第 88 节
作者:圈圈      更新:2021-02-18 22:40      字数:8109
  Other adventures arose whose novelty engaged universal attention;
  and Ambrosio was soon forgotten as totally; as if He never had
  existed。  While this was passing; the Monk supported by his
  infernal guide; traversed the air with the rapidity of an arrow;
  and a few moments placed him upon a Precipice's brink; the
  steepest in Sierra Morena。
  Though rescued from the Inquisition; Ambrosio as yet was
  insensible of the blessings of liberty。  The damning contract
  weighed heavy upon his mind; and the scenes in which He had been
  a principal actor had left behind them such impressions as
  rendered his heart the seat of anarchy and confusion。  The
  Objects now before his eyes; and which the full Moon sailing
  through clouds permitted him to examine; were ill…calculated to
  inspire that calm; of which He stood so much in need。  The
  disorder of his imagination was increased by the wildness of the
  surrounding scenery; By the gloomy Caverns and steep rocks;
  rising above each other; and dividing the passing clouds;
  solitary clusters of Trees scattered here and there; among whose
  thick…twined branches the wind of night sighed hoarsely and
  mournfully; the shrill cry of mountain Eagles; who had built
  their nests among these lonely Desarts; the stunning roar of
  torrents; as swelled by late rains they rushed violently down
  tremendous precipices; and the dark waters of a silent sluggish
  stream which faintly reflected the moonbeams; and bathed the
  Rock's base on which Ambrosio stood。  The Abbot cast round him a
  look of terror。  His infernal Conductor was still by his side;
  and eyed him with a look of mingled malice; exultation; and
  contempt。
  'Whither have you brought me?' said the Monk at length in an
  hollow trembling voice:  'Why am I placed in this melancholy
  scene?  Bear me from it quickly!  Carry me to Matilda!'
  The Fiend replied not; but continued to gaze upon him in silence。
  Ambrosio could not sustain his glance; He turned away his eyes;
  while thus spoke the Daemon:
  'I have him then in my power!  This model of piety!  This being
  without reproach!  This Mortal who placed his puny virtues on a
  level with those of Angels。  He is mine!  Irrevocably; eternally
  mine!  Companions of my sufferings!  Denizens of hell!  How
  grateful will be my present!'
  He paused; then addressed himself to the Monk
  'Carry you to Matilda?' He continued; repeating Ambrosio's words:
  'Wretch! you shall soon be with her! You well deserve a place
  near her; for hell boasts no miscreant more guilty than yourself。
  Hark; Ambrosio; while I unveil your crimes!  You have shed the
  blood of two innocents; Antonia and Elvira perished by your hand。
  That Antonia whom you violated; was your Sister! That Elvira whom
  you murdered; gave you birth! Tremble; abandoned Hypocrite!
  Inhuman Parricide! Incestuous Ravisher!  Tremble at the extent of
  your offences!  And you it was who thought yourself proof against
  temptation; absolved from human frailties; and free from error
  and vice!  Is pride then a virtue?  Is inhumanity no fault?
  Know; vain Man!  That I long have marked you for my prey:  I
  watched the movements of your heart; I saw that you were virtuous
  from vanity; not principle; and I seized the fit moment of
  seduction。  I observed your blind idolatry of the Madona's
  picture。  I bad a subordinate but crafty spirit assume a similar
  form; and you eagerly yielded to the blandishments of Matilda。
  Your pride was gratified by her flattery; Your lust only needed
  an opportunity to break forth; You ran into the snare blindly;
  and scrupled not to commit a crime which you blamed in another
  with unfeeling severity。  It was I who threw Matilda in your way;
  It was I who gave you entrance to Antonia's chamber; It was I who
  caused the dagger to be given you which pierced your Sister's
  bosom; and it was I who warned Elvira in dreams of your designs
  upon her Daughter; and thus; by preventing your profiting by her
  sleep; compelled you to add rape as well as incest to the
  catalogue of your crimes。  Hear; hear; Ambrosio!  Had you
  resisted me one minute longer; you had saved your body and soul。
  The guards whom you heard at your prison door came to signify
  your pardon。  But I had already triumphed:  My plots had already
  succeeded。  Scarcely could I propose crimes so quick as you
  performed them。  You are mine; and Heaven itself cannot rescue
  you from my power。  Hope not that your penitence will make void
  our contract。 Here is your bond signed with your blood; You have
  given up your claim to mercy; and nothing can restore to you the
  rights which you have foolishly resigned。  Believe you that your
  secret thoughts escaped me?  No; no; I read them all!  You
  trusted that you should still have time for repentance。  I saw
  your artifice; knew its falsity; and rejoiced in deceiving the
  deceiver!  You are mine beyond reprieve:  I burn to possess my
  right; and alive you quit not these mountains。'
  During the Daemon's speech; Ambrosio had been stupefied by terror
  and surprize。  This last declaration rouzed him。
  'Not quit these mountains alive?' He exclaimed: 'Perfidious; what
  mean you?  Have you forgotten our contract?'
  The Fiend answered by a malicious laugh:
  'Our contract?  Have I not performed my part?  What more did I
  promise than to save you from your prison?  Have I not done so?
  Are you not safe from the Inquisitionsafe from all but from
  me?  Fool that you were to confide yourself to a Devil!  Why did
  you not stipulate for life; and power; and pleasure?  Then all
  would have been granted:  Now; your reflections come too late。
  Miscreant; prepare for death; You have not many hours to live!'
  On hearing this sentence; dreadful were the feelings of the
  devoted Wretch!  He sank upon his knees; and raised his hands
  towards heaven。  The Fiend read his intention and prevented it
  'What?' He cried; darting at him a look of fury:  'Dare you still
  implore the Eternal's mercy?  Would you feign penitence; and
  again act an Hypocrite's part?  Villain; resign your hopes of
  pardon。  Thus I secure my prey!'
  As He said this; darting his talons into the Monk's shaven crown;
  He sprang with him from the rock。  The Caves and mountains rang
  with Ambrosio's shrieks。 The Daemon continued to soar aloft; till
  reaching a dreadful height; He released the sufferer。  Headlong
  fell the Monk through the airy waste; The sharp point of a rock
  received him; and He rolled from precipice to precipice; till
  bruised and mangled He rested on the river's banks。  Life still
  existed in his miserable frame: He attempted in vain to raise
  himself; His broken and dislocated limbs refused to perform their
  office; nor was He able to quit the spot where He had first
  fallen。  The Sun now rose above the horizon; Its scorching beams
  darted full upon the head of the expiring Sinner。  Myriads of
  insects were called forth by the warmth; They drank the blood
  which trickled from Ambrosio's wounds; He had no power to drive
  them from him; and they fastened upon his sores; darted their
  stings into his body; covered him with their multitudes; and
  inflicted on him tortures the most exquisite and insupportable。
  The Eagles of the rock tore his flesh piecemeal; and dug out his
  eyeballs with their crooked beaks。  A burning thirst tormented
  him; He heard the river's murmur as it rolled beside him; but
  strove in vain to drag himself towards the sound。  Blind; maimed;
  helpless; and despairing; venting his rage in blasphemy and
  curses; execrating his existence; yet dreading the arrival of
  death destined to yield him up to greater torments; six miserable
  days did the Villain languish。  On the Seventh a violent storm
  arose: The winds in fury rent up rocks and forests:  The sky was
  now black with clouds; now sheeted with fire:  The rain fell in
  torrents; It swelled the stream; The waves overflowed their
  banks; They reached the spot where Ambrosio lay; and when they
  abated carried with them into the river the Corse of the
  despairing Monk。
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