volume01-第16章
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Say； I of my lands Possessor Named her with my dying breath： Say； my lips I op'd to bless her； Ere they closed for aye in death：
'Twice a week too how sincerely I adored her； Cousin； say； Twice a week for one who dearly Loved her； Cousin； bid her pray。
'Montesinos； now the hour Marked by fate is near at hand： Lo！ my arm has lost its power！ Lo！ I drop my trusty brand！
'Eyes； which forth beheld me going； Homewards ne'er shall see me hie！ Cousin； stop those tears o'er…flowing； Let me on thy bosom die！
'Thy kind hand my eyelids closing； Yet one favour I implore： Pray Thou for my Soul's reposing； When my heart shall throb no more；
'So shall Jesus； still attending Gracious to a Christian's vow； Pleased accept my Ghost ascending； And a seat in heaven allow。'
Thus spoke gallant Durandarte； Soon his brave heart broke in twain。 Greatly joyed the Moorish party； That the gallant Knight was slain。
Bitter weeping Montesinos Took from him his helm and glaive； Bitter weeping Montesinos Dug his gallant Cousin's grave。
To perform his promise made； He Cut the heart from out the breast； That Belerma； wretched Lady！ Might receive the last bequest。
Sad was Montesinos' heart； He Felt distress his bosom rend。 'Oh！ my Cousin Durandarte； Woe is me to view thy end！
'Sweet in manners； fair in favour； Mild in temper； fierce in fight； Warrior； nobler； gentler； braver； Never shall behold the light！
'Cousin； Lo！ my tears bedew thee！ How shall I thy loss survive！ Durandarte； He who slew thee； Wherefore left He me alive！'
While She sung； Ambrosio listened with delight： Never had He heard a voice more harmonious； and He wondered how such heavenly sounds could be produced by any but Angels。 But though He indulged the sense of hearing； a single look convinced him that He must not trust to that of sight。 The Songstress sat at a little distance from his Bed。 The attitude in which She bent over her harp； was easy and graceful： Her Cowl had fallen back… warder than usual： Two coral lips were visible； ripe； fresh； and melting； and a Chin in whose dimples seemed to lurk a thousand Cupids。 Her Habit's long sleeve would have swept along the Chords of the Instrument： To prevent this inconvenience She had drawn it above her elbow； and by this means an arm was discovered formed in the most perfect symmetry； the delicacy of whose skin might have contended with snow in whiteness。 Ambrosio dared to look on her but once： That glance sufficed to convince him； how dangerous was the presence of this seducing Object。 He closed his eyes； but strove in vain to banish her from his thoughts。 There She still moved before him； adorned with all those charms which his heated imagination could supply： Every beauty which He had seen； appeared embellished； and those still concealed Fancy represented to him in glowing colours。 Still； however； his vows and the necessity of keeping to them were present to his memory。 He struggled with desire； and shuddered when He beheld how deep was the precipice before him。
Matilda ceased to sing。 Dreading the influence of her charms； Ambrosio remained with his eyes closed； and offered up his prayers to St。 Francis to assist him in this dangerous trial！ Matilda believed that He was sleeping。 She rose from her seat； approached the Bed softly； and for some minutes gazed upon him attentively。
'He sleeps！' said She at length in a low voice； but whose accents the Abbot distinguished perfectly； 'Now then I may gaze upon him without offence！ I may mix my breath with his； I may doat upon his features； and He cannot suspect me of impurity and deceit！He fears my seducing him to the violation of his vows！ Oh！ the Unjust！ Were it my wish to excite desire； should I conceal my features from him so carefully？ Those features； of which I daily hear him。 。 。 。'
She stopped； and was lost in her reflections。
'It was but yesterday！' She continued； 'But a few short hours have past； since I was dear to him！ He esteemed me； and my heart was satisfied！ Now！。 。 。 Oh！ now how cruelly is my situation changed！ He looks on me with suspicion！ He bids me leave him； leave him for ever！ Oh！ You； my Saint！ my Idol！ You； holding the next place to God in my breast！ Yet two days； and my heart will be unveiled to you。Could you know my feelings； when I beheld your agony！ Could you know； how much your sufferings have endeared you to me！ But the time will come； when you will be convinced that my passion is pure and disinterested。 Then you will pity me； and feel the whole weight of these sorrows！'
As She said this； her voice was choaked by weeping。 While She bent over Ambrosio； a tear fell upon his cheek。
'Ah！ I have disturbed him！' cried Matilda； and retreated hastily。
Her alarm was ungrounded。 None sleep so profoundly； as those who are determined not to wake。 The Friar was in this predicament： He still seemed buried in a repose； which every succeeding minute rendered him less capable of enjoying。 The burning tear had communicated its warmth to his heart。
'What affection！ What purity！' said He internally； 'Ah！ since my bosom is thus sensible of pity； what would it be if agitated by love？'
Matilda again quitted her seat； and retired to some distance from the Bed。 Ambrosio ventured to open his eyes； and to cast them upon her fearfully。 Her face was turned from him。 She rested her head in a melancholy posture upon her Harp； and gazed on the picture which hung opposite to the Bed。
'Happy； happy Image！' Thus did She address the beautiful Madona； ' 'Tis to you that He offers his prayers！ 'Tis on you that He gazes with admiration！ I thought you would have lightened my sorrows； You have only served to increase their weight： You have made me feel that had I known him ere his vows were pronounced； Ambrosio and happiness might have been mine。 With what pleasure He views this picture！ With what fervour He addresses his prayers to the insensible Image！ Ah！ may not his sentiments be inspired by some kind and secret Genius； Friend to my affection？ May it not be Man's natural instinct which informs him。 。 。 Be silent； idle hopes！ Let me not encourage an idea which takes from the brilliance of Ambrosio's virtue。 'Tis Religion； not Beauty which attracts his admiration； 'Tis not to the Woman； but the Divinity that He kneels。 Would He but address to me the least tender expression which He pours forth to this Madona！ Would He but say that were He not already affianced to the Church； He would not have despised Matilda！ Oh！ let me nourish that fond idea！ Perhaps He may yet acknowledge that He feels for me more than pity； and that affection like mine might well have deserved a return； Perhaps； He may own thus much when I lye on my deathbed！ He then need not fear to infringe his vows； and the confession of his regard will soften the pangs of dying。 Would I were sure of this！ Oh！ how earnestly should I sigh for the moment of dissolution！'
Of this discourse the Abbot lost not a syllable； and the tone in which She pronounced these last words pierced to his heart。 Involuntarily He raised himself from his pillow。
'Matilda！' He said in a troubled voice； 'Oh！ my Matilda！'
She started at the sound； and turned towards him hastily。 The suddenness of her movement made her Cowl fall back from her head； Her features became visible to the Monk's enquiring eye。 What was his amazement at beholding the exact resemblance of his admired Madona？ The same exquisite proportion of features； the same profusion of golden hair； the same rosy lips； heavenly eyes； and majesty of countenance adorned Matilda！ Uttering an exclamation of surprize； Ambrosio sank back upon his pillow； and doubted whether the Object before him was mortal or divine。
Matilda seemed penetrated with confusion。 She remained motionless in her place； and supported herself upon her Instrument。 Her eyes were bent upon the earth； and her fair cheeks overspread with blushes。 On recovering herself； her first action was to conceal her features。 She then in an unsteady and troubled voice ventured to address these words to the Friar。
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