Mary Stuart. Фридрих Шиллер

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СКАЧАТЬ style="font-size:15px;">       Would scorn, they furnish forth her homely table.

       PAULET.

       Thus did she treat her spouse at Stirling once;

       And pledged, the while, her paramour in gold.

       KENNEDY.

       Even the mirror's trifling aid withheld.

       PAULET.

       The contemplation of her own vain image

       Incites to hope, and prompts to daring deeds.

       KENNEDY.

       Books are denied her to divert her mind.

       PAULET.

       The Bible still is left to mend her heart.

       KENNEDY.

       Even of her very lute she is deprived!

       PAULET.

       Because she tuned it to her wanton airs.

       KENNEDY.

       Is this a fate for her, the gentle born,

       Who in her very cradle was a queen?

       Who, reared in Catherine's luxurious court,

       Enjoyed the fulness of each earthly pleasure?

       Was't not enough to rob her of her power,

       Must ye then envy her its paltry tinsel?

       A noble heart in time resigns itself

       To great calamities with fortitude;

       But yet it cuts one to the soul to part

       At once with all life's little outward trappings!

       PAULET.

       These are the things that turn the human heart

       To vanity, which should collect itself

       In penitence; for a lewd, vicious life,

       Want and abasement are the only penance.

       KENNEDY.

       If youthful blood has led her into error,

       With her own heart and God she must account:

       There is no judge in England over her.

       PAULET.

       She shall have judgment where she hath transgressed.

       KENNEDY.

       Her narrow bonds restrain her from transgression.

       PAULET.

       And yet she found the means to stretch her arm

       Into the world, from out these narrow bonds,

       And, with the torch of civil war, inflame

       This realm against our queen (whom God preserve).

       And arm assassin bands. Did she not rouse

       From out these walls the malefactor Parry,

       And Babington, to the detested crime

       Of regicide? And did this iron grate

       Prevent her from decoying to her toils

       The virtuous heart of Norfolk? Saw we not

       The first, best head in all this island fall

       A sacrifice for her upon the block?

       [The noble house of Howard fell with him.]

       And did this sad example terrify

       These mad adventurers, whose rival zeal

       Plunges for her into this deep abyss?

       The bloody scaffold bends beneath the weight

       Of her new daily victims; and we ne'er

       Shall see an end till she herself, of all

       The guiltiest, be offered up upon it.

       Oh! curses on the day when England took

       This Helen to its hospitable arms.

       KENNEDY.

       Did England then receive her hospitably?

       Oh, hapless queen! who, since that fatal day

       When first she set her foot within this realm,

       And, as a suppliant—a fugitive—

       Came to implore protection from her sister,

       Has been condemned, despite the law of nations,

       And royal privilege, to weep away

       The fairest years of youth in prison walls.

       And now, when she hath suffered everything

       Which in imprisonment is hard and bitter,

       Is like a felon summoned to the bar,

       Foully accused, and though herself a queen,

       Constrained to plead for honor and for life.

       PAULET.

       She came amongst us as a murderess,

       Chased by her very subjects from a throne

       Which she had oft by vilest deeds disgraced.

       Sworn against England's welfare came she hither,

       To call the times of bloody Mary back,

       Betray our church to Romish tyranny,

       And sell our dear-bought liberties to France.

       Say, why disdained she to subscribe the treaty

       Of Edinborough—to resign her claim

       To England's crown—and with one single word,

       Traced by her pen, throw wide her prison gates?

       No:—she had rather live in vile confinement,

       And see herself ill-treated, than renounce

       The empty honors of her barren title.

       Why acts she thus? Because she trusts to wiles,

       And treacherous arts of base conspiracy;

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