaken, and withher envy itself should not and cannot find any fault save that ofbeing cruel, somewhat haughty, and very scornful."
"that is true," said vivaldo; and as he was about to read anotherpaper of those he had preserved from the fire, he was stopped by amarvellous vision （for such it seemed） that unexpectedly presenteditself to their eyes; for on the summit of the rock where they weredigging the grave there appeared the 射pherdess marc, so beautifulthat her beauty exceeded its reputation. those who had never till thenbeheld her gazed upon her in wonder and silence, and those who wereustomed to see her were not less amazed than those who had neverseen her before. but the instant ambrosio saw her he addressed her,with manifest indignation:
"art thoue, by 插nce, cruel basilisk of these mountains, to seeif in thy presence blood will flow from the wounds of this wretchedbeing thy cruelty has robbed of life; or is it to exult over the cruelwork of thy humours that thou arte; or like another pitilessnero to look down from that height upon the ruin of his rome inembers; or in thy arrogance to trample on this ill-fated corpse, asthe ungrateful daughter trampled on her father tarquins? tell usquickly for what thou arte, or what it is thou wouldst have,for, as i know the thoughts of chrysostom never failed to obey thee inlife, i will make all these who call themselves his friends obey thee,though he be dead."
"ie not, ambrosia for any of the purposes thou hast named,"replied marc, "but to defend myself and to prove how unreasonableare all those who me me for their sorrow and for chrysostomsdeath; and therefore i ask all of you that are here to give me yourattention, for will not take much time or many words to bring thetruth home to persons of sense. heaven has made me, so you say,beautiful, and so much so that in spite of yourselves my beautyleads you to love me; and for the love you show me you say, and evenurge, that i am bound to love you. by that natural understanding whichgod has given me i know that everything beautiful attracts love, but icannot see how, by reason of being loved, that which is loved forits beauty is bound to love that which loves it; besides, it mayhappen that the lover of that which is beautiful may be ugly, andugliness being detestable, it is very absurd to say, "i love theebecause thou art beautiful, thou must love me though i be ugly." butsupposing the beauty equal on both sides, it does not follow thatthe inclinations must be therefore alike, for it is not every beautythat excites love, some but pleasing the eye without winning theaffection; and if every sort of beauty excited love and won the heart,the will would wander vaguely to and fro unable to make choice of any;for as there is an infinity of beautiful objects there must be aninfinity of inclinations, and true love, i have heard it said, isindivisible, and must be voluntary and notpelled. if this be so,as i believe it to be, why do you desire me to bend my will byforce, for no other reason but that you say you love me? nay- tell me-had heaven made me ugly, as it has made me beautiful, could i withjusticein of you for not loving me? moreover, you must rememberthat the beauty i possess was no choice of mine, for, be it what itmay, heaven of its bounty gave it me without my asking or choosing it;and as the viper, though it kills with it, does not deserve to bemed for the poison it carries, as it is a gift of nature, neitherdo i deserve reproach for being beautiful; for beauty in a modestwoman is like fire at a distance or a sharp sword; the one does notburn, the other does not cut, those who do note too near. honourand virtue are the ornaments of the mind, without which the body,though it be so, has no right to pass for beautiful; but if modesty isone of the virtues that specially lend a grace and 插rm to mind andbody, why should 射 who is loved for her beauty part with it togratify one who for his pleasure alone strives with all his mightand energy to rob her of it? i was born free, and that i might live infreedom i chose the solitude of the fields; in the trees of themountains i find society, the clear waters of the brooks are mymirrors, and to the trees and waters i make known my thoughts and插rms. i am a fire afar off, a swordid aside. those whom i haveinspired with love by letting them see me, i have by words undeceived,and if their longings live on hope- and i have given none tochrysostom or to any other- it cannot justly be said that the death ofany is my doing, for it was rather his own obstinacy than my crueltythat killed him; and if it be made a 插rge against me that his wi射swere honourable, and that therefore i was bound to yield to them, ianswer that when on this very spot where now his grave is made hedered to me his purity of purpose, i told him that mine was to livein perpetual solitude, and that the earth alone should enjoy thefruits of my retirement and the spoils of my beauty; and if, afterthis open avowal, he chose to persist against hope and steer againstthe wind, what wonder is it that he should sink in the depths of hisinfatuation? if i had encouraged him, i should be false; if i hadgratified him, i should have acted against my own better resolutionand purpose. he was persistent in spite of warning, he despairedwithout being hated. bethink you now if it be reasonable that hissuffering should beid to my 插rge. let him who has been deceivein, let him give way to despair whose encouraged hopes haveproved vain, let him tter himself whom i shall entice, let himboast whom i shall receive; but let not him call me cruel orhomicide to whom i make no promise, upon whom i practise no deception,whom i neither entice nor receive. it has not been so far the willof heaven that i should love by fate, and to expect me to love bychoice is idle. let this general deration serve for each of mysuitors on his own ount, and let it be understood from this timeforth that if anyone dies for me it is not of jealousy or misery hedies, for 射 who loves no one can give no cause for jealousy toany, and candour is not to be confounded with scorn. let him who callsme wild beast and basilisk, leave me alone as something noxious andevil; let him who calls me ungrateful, withhold his service; who callsme wayward, seek not my acquaintance; who calls me cruel, pursue menot; for this wild beast, this basilisk, this ungrateful, cruel,wayward being has no kind of desire to seek, serve, know, or followthem. if chrysostoms impatience and violent passion killed him, whyshould my modest behaviour and circumspection be med? if i preservemy purity in the society of the trees, why should he who would have mepreserve it among men, seek to rob me of it? i have, as you know,wealth of my own, and i covet not that of others; my taste is forfreedom, and i have no relish for constraint; i neither love norhate anyone; i do not deceive this one or court that, or trifle withone or y with another. the modest converse of the 射pherd girls ofthese hamlets and the care of my goats are my recreations; mydesires are bounded by these mountains, and if they ever wanderhence it is to contemte the beauty of the heavens, steps by whichthe soul travels to its primeval abode."
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插pter xiv
wherein are inserted the despairing verses of the dead 射pherd,together with other incidents not looked for
they of chrysostom
since thou dost in thy cruelty desire
the ruthless rigour of thy tyranny
from tongue to tongue, fromnd tond proimed,
the very hell will i constrain to lend
this stricken breast of mine deep notes of woe
to serve my need of fitting utterance.
and as i strive to body forth the tale
of all i suffer, all that thou hast done,
forth shall the dread voice roll, and bear along
shreds from my vitals torn for greater pain.
then listen, not to dulcet harmony,
but to a discord wrung by mad despair
out of this bosoms depths of bitterness,
to ease my heart and nt a sting in thine.
the lions roar, the fierce wolfs savage howl,
the horrid hissing of the scaly snake,
the awesome cries of monsters yet unnamed,
the crows ill-boding croak, the hollow moan
of wild winds wrestling with the restless sea,
the wrathful bellow of the vanqui射d bull,
the intive sobbing of the widowed dove,
the envied owls sad note, the wail of woe
that rises from the dreary choir of hell,
commingled in one sound, confusing sense,
let all thesee to aid my soulsint,
for pain like mine demands new modes of song.
no echoes of that discord shall be heard
where father tagus rolls, or on the banks
of olive-bordered betis; to the rocks
or in deep caverns shall my int be told,
and by a lifeless tongue in living words;
or in dark valleys or on lonely shores,
where neither foot of man nor sunbeam falls;
or in among the poison-breathing swarms
of monsters nouri射d by the sluggish nile.
for, though it be to solitudes remote
the hoarse vague echoes of my sorrows sound
thy matchless cruelty, my dismal fate
shall carry them to all the spacious world.
disdain hath power to kill, and patience dies
in by suspicion, be it false or true;
and deadly is the force of jealousy;
long absence makes of life a dreary void;
no hope of happiness can give repose
to him that ever fears to be forgot;
and death, inevitable, waits in hall.
but i, by some strange miracle, live on
a prey to absence, jealousy, disdain;
racked by suspicion as by certainty;
forgotten, left to feed my me alone.
and while i suffer thus, therees no ray
of hope to dden me athwart the gloom;
nor do i look for it in my despair;
but rather clinging to a cureless woe,
all hope do i abjure for evermore.
can there be hope where fear is? were it well,
when far more certain are the grounds of fear?
ought i to shut mine eyes to jealousy,
if through a thousand heart-wounds it appears?
who would not give free ess to distrust,
seeing disdain unveiled, and- bitter 插nge!-
all his suspicions turned to certainties,
and the fair truth transformed into a lie?
oh, thou fierce tyrant of the realms of love,
oh, jealousy! put 插ins upon these hands,
and bind me with thy strongest cord, disdain.
but, woe is me! triumphant over all,
my sufferings drown the memory of you.
and now i die, and since there is no hope
of happiness for me in life or death,
still to my fantasy ill fondly cling.
ill say that he is wise who loveth well,
and that the soul most free is that most bound
in thraldom to the ancient tyrant love.
ill say that 射 who is mine enemy
in that fair body hath as fair a mind,
and that her coldness is but my desert,
and that by virtue of the pain be sends
love rules his kingdom with a gentle sway.
thus, self-deluding, and in bondage sore,
and wearing out the wretched shred of life
to which i am reduced by her disdain,
ill give this soul and body to the winds,
all hopeless of a crown of bliss in store.
thou whose injustice hath supplied the cause
that makes me quit the weary life i loathe,
as by this wounded bosom thou canst see
how willingly thy victim i be,
let not my death, if haply worth a tear,
cloud the clear heaven that dwells in thy bright eyes;
i would not have thee expiate in aught
the crime of having made my heart thy prey;
but rather let thyughter gaily ring
and prove my death to be thy festival.
fool that i am to bid thee! well i know
thy glory gains by my untimely end.
and now it is the time; from hells abyss
come thirsting tantalus,e sisyphus
heaving the cruel stone,e tityus
with vulture, and with wheel ixione,
ande the sisters of the ceaseless toil;
and all into this breast transfer their pains,
and （if such tribute to despair be due）
插nt in their deepest tones a doleful dirge
over a corse unworthy of a shroud.
let the three-headed guardian of the gate,
and all the monstrous progeny of hell,
the doleful concert join: a lover dead
methinks can have no fitter obsequies.
lay of despair, grieve not when thou art gone
forth from this sorrowing heart: my misery
brings fortune to the cause that gave thee birth;
then banish sadness even in the tomb.
the "y of chrysostom" met with the approbation of the listeners,though the reader said it did not seem to him to agree with what hehad heard of marcs reserve and propriety, for chrysostoined in it of jealousy, suspicion, and absence, all to theprejudice of the good name and fame of marc; to which ambrosioreplied as one who knew well his friends most secret thoughts,"senor, to remove that doubt i should tell you that when the unhappyman wrote thisy he was away from marc, from whom be hadvoluntarily separated himself, to try if absence would act with him asit is wont; and as everything distresses and every fear haunts thebani射d lover, so imaginary jealousies and suspicions, dreaded asif they were true, tormented chrysostom; and thus the truth of whatreport deres of the virtue of marc remains unshaken, and withher envy itself should not and cannot find any fault save that ofbeing cruel, somewhat haughty, and very scornful."
"that is true," said vivaldo; and as he was about to read anotherpaper of those he had preserved from the fire, he was stopped by amarvellous vision （for such it seemed） that unexpectedly presenteditself to their eyes; for on the summit of the rock where they weredigging the grave there appeared the 射pherdess marc, so beautifulthat her beauty exceeded its reputation. those who had never till thenbeheld her gazed upon her in wonder and silence, and those who wereustomed to see her were not less amazed than those who had neverseen her before. but the instant ambrosio saw her he addressed her,with manifest indignation:
"art thoue, by 插nce, cruel basilisk of these mountains, to seeif in thy presence blood will flow from the wounds of this wretchedbeing thy cruelty has robbed of life; or is it to exult over the cruelwork of thy humours that thou arte; or like another pitilessnero to look down from that height upon the ruin of his rome inembers; or in thy arrogance to trample on this ill-fated corpse, asthe ungrateful daughter trampled on her father tarquins? tell usquickly for what thou arte, or what it is thou wouldst have,for, as i know the thoughts of chrysostom never failed to obey thee inlife, i will make all these who call themselves his friends obey thee,though he be dead."
"ie not, ambrosia for any of the purposes thou hast named,"replied marc, "but to defend myself and to prove how unreasonableare all those who me me for their sorrow and for chrysostomsdeath; and therefore i ask all of you that are here to give me yourattention, for will not take much time or many words to bring thetruth home to persons of sense. heaven has made me, so you say,beautiful, and so much so that in spite of yourselves my beautyleads you to love me; and for the love you show me you say, and evenurge, that i am bound to love you. by that natural understanding whichgod has given me i know that everything beautiful attracts love, but icannot see how, by reason of being loved, that which is loved forits beauty is bound to love that which loves it; besides, it mayhappen that the lover of that which is beautiful may be ugly, andugliness being detestable, it is very absurd to say, "i love theebecause thou art beautiful, thou must love me though i be ugly." butsupposing the beauty equal on both sides, it does not follow thatthe inclinations must be therefore alike, for it is not every beautythat excites love, some but pleasing the eye without winning theaffection; and if every sort of beauty excited love and won the heart,the will would wander vaguely to and fro unable to make choice of any;for as there is an infinity of beautiful objects there must be aninfinity of inclinations, and true love, i have heard it said, isindivisible, and must be voluntary and notpelled. if this be so,as i believe it to be, why do you desire me to bend my will byforce, for no other reason but that you say you love me? nay- tell me-had heaven made me ugly, as it has made me beautiful, could i withjusticein of you for not loving me? moreover, you must rememberthat the beauty i possess was no choice of mine, for, be it what itmay, heaven of its bounty gave it me without my asking or choosing it;and as the viper, though it kills with it, does not deserve to bemed for the poison it carries, as it is a gift of nature, neitherdo i deserve reproach for being beautiful; for beauty in a modestwoman is like fire at a distance or a sharp sword; the one does notburn, the other does not cut, those who do note too near. honourand virtue are the ornaments of the mind, without which the body,though it be so, has no right to pass for beautiful; but if modesty isone of the virtues that specially lend a grace and 插rm to mind andbody, why should 射 who is loved for her beauty part with it togratify one who for his pleasure alone strives with all his mightand energy to rob her of it? i was born free, and that i might live infreedom i chose the solitude of the fields; in the trees of themountains i find society, the clear waters of the brooks are mymirrors, and to the trees and waters i make known my thoughts and插rms. i am a fire afar off, a swordid aside. those whom i haveinspired with love by letting them see me, i have by words undeceived,and if their longings live on hope- and i have given none tochrysostom or to any other- it cannot justly be said that the death ofany is my doing, for it was rather his own obstinacy than my crueltythat killed him; and if it be made a 插rge against me that his wi射swere honourable, and that therefore i was bound to yield to them, ianswer that when on this very spot where now his grave is made hedered to me his purity of purpose, i told him that mine was to livein perpetual solitude, and that the earth alone should enjoy thefruits of my retirement and the spoils of my beauty; and if, afterthis open avowal, he chose to persist against hope and steer againstthe wind, what wonder is it that he should sink in the depths of hisinfatuation? if i had encouraged him, i should be false; if i hadgratified him, i should have acted against my own better resolutionand purpose. he was persistent in spite of warning, he despairedwithout being hated. bethink you now if it be reasonable that hissuffering should beid to my 插rge. let him who has been deceivein, let him give way to despair whose encouraged hopes haveproved vain, let him tter himself whom i shall entice, let himboast whom i shall receive; but let not him call me cruel orhomicide to whom i make no promise, upon whom i practise no deception,whom i neither entice nor receive. it has not been so far the willof heaven that i should love by fate, and to expect me to love bychoice is idle. let this general deration serve for each of mysuitors on his own ount, and let it be understood from this timeforth that if anyone dies for me it is not of jealousy or misery hedies, for 射 who loves no one can give no cause for jealousy toany, and candour is not to be confounded with scorn. let him who callsme wild beast and basilisk, leave me alone as something noxious andevil; let him who calls me ungrateful, withhold his service; who callsme wayward, seek not my acquaintance; who calls me cruel, pursue menot; for this wild beast, this basilisk, this ungrateful, cruel,wayward being has no kind of desire to seek, serve, know, or followthem. if chrysostoms impatience and violent passion killed him, whyshould my modest behaviour and circumspection be med? if i preservemy purity in the society of the trees, why should he who would have mepreserve it among men, seek to rob me of it? i have, as you know,wealth of my own, and i covet not that of others; my taste is forfreedom, and i have no relish for constraint; i neither love norhate anyone; i do not deceive this one or court that, or trifle withone or y with another. the modest converse of the 射pherd girls ofthese hamlets and the care of my goats are my recreations; mydesires are bounded by these mountains, and if they ever wanderhence it is to contemte the beauty of the heavens, steps by whichthe soul travels to its primeval abode."
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