The Duchess of Padua. Wilde OscarЧитать онлайн книгу.

      Nay, nay, I trust thee not; your hot young blood,

      Undisciplined nature, and too violent rage

      Will never tarry for this great revenge,

      But wreck itself on passion.

      Thou knowest me not.

      Tell me the man, and I in everything

      Will do thy bidding.

      Well, when the time is ripe,

      The victim trusting and the occasion sure,

      I will by sudden secret messenger

      Send thee a sign.

      How shall I kill him, tell me?

      That night thou shalt creep into his private chamber;

      But if he sleep see that thou wake him first,

      And hold thy hand upon his throat, ay! that way,

      Then having told him of what blood thou art,

      Sprung from what father, and for what revenge,

      Bid him to pray for mercy; when he prays,

      Bid him to set a price upon his life,

      And when he strips himself of all his gold

      Tell him thou needest not gold, and hast not mercy,

      And do thy business straight away.  Swear to me

      Thou wilt not kill him till I bid thee do it,

      Or else I go to mine own house, and leave

      Thee ignorant, and thy father unavenged.

      Now by my father’s sword —

      The common hangman

      Brake that in sunder in the public square.

      Then by my father’s grave —

      What grave? what grave?

      Your noble father lieth in no grave,

      I saw his dust strewn on the air, his ashes

      Whirled through the windy streets like common straws

      To plague a beggar’s eyesight, and his head,

      That gentle head, set on the prison spike,

      For the vile rabble in their insolence

      To shoot their tongues at.

      Was it so indeed?

      Then by my father’s spotless memory,

      And by the shameful manner of his death,

      And by the base betrayal by his friend,

      For these at least remain, by these I swear

      I will not lay my hand upon his life

      Until you bid me, then – God help his soul,

      For he shall die as never dog died yet.

      And now, the sign, what is it?

      This dagger, boy;

      It was your father’s.

      Oh, let me look at it!

      I do remember now my reputed uncle,

      That good old husbandman I left at home,

      Told me a cloak wrapped round me when a babe

      Bare too such yellow leopards wrought in gold;

      I like them best in steel, as they are here,

      They suit my purpose better.  Tell me, sir,

      Have you no message from my father to me?

      Poor boy, you never saw that noble father,

      For when by his false friend he had been sold,

      Alone of all his gentlemen I escaped

      To bear the news to Parma to the Duchess.

      Speak to me of my mother.

      When thy mother

      Heard my black news, she fell into a swoon,

      And, being with untimely travail seized —

      Bare thee into the world before thy time,

      And then her soul went heavenward, to wait

      Thy father, at the gates of Paradise.

      A mother dead, a father sold and bartered!

      I seem to stand on some beleaguered wall,

      And messenger comes after messenger

      With a new tale of terror; give me breath,

      Mine ears are tired.

      When thy mother died,

      Fearing our enemies, I gave it out

      Thou wert dead also, and then privily

      Conveyed thee to an ancient servitor,

      Who by Perugia lived; the rest thou knowest.

      Saw you my father afterwards?

      Ay! once;

      In mean attire, like a vineyard dresser,

      I stole to Rimini.

      O generous heart!

      One can buy everything in Rimini,

      And so I bought the gaolers! when your father

      Heard that a man child had been born to him,

      His noble face lit up beneath his helm

      Like a great fire seen far out at sea,

      And taking my two hands, he bade me, Guido,

      To rear you worthy of him; so I have reared you

      To revenge his death upon the friend who sold him.

      Thou hast done well; I for my father thank thee.

      And now his name?

      How you remind me of him,

      You have each gesture that your father had.

      The traitor’s name?

      Thou