Delphi Complete Poetical Works of Algernon Charles Swinburne (Illustrated) (Delphi Poets Series)

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by Algernon Charles Swinburne


  NELSON.

  Being awake,

  Let not it move you.

  DARNLEY.

  Nay, it shall not move.

  Yet were they dreams to shake with waking fear

  A sounder state than mine is.

  NELSON.

  Sir, what dreams?

  DARNLEY.

  No matter what: I’ll tell thee yet some part,

  That thou may’st know I shrink not for no cause.

  I dreamed this bed here was a boat adrift

  Wherein one sat with me who played and sang,

  Yet of his cittern I could hear no note

  Nor in what speech he sang inaudibly,

  But watched his working fingers and quick lips

  As with a passionate and loathing fear,

  And could not speak nor smite him; and methought

  That this was David; and he knew my heart,

  How fain I would have smitten him, and laughed

  As ‘twere to mock my helpless hands and hate.

  So drove we toward a rock whereon one sat

  Singing, that all the highest air of heaven

  Was kindled into light therewith, and shone

  As with a double dawn; stars east and west

  Lightened with love to hear her, and the sky

  Brake in red bloom as leaf-buds break in spring,

  But these bore fires for blossoms: then awhile

  My heart too kindled and sprang up and sang

  And made sweet music in me, to keep time

  With that swift singing; then as fire drops down

  Dropped, and was quenched, and in joy’s stead I felt

  Fear ache in me like hunger; and I saw

  These were not stars nor overhead was heaven,

  But a blind vault more thick and gross than earth,

  The nether firmament that roofs in hell,

  And those hot lights were of lost souls, and this

  The sea of tears and fire below the world

  That still must wash and cleanse not of one curse

  The far foul strands with all its wandering brine:

  And as we drove I felt the shallop’s sides,

  Sapped by the burning water, plank from plank

  Severing; and fain I would have cried on God,

  But that the rank air took me by the throat;

  And ever she that sat on the sea-rock

  Sang, and about her all the reefs were white

  With bones of men whose souls were turned to fire;

  And if she were or were not what I thought

  Meseemed we drew not near enough to know;

  For ere we came to split upon that reef

  The sundering planks opened, and through their breach

  Swarmed in the dense surf of the dolorous sea

  With hands that plucked and tongues thrust out at us,

  And fastened on me flamelike, that my flesh

  Was molten as with earthly fire, and dropped

  From naked bone and sinew; but mine eyes

  The hot surf seared not, nor put out my sense;

  For I beheld and heard out of the surge

  Voices that shrieked and heads that rose, and knew

  Whose all they were, and whence their wrath at me;

  For all these cried upon me that mine ears

  Rang, and my brain was like as beaten brass,

  Vibrating; and the froth of that foul tide

  Was as their spittle shot in my full face

  That burnt it; and with breast and flanks distent

  I strained myself to curse them back, and lacked

  Breath; the sore surge throttled my tongueless speech,

  Though its weight buoyed my dipping chin, that sank

  No lower than where my lips were burnt with brine

  And my throat clenched fast of the strangling sea,

  Till I swam short with sick strokes, as one might

  Whose hands were maimed; then mine ill spirit of sleep

  Shifted, and showed me as a garden walled,

  Wherein I stood naked, a shipwrecked man,

  Stunned yet and staggered from the sea, and soiled

  With all the weed and scurf of the gross wave

  Whose breach had cast me broken on that shore:

  And one came like a god in woman’s flesh

  And took mine eyes with hers, and gave me fruit

  As red as fire, but full of worms within

  That crawled and gendered; and she gave me wine

  But in the cup a toad was; and she said,

  Eat, and I ate, and Drink, and I did drink,

  And sickened; then came one with spur on heel

  Red from his horse o’erridden, smeared with dust,

  And took my hand to lead me as to rest,

  Being bruised yet from the sea-breach; and his hand

  Was as of molten iron wherein mine

  Was as a brand in fire; and at his feet

  The earth split, and I saw within the gulf

  As in clear water mine own writhen face,

  Eaten of worms and living; then I woke.

  NELSON.

  It was a foul and formless dream, my lord,

  With no soul in it.

  DARNLEY.

  Nay, I think it had not.

  And I did mind me waking how the queen

  Sang me a song of shipwreck, and strange seas,

  And love adrift by night, and fires burnt out

  That shine but for a song’s length; I did think

  It was this singing made up half my dream.

  For there was talk of storms in it, and stars,

  And broken ships, and death that rode in the air:

  So was there in my dream. What step comes here?

  Enter Robert Stuart

  ROBERT STUART.

  I come to change less than a word with you,

  And take my leave for all your rest of life.

  DARNLEY.

  I will not speak alone with you again:

  Stay by me there.

  ROBERT STUART.

  Have you not armour on?

  You should not sleep with sword ungirt on thigh,

  Lest one should fall upon you. For this time

  I come indeed to see if you be man

  Or ever knew beyond the naked name

  What grace and office should belong to man

  Or purpose to his sword. Reply not yet;

  I know you are sick, weak, pitiful, half dead,

  And with the ingrained infection of your soul

  Its bodily house grown rotten; all you will;

  You cannot swear yourself that piteous thing

  That I will not believe you wretcheder;

  No flesh could harbour such a worm alive

  As this thing in you taken for a soul,

  And ‘scape corruption; but if you shall live

  To stand again afoot and strike one stroke

  For your own hand and head, you shall fight with me

  Or wear the lie writ red upon your face

  With my hand’s buffet, that you spake who said

  I had given you note of danger from the queen.

  DARNLEY.

  Is it a plot, her plot upon me? Sir,

  By God, I never said so; what I said

  I have heart and sword to uphold against all swords,

  And kill you if I might as many times

  As you shall iterate on me this for true

  Which is most false. When I may stand and go -

  ROBERT STUART.

  Yea, then shall we see fighting. But as now

  You can but swear you said not this of me?

  DARNLEY.

  I am not bound to swear it or unswear

  At any bidding; but so much I will -

  That you may see no hot foul words of yours

  Have quenched in me the old thought of fellowship -

  As swear again I said but what I might

  With honour and clear heart: I spa
ke no word

  To bring you in suspicion, or to turn

  Thwart eyes upon you of men’s jealousies

  Or cast you out of favour with the queen;

  I said but you did warn me of my life,

  As being my fast friend still, I thanked you for it -

  I know not what she says I said - but this

  I know, I spake no treason of you. See,

  This is a foolish wind of wrath that shakes

  And wrecks your faith in me, mine own in you

  Being firm and flawless; what you have said, you have said;

  And what I have spoken of you was no more

  Than I had right to speak and rest your friend.

  ROBERT STUART.

  Will you fight with me to maintain so much?

  DARNLEY.

  If I might rise I would put off my state

  To stand against you equal; you did say it,

  That I was even as one the law damns dead

  And she was parcel of my peril.

  ROBERT STUART.

  Ay!

  You said so to her?

  DARNLEY.

  She will not say I did.

  ROBERT STUART.

  Plight not your faith to that; I am assured

  You said so, and so lied; and this last time

  I bind you yet to meet me on this cause

  Or bear the lie about you as a badge.

  DARNLEY.

  By God, I will grow strong to fight with you.

  ROBERT STUART.

  If I shall see your living face again,

  It shall be as mine enemy’s; foot to foot

  And hand to mortal hand we twain will meet,

  Or ere the day dawn I shall see you dead.

  DARNLEY.

  I am like to die, then? and your warlike words

  Have so much iron in them, and your heart

  Such daring to provoke one wellnigh dead?

  I wist your tongue would move more tenderly

  If I had now my strength of natural hand

  And body to bear arms: but these shall come,

  And you change face and lower your look to see.

  ROBERT STUART.

  I will abide my peril; do you the like,

  You shall do wisely; should I say farewell,

  It were to bid you fare not as they do

  Who are of your kind or of your fortune; yet

  I bid you, sir, fare better than I think.

  Exit.

  DARNLEY.

  Ay, you think venomously. What hour to-day

  Should the queen come?

  NELSON.

  To-night your highness knows

  Her man Sebastian weds a maid of hers,

  And she makes feast for them in Holyrood

  With masque and music; having early supped,

  She will be here somewhile with certain lords

  To visit you, and so pass back ere night.

  DARNLEY.

  She shall not make so much, when I am revived,

  Of outland folk and fiddlers, who should have

  Too much of them by this. I would she had come

  To see me turn the lie back on his lips.

  I did not answer as I might, being whole,

  But yet not like a sick man, ha? like one

  Whose wit and heart lie sick too with his flesh?

  NELSON.

  Nay, with your natural spirit of speech you spoke,

  With the same heart and tongue you have in health.

  DARNLEY.

  I think I did; I would she had come betimes.

  Scene XX. The Garden behind Kirk of Field

  Bothwell, Ormiston, Hay

  BOTHWELL.

  Did I not bid them spare no speed? the devil

  I think has maimed their feet in my despite,

  To keep a knave so piteous out of hell.

  By God, it will be moonrise ere they come.

  ORMISTON.

  Tush, man! the night is close.

  BOTHWELL.

  Ay, close and safe

  As is the lock of a girl’s maidenhood

  When the gold key turns in it. They halt like jades;

  God plague their laggard limbs with goads of fire!

  Must they fall spavined now?

  HAY.

  Here come they three,

  And with charged hands; be not so outward hot,

  But as their charge is ere we give it fire.

  BOTHWELL.

  Teach your own tongue to take your tune, not mine.

  Enter Hepburn with Servants

  Have you some devil’s cramp in your bones, to crawl

  At this worm’s race? Set down your load and go.

  Exeunt Servants.

  What lamed these knaves’ feet or belated you,

  To hold us here thus till the moon were up?

  HEPBURN.

  ’Tis not yet risen; and your own word it was

  Withheld us till the west should cast off red.

  BOTHWELL.

  Well, we have time. Ye three are hands enough

  To bear this down and strew it within the vault

  While I go help the queen here bide her hour

  Till you send Paris to me for a sign.

  Take heed there be no noise. Let but two stay

  To fire the train; you, cousin, for my love

  Shall be one hand thereto. Pass in, and see

  Ye go down sure and softly. From this gate

  Ye know the passage under; go, and speed.

  Exeunt.

  Scene XXI. Darnley’s Chamber

  The Queen, Darnley, Earls of Cassilis, Huntley, and Argyle

  QUEEN.

  But I must chide you for one thing, my lord,

  That you would hold your servant Duram here

  Though it be for love you bear him; he is sick,

  And should not sleep nor watch with you to-night;

  You do not well to keep him from the town

  Against his health, who should take physic there

  And come back whole to serve you.

  DARNLEY.

  Let him go.

  I did but bid him leave me not alone;

  I will have one for service at my hand.

  QUEEN.

  Have you no more but just this young man gone

  Whom I bade go even where was best for him?

  Let your page lie at hand here.

  DARNLEY.

  Nay, I will.

  You sent off Alexander?

  QUEEN.

  He was sick;

  We should show care of them we take to grace

  More friendlike than by cherishing ourselves

  With their forced company; the grace is more

  To take thought for them whom we hold in trust

  Than still to exact their service, tax their faith,

  Whose faith and service we that lean thereon

  Should put to no more toil and pain than needs,

  Requiting love with labour.

  DARNLEY.

  You say well;

  But what should ail him? save that yesterday

  He found his bed-straw here by chance afire

  And flung it out at window; on which plea

  He would not lie to-night here, till I bade him

  Sleep with me as aforetime, being of all

  The man bound closest to my love and trust;

  Then first he spake of sickness, as you heard

  Who sat between us. Nay, but let him go;

  The boy shall serve to sleep here.

  QUEEN.

  Sickness makes

  All wills to serve it like necessity;

  Witness my will to keep my brother here

  Whom his wife’s sickness at St. Andrew’s now

  Parts from our feasts and counsels, caught up hence

  As if a wind had rapt him.

  DARNLEY.

  She is sick too -

  The Lady Murray?

  QUEEN.
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  Nigh to death, he says;

  I know not: who knows how near death he walks

  Who treads as now most upright in the sun

  ARGYLE.

  Why have we death and sickness in our mouths

  Who come forth of a feast not ended yet

  That in good time recalls us?

  QUEEN.

  Presently.

  I would you were in health to dance me down

  To-night but for the bride’s sake; for the groom,

  He may live easier that you grace him not

  Nor gall with favour or with jealousy.

  DARNLEY.

  We twain shall see this night out otherwise.

  QUEEN.

  I am sure you shall see more of rest than I.

  DARNLEY.

  Except I watch for sickness’ sake all night.

  QUEEN.

  That shall you not; I charge you on my love

  Sleep sound for my sake.

  Enter Bothwell

  Are not you the bell

  That strikes the hour to sunder us, my lord?

  BOTHWELL.

  Madam, I strike not yet.

  QUEEN.

  The better; sit,

  And make no sound of parting till your hour,

  No timeless note of severance. My fair lord,

  Have you no fair word for your noble guests?

  DARNLEY.

  I pray you, sirs, of your own gentleness,

  Lay it not to my discourtesy for shame

  That I can but thus sickly entertain

  The grace ye do me; that I meet it so,

  Impute not to my will that is myself

  But to my weakness that is none of me

  Save as our enemy may be part of us,

  And so forgive it.

  HUNTLEY.

  Sir, we are fain to see

  Even in your gracious words that speak you ill

  Some spirit of health already.

  CASSILIS.

  I would pledge

  My name and word you shall not long lie sick

  Who bear yourself thus lordlike.

  Noise below.

 

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