《苏格兰玛丽女王》英汉对照

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简介 1FotheringhayMynameisBessCurle,butthisisnotmystory.ItisthestoryofmyladyMary,QueenofScots.Shewrot

《苏格兰玛丽女王》英汉对照

1FotheringhayMynameisBessCurle,butthisisnotmystory.ItisthestoryofmyladyMary,QueenofScots.Shewrotethestory,andthenshegaveittome.Iamgoingtogiveittoherson.Shebeganthestoryaweekago.ItwasJanuary1587,andwesathereinourcoldroominFotheringhayCastle,inthenorthofEngland.Wecouldntseemuchfromthewindow.Oneortwohouses,ariver,sometrees,somehorses,andaroad.Thatsall.TheroadgoestoLondon,thehomeofQueenElizabethofEngland.Marysatwithherlittledoginherhandsandwatchedit,alldaylong.Noonecamealongtheroad.Nothinghappened.IwatchedMary,unhappily.‘Please,YourMajesty,comeawayfromthatwindow,’Isaid.‘Itdoesnthelp.Nooneisgoingtocome.QueenEliza-bethcantdoit—QueensdontkillQueens.’‘Dontthey,Bess?marysaid.‘Thenwhyarewehere,inthisprison?WhyamInotfree?’‘Why,YourMajesty?BecauseQueenElizabethisafraidofyou.’‘Thatsright,marysaid.‘Shesafraidofme,andshehatesmetoo.ShehatesmebecauseIambeautiful,andsheisnot;becauseIhadthreehusbands,andshenevermarried.Andbecausemanypeople—goodCatnolicpeopleinEngland,France,Scotland,Spain—saythatI,Mary,amthetrueQueenofEngland,notElizabeth.AndElizabethhasnochil-dren,so,whensheisdead,mysonJames…’Shecameawayfromthewindowandstoodinfrontofme.‘James,shesaidquietly,‘myson.Doeshethinkaboutmesometimes?HewasonlytenmonthsoldwhenIlastsawhim.Itisnearlytwentyyears…’‘Ofcoursehethinksaboutyou,YourMajesty,’Isaid.‘Youwritetohimoften.Howcanheforgethismother?’‘Thenwhydoesnthewritetome?maryasked.‘DoeshewantmetosayhereinanEnglishprison?’‘No,ofcoursenot,YourMajesty.But—hehasalotofwork,YourMajesty.HeistheKingofScotland,and…’‘HeisnottheKingofScotland,Bess,shesaid.‘Notbe-foreIamdead.Rememberthat.’‘No,YourMajesty,ofcoursenot.Butperhapspeopletellhimthingsthatareuntrue.Youknowwhatpeoplesay.Per-haps—perhapshethinksyoukilledhisfather.’Marysfacewentwhite.Shewasveryangry,andforaminuteIwasafraid.Shesaid:‘Youknowthatsalie,Bess.Itisalie!IdidnotkillJamessfather—Iknewnothingaboutit!’‘Iknowthat,YourMajesty.ButperhapsJamesdoesntknowit.Hehearssomanylies,allthetime.Heneedstoknowthetruestory.Whydontyouwrite,andtellhim?’Marysatdownslowly.Shelookedoldandtired.‘Allright,Bess,shesaid.‘Givemeapen,please.ImgoingtowritetoJames,andtellhimthetruestory.YoucangiveittohimwhenImdead.’‘Dead,YourMajesty?Dontsaythat.Youarentgoingtodie.’Herold,tiredeyeslookedatme.‘YesIam,Bess.Youknowwhatisgoingtohappen.Onedaysoon,amanisgoingtobringaletterfromQueenElizabeth.Andthenhermenaregoingtokillme.ButbeforeIdie,IwouldliketowritetomysonJames.Iwanttotellhimthestoryofmylife.Sogivemeapen,please.’Igaveherapen.Thisiswhatshewrote:。