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〃This apartment; which you no doubt profanely suppose to be the shop
of Will Wimble the undertaker  a man whom we know not; and whose
plebeian appellation has never before this night thwarted our royal
ears  this apartment; I say; is the Dais…Chamber of our Palace;
devoted to the councils of our kingdom; and to other sacred and lofty
purposes。

〃The noble lady who sits opposite is Queen Pest; our Serene Consort。
The other exalted personages whom you behold are all of our family;
and wear the insignia of the blood royal under the respective titles
of 'His Grace the Arch Duke Pest…Iferous'  'His Grace the Duke
Pest…Ilential'  'His Grace the Duke Tem…Pest'  and 'Her Serene
Highness the Arch Duchess Ana…Pest。'

〃As regards;〃 continued he; 〃your demand of the business upon which
we sit here in council; we might be pardoned for replying that it
concerns; and concerns alone; our own private and regal interest; and
is in no manner important to any other than ourself。 But in
consideration of those rights to which as guests and strangers you
may feel yourselves entitled; we will furthermore explain that we are
here this night; prepared by deep research and accurate
investigation; to examine; analyze; and thoroughly determine the
indefinable spirit  the incomprehensible qualities and nature  of
those inestimable treasures of the palate; the wines; ales; and
liqueurs of this goodly metropolis: by so doing to advance not more
our own designs than the true welfare of that unearthly sovereign
whose reign is over us all; whose dominions are unlimited; and whose
name is 'Death。'

〃Whose name is Davy Jones!〃 ejaculated Tarpaulin; helping the lady by
his side to a skull of liqueur; and pouring out a second for himself。

〃Profane varlet!〃 said the president; now turning his attention to
the worthy Hugh; 〃profane and execrable wretch!  we have said; that
in consideration of those rights which; even in thy filthy person; we
feel no inclination to violate; we have condescended to make reply to
thy rude and unseasonable inquiries。 We nevertheless; for your
unhallowed intrusion upon our councils; believe it our duty to mulct
thee and thy companion in each a gallon of Black Strap  having
imbibed which to the prosperity of our kingdom  at a single draught
 and upon your bended knees  ye shall be forthwith free either to
proceed upon your way; or remain and be admitted to the privileges of
our table; according to your respective and individual pleasures。〃

〃It would be a matter of utter impossibility;〃 replied Legs; whom the
assumptions and dignity of King Pest the First had evidently inspired
some feelings of respect; and who arose and steadied himself by the
table as he spoke  〃It would; please your majesty; be a matter of
utter impossibility to stow away in my hold even one…fourth part of
the same liquor which your majesty has just mentioned。 To say nothing
of the stuffs placed on board in the forenoon by way of ballast; and
not to mention the various ales and liqueurs shipped this evening at
different sea…ports; I have; at present; a full cargo of 'humming
stuff' taken in and duly paid for at the sign of the 'Jolly Tar。' You
will; therefore; please your majesty; be so good as to take the will
for the deed  for by no manner of means either can I or will I
swallow another drop  least of all a drop of that villainous
bilge…water that answers to the hall of 'Black Strap。'〃

〃Belay that!〃 interrupted Tarpaulin; astonished not more at the
length of his companion's speech than at the nature of his refusal 
〃Belay that you tubber!  and I say; Legs; none of your palaver! My
hull is still light; although I confess you yourself seem to be a
little top…heavy; and as for the matter of your share of the cargo;
why rather than raise a squall I would find stowageroom for it
myself; but〃 

〃This proceeding;〃 interposed the president; 〃is by no means in
accordance with the terms of the mulct or sentence; which is in its
nature Median; and not to be altered or recalled。 The conditions we
have imposed must be fulfilled to the letter; and that without a
moment's hesitation  in failure of which fulfilment we decree that
you do here be tied neck and heels together; and duly drowned as
rebels in yon hogshead of October beer!〃

〃A sentence!  a sentence!  a righteous and just sentence!  a
glorious decree!  a most worthy and upright; and holy
condemnation!〃 shouted the Pest family altogether。 The king elevated
his forehead into innumerable wrinkles; the gouty little old man
puffed like a pair of bellows; the lady of the winding sheet waved
her nose to and fro; the gentleman in the cotton drawers pricked up
his ears; she of the shroud gasped like a dying fish; and he of the
coffin looked stiff and rolled up his eyes。

〃Ugh! ugh! ugh!〃 chuckled Tarpaulin without heeding the general
excitation; 〃ugh! ugh! ugh!  ugh! ugh! ugh!  ugh! ugh! ugh!  I
was saying;〃 said he; 〃I was saying when Mr。 King Pest poked in his
marlin…spike; that as for the matter of two or three gallons more or
less of Black Strap; it was a trifle to a tight sea…boat like myself
not overstowed  but when it comes to drinking the health of the
Devil (whom God assoilzie) and going down upon my marrow bones to his
ill…favored majesty there; whom I know; as well as I know myself to
be a sinner; to be nobody in the whole world; but Tim Hurlygurly the
stage…player  why! it's quite another guess sort of a thing; and
utterly and altogether past my comprehension。〃

He was not allowed to finish this speech in tranquillity。 At the name
Tim Hurlygurly the whole assembly leaped from their name seats。

〃Treason!〃 shouted his Majesty King Pest the First。

〃Treason!〃 said the little man with the gout。

〃Treason!〃 screamed the Arch Duchess Ana…Pest。

〃Treason!〃 muttered the gentleman with his jaws tied up。

〃Treason!〃 growled he of the coffin。

〃Treason! treason!〃 shrieked her majesty of the mouth; and; seizing
by the hinder part of his breeches the unfortunate Tarpaulin; who had
just commenced pouring out for himself a skull of liqueur; she lifted
him high into the air; and let him fall without ceremony into the
huge open puncheon of his beloved ale。 Bobbing up and down; for a few
seconds; like an apple in a bowl of toddy; he; at length; finally
disappeared amid the whirlpool of foam which; in the already
effervescent liquor; his struggles easily succeeded in creating。

Not tamely; however; did the tall seaman behold the discomfiture of
his companion。 Jostling King Pest through the open trap; the valiant
Legs slammed the door down upon him with an oath; and strode towards
the centre of the room。 Here tearing down the skeleton which swung
over the table; he laid it about him with so much energy and good
will; that; as the last glimpses of light died away within the
apartment; he succeeded in knocking out the brains of the little
gentleman with the gout。 Rushing then with all his force against the
fatal hogshead full of October ale and Hugh Tarpaulin; he rolled it
over and over in an instant。 Out burst a deluge of liquor so fierce
 so impetuous  so overwhelming  that the room was flooded from
wall to wall  the loaded table was overturned  the tressels were
thrown upon their backs  the tub of punch into the fire…place 
and the ladies into hysterics。 Piles of death…furniture floundered
about。 Jugs; pitchers; and carboys mingled promiscuously in the
melee; and wicker flagons encountered desperately with bottles of
junk。 The man with the horrors was drowned upon the spot…the little
stiff gentleman floated off in his coffin  and the victorious Legs;
seizing by the waist the fat lady in the shroud; rushed out with her
into the street; and made a bee…line for the 〃Free and Easy;〃
followed under easy sail by the redoubtable Hugh Tarpaulin; who;
having sneezed three or four times; panted and puffed after him with
the Arch Duchess Ana…Pest。

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THREE SUNDAYS IN A WEEK

YOU hard…headed; dunder…headed; obstinate; rusty; crusty; musty;
fusty; old savage!〃 said I; in fancy; one afternoon; to my grand
uncle Rumgudgeon  shaking my fist at him in imagination。

Only in imagination。 The

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