the monk(僧侣)-第60章

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yourself　to　the　impulse　of　your　passions？　　Are　you　not　planning
the　destruction　of　innocence；　the　ruin　of　a　Creature　whom　He
formed　in　the　mould　of　Angels？　　If　not　of　Daemons；　whose　aid
would　you　invoke　to　forward　this　laudable　design？　　Will　the
Seraphims　protect　it；　conduct　Antonia　to　your　arms；　and　sanction
with　their　ministry　your　illicit　pleasures？　　Absurd！　　But　I　am
not　deceived；　Ambrosio！　　It　is　not　virtue　which　makes　you　reject
my　offer：　　You　WOULD　accept　it；　but　you　dare　not。　　'Tis　not　the
crime　which　holds　your　hand；　but　the　punishment；　'Tis　not　respect
for　God　which　restrains　you；　but　the　terror　of　his　vengeance！　
Fain　would　you　offend　him　in　secret；　but　you　tremble　to　profess
yourself　his　Foe。　　Now　shame　on　the　coward　soul；　which　wants　the
courage　either　to　be　a　firm　Friend　or　open　Enemy！'

'To　look　upon　guilt　with　horror；　Matilda；　is　in　itself　a　merit：　
In　this　respect　I　glory　to　confess　myself　a　Coward。　　Though　my
passions　have　made　me　deviate　from　her　laws；　I　still　feel　in　my
heart　an　innate　love　of　virtue。　　But　it　ill　becomes　you　to　tax　me
with　my　perjury：　　You；　who　first　seduced　me　to　violate　my　vows；
You；　who　first　rouzed　my　sleeping　vices；　made　me　feel　the　weight
of　Religion's　chains；　and　bad　me　be　convinced　that　guilt　had
pleasures。　　Yet　though　my　principles　have　yielded　to　the　force　of
temperament；　I　still　have　sufficient　grace　to　shudder　at　Sorcery；
and　avoid　a　crime　so　monstrous；　so　unpardonable！'

'Unpardonable；　say　you？　　Where　then　is　your　constant　boast　of　the
Almighty's　infinite　mercy？　　Has　He　of　late　set　bounds　to　it？　
Receives　He　no　longer　a　Sinner　with　joy？　　You　injure　him；
Ambrosio；　You　will　always　have　time　to　repent；　and　He　have
goodness　to　forgive。　　Afford　him　a　glorious　opportunity　to　exert
that　goodness：　　The　greater　your　crime；　the　greater　his　merit　in
pardoning。　　Away　then　with　these　childish　scruples：　　Be　persuaded
to　your　good；　and　follow　me　to　the　Sepulchre。'

'Oh！　cease；　Matilda！　　That　scoffing　tone；　that　bold　and　impious
language；　is　horrible　in　every　mouth；　but　most　so　in　a　Woman's。　
Let　us　drop　a　conversation　which　excites　no　other　sentiments
than　horror　and　disgust。　　I　will　not　follow　you　to　the　Sepulchre；
or　accept　the　services　of　your　infernal　Agents。　　Antonia　shall　be
mine；　but　mine　by　human　means。'

'Then　yours　She　will　never　be！　　You　are　banished　her　presence；
Her　Mother　has　opened　her　eyes　to　your　designs；　and　She　is　now
upon　her　guard　against　them。　　Nay　more；　She　loves　another。　　A
Youth　of　distinguished　merit　possesses　her　heart；　and　unless　you
interfere；　a　few　days　will　make　her　his　Bride。　　This　intelligence
was　brought　me　by　my　invisible　Servants；　to　whom　I　had　recourse
on　first　perceiving　your　indifference。　　They　watched　your　every
action；　related　to　me　all　that　past　at　Elvira's；　and　inspired　me
with　the　idea　of　favouring　your　designs。　　Their　reports　have　been
my　only　comfort。　　Though　you　shunned　my　presence；　all　your
proceedings　were　known　to　me：　　Nay；　I　was　constantly　with　you　in
some　degree；　thanks　to　this　precious　gift！'

With　these　words　She　drew　from　beneath　her　habit　a　mirror　of
polished　steel；　the　borders　of　which　were　marked　with　various
strange　and　unknown　characters。

'Amidst　all　my　sorrows；　amidst　all　my　regrets　for　your　coldness；
I　was　sustained　from　despair　by　the　virtues　of　this　Talisman。　　On
pronouncing　certain　words；　the　Person　appears　in　it　on　whom　the
Observer's　thoughts　are　bent：　thus　though　_I_　was　exiled　from
YOUR　sight；　you；　Ambrosio；　were　ever　present　to　mine。'

The　Friar's　curiosity　was　excited　strongly。

'What　you　relate　is　incredible！　　Matilda；　are　you　not　amusing
yourself　with　my　credulity？'

'Be　your　own　eyes　the　Judge。'

She　put　the　Mirror　into　his　hand。　　Curiosity　induced　him　to　take
it；　and　Love；　to　wish　that　Antonia　might　appear。　　Matilda
pronounced　the　magic　words。　　Immediately；　a　thick　smoke　rose　from
the　characters　traced　upon　the　borders；　and　spread　itself　over
the　surface。　　It　dispersed　again　gradually；　A　confused　mixture　of
colours　and　images　presented　themselves　to　the　Friar's　eyes；
which　at　length　arranging　themselves　in　their　proper　places；　He
beheld　in　miniature　Antonia's　lovely　form。

The　scene　was　a　small　closet　belonging　to　her　apartment。　　She　was
undressing　to　bathe　herself。　　The　long　tresses　of　her　hair　were
already　bound　up。　　The　amorous　Monk　had　full　opportunity　to
observe　the　voluptuous　contours　and　admirable　symmetry　of　her
person。　　She　threw　off　her　last　garment；　and　advancing　to　the
Bath　prepared　for　her；　She　put　her　foot　into　the　water。　　It
struck　cold；　and　She　drew　it　back　again。　　Though　unconscious　of
being　observed；　an　inbred　sense　of　modesty　induced　her　to　veil
her　charms；　and　She　stood　hesitating　upon　the　brink；　in　the
attitude　of　the　Venus　de　Medicis。　At　this　moment　a　tame　Linnet
flew　towards　her；　nestled　its　head　between　her　breasts；　and
nibbled　them　in　wanton　play。　　The　smiling　Antonia　strove　in　vain
to　shake　off　the　Bird；　and　at　length　raised　her　hands　to　drive　it
from　its　delightful　harbour。　　Ambrosio　could　bear　no　more：　　His
desires　were　worked　up　to　phrenzy。

'I　yield！'　He　cried；　dashing　the　mirror　upon　the　ground：　
'Matilda；　I　follow　you！　　Do　with　me　what　you　will！'

She　waited　not　to　hear　his　consent　repeated。　　It　was　already
midnight。　　She　flew　to　her　Cell；　and　soon　returned　with　her
little　basket　and　the　Key　of　the　Cemetery；　which　had　remained　in
her　possession　since　her　first　visit　to　the　Vaults。　　She　gave　the
Monk　no　time　for　reflection。

'Come！'　She　said；　and　took　his　hand；　'Follow　me；　and　witness　the
effects　of　your　resolve！'

This　said；　She　drew　him　hastily　along。　　They　passed　into　the
Burying…ground　unobserved；　opened　the　door　of　the　Sepulchre；　and
found　themselves　at　the　head　of　the　subterraneous　Staircase。　　As
yet　the　beams　of　the　full　Moon　had　guided　their　steps；　but　that
resource　now　failed　them。　　Matilda　had　neglected　to　provide
herself　with　a　Lamp。　　Still　holding　Ambrosio's　hand　She　descended
the　marble　steps；　But　the　profound　obscurity　with　which　they　were
overspread　obliged　them　to　walk　slow　and　cautiously。

'You　tremble！'　said　Matilda　to　her　Companion；　'Fear　not；　The
destined　spot　is　near。'

They　reached　the　foot　of　the　Staircase；　and　continued　to
proceed；　feeling　their　way　along　the　Walls。　　On　turning　a　corner
suddenly；　they　descried　faint　gleams　of　light　which　seemed
burning　at　a　distance。　　Thither　they　bent　their　steps：　　The　rays
proceeded　from　a　small　sepulchral　Lamp　which　flamed　unceasingly
before　the　Statue　of　St。　Clare。　　It　tinged　with　dim　and　cheerless
beams　the　massy　Columns　which　supported　the　Roof；　but　was　too
feeble　to　dissipate　the　thick　gloom　in　which　the　Vaults　above
were　buried。

Matilda　took　the　Lamp。

'Wait　for　me！'　said　She　to　the　Friar；　'In　a　few　moments　I　am　here
again。'

With　these　words　She　hastened　into　one　of　the　passages　which
branched　in　various　directions　from　this　spot；　and　formed　a　sort
of　Labyrinth。　　Ambrosio　was　now　left　alone：　Darkness　the　most
profound　surrounded　him；　and　encouraged　the　doubts　which　began
to　revive　in　his　bosom。　　He　had　been　hurried　away　by　the　delirium
of　the　moment：　　The　shame　of　betraying　his　terrors；　while　in
Matilda's　presence；　had　induced　him　to　repress　them；　But　now　that
he　was　abandoned　to　himself；　they　resumed　their　former
ascendancy。　　He　trembled　at　the　scene　which　He　was　soon　to
witness。　　He　knew　not　how　far　the　delusions　of　Magic　might
operate　upon　his　mind；　and　possibly　might　force　him　to　some　deed
whose　commission　would　make　the　breach　between　himself　and　Heaven
irreparable。　　In　this　fearful　dilemma；　He　would　have　implored
God's　assistance；　but　was　conscious　that　He　had　forfeited　all
claim　to　such　protection。　　Gladly　would　He　have　returned　to　the
Abbey；　But　as　He　had　past　through　innumerable　Caverns　and　winding
passages；　the　attempt　of　regaining　the　Stairs　was　hopeless。　　His
fate　was　determined：　　No　possibility　of　escape　presented　itself：　
He　therefore　combated　his　apprehensions；　and　called　every
argument　to　his　succour；　which　might　enable　him　to　support　the
trying　scene　with　fortitude。　He　reflected　that　Antonia　would　be
the　reward　of　his　daring：　　He　inflamed　his　imagination　by