Turandot: The Chinese Sphinx. Friedrich von SchillerЧитать онлайн книгу.

      The Gods be thanked, at last by patient seeking,

      I've found a lodging in this crowded Peking.

      Prince Kalaf? 'tis not possible. He's dead!

      Yet, sure 'tis he – his eyes – his legs – his head, —

      My Lord!

      What – Barak! here – alive?

      And kicking.

      But how escaped you from that fatal licking

      The Bey of Tefflis gave us all in battle?

      Your father's troops were slaughtered off like cattle,

      And you, my Prince, we thought, were slain or taken;

      So off I fled to save, at least, my bacon.

      I found a refuge in this queer old city;

      A widow married me for love – or pity.

      We live like happy doves in yonder cot, —

      My only grief, – the thought of your sad lot.

      We never thought to meet again, dear Tutor, —

      In China too!

      For years I've taken root here.

      But, dearest Prince, how was it, tell me, pray,

      You 'scaped the perils of that dreadful day?

      Breathe not my name! A price is on my head;

      I've roamed from land to land; have toiled for bread.

      As slave I served the Shah of Keicobad;

      This King a fair and gracious daughter had,

      Who guessed my birth, and offered me her heart.

      Her haughty father bade me quick depart;

      With horse and arms he furnished me. I'm here

      T' enlist myself as Chinese volunteer;

      I hope to serve the Son of Moon and Stars

      In some crack regiment of Light Hussars.

      But what's the meaning of the crowds that flood

      Each caravanserah? Refused I stood

      By all, till in yon house I found, at least

      Accommodation for myself and beast.

      In that trim cottage lives my wife. 'Tis lucky

      She proved herself in house-letting so plucky.

      I give you joy, old friend; you're married snugly,

      Your wife (for a Chinese) is not so ugly,

      And kind as kind can be, though somewhat droll,

      Adieu, – I'll through the city take a stroll.

      And then proceed to visit the great Khan,

      And beg him to engage me as his man.

      Stay, Prince, how rash! – you do not know your danger:

      'Tis evident to Peking you're a stranger.

      To-day a horrid deed will be enacted, —

      A cruel death, by Turandot exacted.

      Have you not heard that Turandot the fair

      Has filled this land with bloodshed and despair?

      'Tis true I heard, in distant Keicobad,

      Accounts of Turandot, so strange, so sad,

      That I believed them false, – exaggerated.

      'Twas said the Prince of Keicobad, ill-fated,

      Had met his death by Turandot's command;

      His father, in revenge, assailed this land,

      But lost his life; my patroness, his daughter,

      By chance escaped unhurt the gen'ral slaughter,

      And slave was made to haughty Turandot:

      All this I heard, but credited it not.

      Too true is all you've heard through common rumour,

      The Princess Turandot's ferocious humour

      Has many princes caused to lose their life

      In seeking to obtain her as a wife.

      Her beauty is so wonderful, that all

      As willing victims to her mandate fall;

      In vain do various painters daily vie

      To limn her rosy cheek, her flashing eye,

      Her perfect form, and noble, easy grace,

      Her flowing ebon locks and radiant face.

      Her charms defy all portraiture: no hand

      Can reproduce her air of sweet command.

      Yet e'en such counterfeits, from foreign parts

      Attract fresh suitors, – win all hearts.

      But she, whose outward semblance thus appears

      To be Love's temple, such fierce hatred bears

      To all marital sway, or marriage tie,

      That rather than submit to man, she'd die.

      Great kings and princes, all have sued in vain,

      One glance of love or pity to obtain.

      In Keicobad I heard this oft-told tale,

      But thought it paradoxical – and stale.

      'Tis true. Her poor old father's in despair,

      For China's throne is now without an heir;

      He longs for her to wed some prince or other,

      And not perplex him with continual bother.

      He's of an age to live in peace and quiet,

      And not be plagued with wars and civil riot;

      He's tried all