第2章

1601 Mark Twain 17687 字 1个月前

[Mem。——ThefollowingissupposedtobeanextractfromthediaryofthePepysofthatday,thesamebeingQueenElizabeth’scup—bearer。Heissupposedtobeofancientandnoblelineage;thathedespisestheseliterarycanaille;thathissoulconsumeswithwrath,toseethequeenstoopingtotalkwithsuch;andthattheoldmanfeelsthathisnobilityisdefiledbycontactwithShakespeare,etc。,andyethehasgottostaytheretillherMajestychoosestodismisshim。]

YESTERNIGHT

tokehermaisteyequeeneafantasiesuchasshesometimeshath,andhadtoherclosetcertainthatdoewriteplayes,bokes,andsuchlike,thesebeingmylordBacon,hisworshipSirWalterRalegh,Mr。BenJonson,andyechildFrancisBeaumonte,whichbeingbutsixteen,hathyetturnedhishandtoyedoingofyeLattinmastersintoourEnglishetong,withgretediscretionandmuchapplaus。AlsocamewiththeseyefamousShaxpur。A

rightestraungemixingtrulyofmightyblodewithmean,yemoreinespecialsinceyequeenesgracewaspresent,aslikewisethesefollowing,towit:YeDuchessofBilgewater,twenty—twoyeresofage;yeCountesseofGranby,twenty—six;herdoter,yeLadyHelen,fifteen;asalsothesetwomaidesofhonor,to—wit,yeLadyMargeryBoothy,sixty—five,andyeLadyAliceDilberry,turnedseventy,shebeingtwoyeresyequeenesgraceselder。

Ibeinghermaitescup—bearer,hadnochoicebuttoremaineandbeholderankforgot,andyehighholdeconversewhyelowasupponequaltermes,agretescandaldidyeworldhearethereof。

Inyeheatofyetalkitbefelytonedidbreakewind,yieldinganexcedingmightieanddistresfullstink,whereatalldidlaughfullsore,andthen——

YeQueene。——VerilyinmineeightandsixtyyereshaveInotheardthefellowtothisfart。Meseemeth,byyegretesoundandclamourofit,itwasmale;yetyebellyitdidlurkbehindeshouldenowfallleanandflatagainstyespineofhimythathbenedeliveredofsostatelyandsowasteabulk,whereasyegutsofthemytdoequiff—splittersbear,standcomelystillandrounde。Pritheeletyeauthorconfessyeoffspring。

WillmyLadyAlicetestify?

LadyAlice。——Goodyourgrace,an’Ihadroomforsuchathundergustwithinmineancientbowels,’tisnotinreasonIcouldedischargeyesameandlivetothankGodforytHedidchoosehandmaidsohumblewherebytoshewhispower。Nay,’tisnotIythavebroughteforththisricho’ermasteringfog,thisfragrantgloom,soprayyouseekeyefurther。

YeQueene。——MayhapyeLadyMargeryhathdoneyecompaniethisfavor?

LadyMargery。——Sopleaseyoumadam,mylimbsarefeeblewhyeweighteanddrouthoffiveandsixtywinters,anditbehovethytIbetenderuntothem。InyegoodprovidenceofGod,an’Ihadcontainedthiswonder,forsoothewoldeIhavegi’en’yewholeeveningofmysinkinglifetoyedribblingofitforth,withtremblinganduneasysoul,notlauncheditsuddeninitsmatchlessmight,takingmineownlifewithviolence,rendingmyweakframelikerottenrags。ItwasnotI,yourmaisty。

YeQueene。——O’God’sname,whohathfavoredus?Hathitcometopassytafartshallfartitself?Notsuchaoneasthis,Itrow。YoungMasterBeaumont——butno;’twouldhavewaftedhimtoheavenlikedownofgoose’sboddy。’TwasnotyelittleLadyHelen——nay,ne’erblush,mychild;

thoul’tticklethytendermaidenheddewithmanyamousie—squeakbeforethoulearnesttoblowaharricanelikethis。Wasn’tyou,mylearnedandingeniousJonson?

Jonson。——Sofellablasthathne’ermineearssaluted,noryetastenchsoall—pervadingandimmortal。’Twasnotanovicedidit,goodyourmaisty,butoneofveteranexperience——elsehaddehefailedofconfidence。InsoothitwasnotI。

YeQueene。——MylordBacon?

LordBacon。—Notfrommyleaneentraileshaththisprodigyburstforth,sopleaseyourgrace。Naughtdothsobefityegreteasgreteperformance;

andhaplyshallyefindeyt’tisnotfrommediocritythismiraclehathissued。

[Tho’yesubjoctbebutafart,yetwillthistedioussinkoflearningpondrouslyphillosophize。Meantimedidthefoulanddeadlystinkpervadeallplacestothatdegree,ytneversmeltIyelike,yetdareInottoleaveyepresence,albeitIwasliketosuffocate。]

YeQueene。——WhatsaithyeworshipfulMasterShaxpur?

Shaxpur。——InthegreathandofGodIstandandsoproclaimmineinnocence。Thoughyesinlesshostsofheavenhadforetoldyecomingofthismostdesolatingbreath,proclaimingitaworkofuninspiredman,itsquakingthunders,itsfirmament—cloggingrottennesshisownachievementinduecourseofnature,yethadnotIbelievedit;buthadsaidthepititselfhathfurnishedforththestink,andheaven’sartilleryhathshooktheglobeinadmirationofit。

[Thenwasthereasilence,andeachdidturnhimtowardtheworshipfulSrWalterRalegh,thatbrowned,embattled,bloodyswashbuckler,whorisingupdidsmile,andsimperingsay,]

SrW。——Mostgraciousmaisty,’twasIthatdidit,butindeeditwassopoorandfrailanote,comparedwithsuchasIamwonttofurnish,ytinsoothIwasashamedtocalltheweaklingmineinsoaugustapresence。

Itwasnothing——lessthannothing,madam——Ididitbuttoclearmynetherthroat;buthadIcomeprepared,thenhadIdeliveredsomethingworthy。

Bearwithme,pleaseyourgrace,tillIcanmakeamends。

[Thendeliveredhehimselfofsuchagodlessandrock—shiveringblastthatallwerefaintostoptheirears,andfollowingitdidcomesodenseandfoulastinkthatthatwhichwentbeforedidseemapoorandtriflingthingbesideit。Thensaithhe,feigningthatheblushedandwasconfused,IperceivethatIamweakto—day,andcannotjusticedountomypowers;andsathimdownaswhoshouldsay,There,itisnotmuchyethethathathanarsetospare,lethimfellowthat,an’hethinkhecan。ByGod,an’Iwereyequeene,Iwoulde’entipthisswaggeringbraggartouto’thecourt,andlethimairhisgrandeursandbreakhisintolerablewindbeforeyedeafandsuchassuffocationpleaseth。]

Thenfelltheytotalkaboutyemannersandcustomsofmanypeoples,andMasterShaxpurspakeofyebokeofyesieurMichaeldeMontaine,whereinwasmentionofyecustomofwidowsofPerigordtowearupponyeheaddress,insignofwidowhood,ajewelinyesimilitudeofaman’smemberwiltedandlimber,whereatyequeenedidlaughandsaywidowsinEnglanddoewearprickestoo,butbetwixtthethighs,andnotwiltedneither,tillcoitionhathdonethatofficeforthem。MasterShaxpurdidlikewiseobservehowytyesieurdeMontainehathalsospokenofacertainemperorofsuchmightyprowessthathedidtaketenmaidenheddesinyecompassofasinglenight,yewhilehisempressdidentertaintwoandtwentylustyknightsbetweenhersheetes,yetwasnotsatisfied;

whereatyemerrieCountessGranbysaitharamisyetyeemperor’ssuperior,sithhewiltupaboveahundredyewes’twixtsunandsun;andafter,ifhecanhavenonemoretoshag,willmasturbateuntilhehathenrich’dwholeacreswithhisseed。

Thenspakeyedamnedwindmill,SrWalter,ofapeopleinyeuttermostpartsofAmerica,ytcapulatenotuntiltheybefiveandthirtyyeresofage,yewomenbeingeightandtwenty,anddoitthenbutonceinsevenyeres。

YeQueene。——HowdoththatlikemylittleLadyHelen?Shallwesendtheethitherandpreservethybelly?

LadyHelen。——Pleaseyourhighnessesgrace,mineoldnursehathtoldmetherearemorewaysofservingGodthanbylockingthethighstogether;

yetamIwillingtoservehimytwaytoo,sithyourhighnessesgracehathsetyeensample。

YeQueene。——God’wowndesagoodanswer,childe。

LadyAlice。——Mayhap’twillweakenwhenyehairsproutsbelowyenavel。

LadyHelen。——Nay,itsproutedtwoyeressyne;Icanscarcemorethancoveritwithmyhandnow。

YeQueene。——HearYethat,mylittleBeaumonte?Haveyenotalittlebirdeaboutyethatstirsathearingtellofsosweeteaneste?

Beaumonte。——’Tisnotinsensible,illustriousmadam;butmousingowlsandbatsoflowdegreemaynotaspiretoblisssowhelmingandecstaticasisfoundinyedownynestsofbirdesofParadise。

YeQueene。——ByyegulletofGod,’tisaneat—turnedcompliment。Withsuchatongueasthine,lad,thou’ltspreadtheivorythighsofmanyawillingmaideinthygoodtime,an’thycod—piecebeashandyasthyspeeche。

ThenspakeyequeeneofhowshemetoldRabelaiswhenshewasturnedoffifteen,andhedidtellherofamanhisfatherknewthathadadoublepairofbollocks,whereonacontroversyfollowedasconcerningthemostjustwaytospelltheword,yecontentionrunninghighbetwixtyelearnedBaconandyeingeniousJonson,untilatlastyeoldLadyMargery,wearyingofitall,saith,’Gentles,whatmatterethithowyeshallspelltheword?IwarrantYewhenyeuseyourbollocksyeshallnotthinkofit;andmyLadyGranby,beyecontent;letthespellingbe,yeshallenjoythebeatingofthemonyourbuttocksjustthesame,Itrow。BeforeIhadgainedmyfourteenthyearIhadlearntthatthemthatwouldexploreacuntstop’dnottoconsiderthespellingo’t。’

SrW。——Insooth,whenashift’sturnedup,delayismeetfornaughtbutdalliance。Boccacciohathastoryofapriestthatdidbeguileamaidintohiscell,thenknelthiminacornertoprayforgracetoberightlythankfulforthistendermaidenheadyeLordhadsenthim;butyeabbot,spyingthroughyekey—hole,didseeatuftofbrownishhairwithfairwhitefleshaboutit,whereforewhenyepriest’sprayerwasdone,hischancewasgone,forasmuchasyelittlemaidhadbutyeonecunt,andthatwasalreadyoccupiedtohercontent。

Thenconversedtheyofreligion,andyemightieworkyeolddeadLutherdiddoebyyegraceofGod。Thennextaboutpoetry,andMasterShaxpurdidredeapartofhisKingHenryIV。,yewhich,itseemethuntome,isnotofyevalueofanarsefullofashes,yettheypraiseditbravely,oneandall。

Yesamedidredeaportionofhis\"VenusandAdonis,\"totheirprodigiousadmiration,whereasI,beingsleepyandfatiguedwithal,diddemeitbutpaltrystuff,andwasthemorediscomfortedinthatyeblodybucanierhadgothiswindagain,anddidturnhismindtofartingwithsuchvillainzealthatpresentlyIwasliketochokeoncemore。Goddamnthiswindyruffianandallhisbreed。Iwoldethathellmightegethim。

TheytalkedaboutyewonderfuldefensewhicholdSr。NicholasThrogmortondidmakeforhimselfbeforeyejudgesinyetimeofMary;whichwasunluckymattertobroach,sithitfetchedoutyequenewitha’Pityythe,havingsomuchwit,hadyetnotenoughtosavehisdoter’smaidenheddesoundforhermarriage—bed。’Andyequenedidgiveyedamn’dSr。Walteralookytmadehymwince——forshehathnotforgothewasherownloveritytoldeday。Therewassilentuncomfortablenessnow;’twasnotagoodturnfortalktotake,sithifyequeenemustfindoffenseinalittleharmlessdebauching,whenprickswerestiffandcuntsnotloathetotakeyestiffnessoutofthem,whoofthiscompanywassinless;

behold,wasnotyewifeofMasterShaxpurfourmonthsgonewithchildwhenshestooduppebeforeyealtar?WasnotherGraceofBilgewaterroger’dbyfourlordsbeforeshehadahusband?WasnotyelittleLadyHelenbornonhermother’swedding—day?And,beholde,werenotyeLadyAliceandyeLadyMargerythere,mouthingreligion,whoresfromyecradle?

IntimecametheytodiscourseofCervantes,andofthenewpainter,Rubens,thatisbeginningtobeheardof。Finewordsanddainty—wroughtphrasesfromtheladiesnow,oneortwoofthembeing,inotherdays,pupilsofthatpoorass,Lille,himself;andImarkedhowthatJonsonandShaxpurdidfidgettodischargesomevenomofsarcasm,yetdaredtheynotinthepresence,thequeene’sgracebeingyeveryflowerofyeEuphuistsherself。Butbehold,thesebetheyyt,havingaspecialty,andadmiringitinthemselves,bejealouswhenaneighbordothessayeit,norcanabideitinthemlong。Wherefore’twasobservableytyequenewaxeduncontent;andintimelabor’dgrandiosespeecheoutofyemouthofLadyAlice,whomanifestlydidmightilyprideherselfthereon,didquiteexhausteyequene’sendurance,wholistenedtillyegaudyspeechewasdone,thenliftedupherbrows,andwithvasteirony,mincingsaith’O

shit!’Whereattheyalledidlaffe,butnotyeLadyAlice,ytoldefoolishbitche。

NowwasSr。WaltermindedofataleheoncedidhearyeingeniousMargretteofNavarrerelate,aboutamaid,whichbeingliketosufferrapebyanoldearchbishoppe,didsmartlycontriveadevicetosavehermaidenhedde,andsaidtohim,First,mylord,Iprithee,takeoutthyholytoolandpissbeforeme;whichdoing,lohismemberfelle,andwouldnotriseagain。