The Dynasts. Томас Харди
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Название: The Dynasts

Автор: Томас Харди

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      SCENE I

       THE DOCKYARD, GIBRALTAR

       [The Rock is seen rising behind the town and the Alameda Gardens,

       and the English fleet rides at anchor in the Bay, across which the

       Spanish shore from Algeciras to Carnero Point shuts in the West.

       Southward over the Strait is the African coast.]

      SPIRIT OF THE YEARS

       Our migratory Proskenion now presents

       An outlook on the storied Kalpe Rock,

       As preface to the vision of the Fleets

       Spanish and French, linked for fell purposings.

      RECORDING ANGEL [reciting]

       Their motions and manoeuvres, since the fame

       Of Bonaparte's enthronment at Milan

       Swept swift through Europe's dumbed communities,

       Have stretched the English mind to wide surmise.

       Many well-based alarms [which strange report

       Much aggravates] as to the pondered blow,

       Flutter the public pulse; all points in turn—

       Malta, Brazil, Wales, Ireland, British Ind—

       Being held as feasible for force like theirs,

       Of lavish numbers and unrecking aim.

       “Where, where is Nelson?” questions every tongue;—

       “How views he so unparalleled a scheme?”

       Their slow uncertain apprehensions ask.

       “When Villeneuve puts to sea with all his force,

       What may he not achieve, if swift his course!”

      SPIRIT OF THE YEARS

       I'll call in Nelson, who has stepped ashore

       For the first time these thrice twelvemonths and more,

       And with him one whose insight has alone

       Pierced the real project of Napoleon.

       [Enter NELSON and COLLINGWOOD, who pace up and down.]

      SPIRIT OF THE PITIES

       Note Nelson's worn-out features. Much has he

       Suffered from ghoulish ghast anxiety!

      NELSON

       In short, dear Coll, the letter which you wrote me

       Had so much pith that I was fain to see you;

       For I am sure that you indeed divine

       The true intent and compass of a plot

       Which I have spelled in vain.

      COLLINGWOOD

       I weighed it thus:

       Their flight to the Indies being to draw us off,

       That and no more, and clear these coasts of us—

       The standing obstacle to his device—

       He cared not what was done at Martinique,

       Or where, provided that the general end

       Should not be jeopardized—that is to say,

       The full-united squadron's quick return.—

       Gravina and Villeneuve, once back to Europe,

       Can straight make Ferrol, raise there the blockade,

       Then haste to Brest, there to relieve Ganteaume,

       And next with four-or five-and fifty sail

       Bear down upon our coast as they see fit.—

       I read they aim to strike at Ireland still,

       As formerly, and as I wrote to you.

      NELSON

       So far your thoughtful and sagacious words

       Have hit the facts. But 'tis no Irish bay

       The villains aim to drop their anchors in;

       My word for it: they make the Wessex shore,

       And this vast squadron handled by Villeneuve

       Is meant to cloak the passage of their strength,

       Massed on those transports—we being kept elsewhere

       By feigning forces.—Good God, Collingwood,

       I must be gone! Yet two more days remain

       Ere I can get away.—I must be gone!

      COLLINGWOOD

       Wherever you may go to, my dear lord,

       You carry victory with you. Let them launch,

       Your name will blow them back, as sou'west gales

       The gulls that beat against them from the shore.

      NELSON

       Good Collingwood, I know you trust in me;

       But ships are ships, and do not kindly come

       Out of the slow docks of the Admiralty

       Like wharfside pigeons when they are whistled for:—

       And there's a damned disparity of force,

       Which means tough work awhile for you and me!

       [The Spirit of the Years whispers to NELSON.]

       And I have warnings, warnings, Collingwood,

       That my effective hours are shortening here;

       Strange warnings now and then, as 'twere within me,

       Which, though I fear them not, I recognize!...

       However, by God's help, I'll live to meet

       These foreign boasters; yea, I'll finish them;

       And then—well, Gunner Death may finish me!

       COLLINGWOOD

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