ACT IV - Scene II 小说：All's Well That Ends Well     作者：William Shakespeare [ 阅读设置与语言切换 ] 设置背景颜色： 段落首字母是否突出显示： 是 否 段落文本是否两端对齐： 是 否 翻页快捷键：上一章（左箭头：←）下一章（右箭头：→） Florence. The WIDOW'S houseEnter BERTRAM and DIANABERTRAMThey told me that your name was Fontibell.DIANANo, my good lord, Diana.BERTRAMTitled goddess; And worth it, with addition! But, fair soul, In your fine frame hath love no quality? If the quick fire of youth light not your mind, You are no maiden, but a monument; When you are dead, you should be such a one As you are now, for you are cold and stern; And now you should be as your mother was When your sweet self was got.DIANAShe then was honest.BERTRAMSo should you be.DIANANo. My mother did but duty; such, my lord, As you owe to your wife.BERTRAMNo more o'that! I prithee do not strive against my vows. I was compell'd to her; but I love thee By love's own sweet constraint, and will for ever Do thee all rights of service.DIANAAy, so you serve us Till we serve you; but when you have our roses You barely leave our thorns to prick ourselves, And mock us with our bareness.BERTRAMHow have I sworn!DIANA'Tis not the many oaths that makes the truth, But the plain single vow that is vow'd true. What is not holy, that we swear not by, But take the High'st to witness. Then, pray you, tell me: If I should swear by Jove's great attributes I lov'd you dearly, would you believe my oaths When I did love you ill? This has no holding, To swear by him whom I protest to love That I will work against him. Therefore your oaths Are words and poor conditions, but unseal'd- At least in my opinion.BERTRAMChange it, change it; Be not so holy-cruel. Love is holy; And my integrity ne'er knew the crafts That you do charge men with. Stand no more off, But give thyself unto my sick desires, Who then recovers. Say thou art mine, and ever My love as it begins shall so persever.DIANAI see that men make hopes in such a case That we'll forsake ourselves. Give me that ring.BERTRAMI'll lend it thee, my dear, but have no power To give it from me.DIANAWill you not, my lord?BERTRAMIt is an honour 'longing to our house, Bequeathed down from many ancestors; Which were the greatest obloquy i' th' world In me to lose.DIANAMine honour's such a ring: My chastity's the jewel of our house, Bequeathed down from many ancestors; Which were the greatest obloquy i' th' world In me to lose. Thus your own proper wisdom Brings in the champion Honour on my part Against your vain assault.BERTRAMHere, take my ring; My house, mine honour, yea, my life, be thine, And I'll be bid by thee.DIANAWhen midnight comes, knock at my chamber window; I'll order take my mother shall not hear. Now will I charge you in the band of truth, When you have conquer'd my yet maiden bed, Remain there but an hour, nor speak to me: My reasons are most strong; and you shall know them When back again this ring shall be deliver'd. And on your finger in the night I'll put Another ring, that what in time proceeds May token to the future our past deeds. Adieu till then; then fail not. You have won A wife of me, though there my hope be done.BERTRAMA heaven on earth I have won by wooing thee.ExitDIANAFor which live long to thank both heaven and me! You may so in the end. My mother told me just how he would woo, As if she sat in's heart; she says all men Have the like oaths. He had sworn to marry me When his wife's dead; therefore I'll lie with him When I am buried. Since Frenchmen are so braid, Marry that will, I live and die a maid. Only, in this disguise, I think't no sin To cozen him that would unjustly win.Exit Previous Chapter Next Chapter