Japanese Literature: Including Selections from Genji Monogatari and Classical Poetry and Drama of Japan
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Japanese Literature: Including Selections from Genji Monogatari and Classical Poetry and Drama of Japan
Japan -- Literary collections; Japanese literature -- Translations into English
NAKAMITSU.--'Tis that my lord, your father, hath sent me to bid your
lordship follow me home without delay.
BIJIYAU.--Shall I, then, go without saying anything to the priests, my
preceptors?
NAKAMITSU.--Yes; if the priests be told, they will surely wish to see
your lordship on the way, whereas, my lord, your father's commands
were, that I alone was to escort you.
BIJIYAU.--Then we will away.
NAKAMITSU.--Kauzhiyu! thou, too, shalt accompany thy master.
KAUZHIYU.--Your commands shall be obeyed.
[_They depart from the temple, and arrive at Mitsunaka's palace._
NAKAMITSU.--How shall I dare address my lord? I have brought hither
his lordship Bijiyau.
MITSUNAKA.--Well, Bijiyau! my only reason for sending thee up to the
monastery was to help thy learning; and I would fain begin, by hearing
thee read aloud from the Scriptures.
And with these words, and bidding him read on,
He lays on ebon desk before his son
The sacred text, in golden letters writ.
BIJIYAU.--But how may he who never bent his wit
To make the pencil trace Asaka's[163] line
Spell out one letter of the book divine?
In vain, in vain his sire's behest he hears:--
Nought may he do but choke with idle tears.
MITSUNAKA.--Ah! surely 'tis that, being my child, he respecteth the
Scriptures too deeply, and chooseth not to read them except for
purposes of devotion. What of verse-making, then?
BIJIYAU.--I cannot make any.
MITSUNAKA.--And music? [_Bijiyau makes no answer._
MITSUNAKA.--What! no reply? Hast lost thy tongue, young fool?
CHORUS.--Whom, then, to profit wentest thou to school?
And can it be that e'en a father's word,
Like snow that falling melts, is scarcely heard,
But 'tis unheeded? Ah! 'twill drive me wild
To point thee out to strangers as my child!
No sooner said, than out the scabbard flies
His trusty sword, and with fierce flashing eyes
Forward he darts; but rushing in between,
Good Nakamitsu checks the bloody scene--
Firm, though respectful, stays his master's arm,
And saves the lad from perilous alarm.
NAKAMITSU.--Good my lord, deign to be merciful this once!
MITSUNAKA.--Why stayed'st thou my hand? Haste thou now and slay
Bijiyau with this my sword.
NAKAMITSU.--Your commands shall be obeyed. [_He retires into another
apartment._] What is this horror unutterable? 'Tis no mere passing fit
of anger. What shall I do?--Ah! I have it! I have it! I will take upon
myself to contrive some plan for his escape. Kauzhiyu, Kauzhiyu, art
thou there?
KAUZHIYU.--Behold me at thy service.
NAKAMITSU.--Where is my lord Bijiyau?
KAUZHIYU.--All my prayers have been unavailing to make him leave this
spot.
NAKAMITSU.--But why will he not seek refuge somewhere? Here am I come
from my lord, his father, as a messenger of death! [_Bijiyau shows
himself._
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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