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カラフル対訳で紹介しているJ. Walker McSpadden『Robin Hood』は、パブリックドメインの作品を出典としています。

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『ロビン・フッド』英文/和訳 CHAPTER XXIV ロビン・フッドの死

『ロビン・フッド』英文/和訳 CHAPTER XXIV ロビン・フッドの死

『Robin Hood』CHAPTER XXIV を、英語学習用に「英文→和訳」の順で読みやすく整理し、重要語句を多めに色分けしています。最終章のため、物語の余韻を残しつつ、重要表現・心理描写・場面描写を中心に色分けしています。

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“Give me my bent bow in my hand,
And a broad arrow I’ll let flee;
And where this arrow is taken up,
There shall my grave digg’d be.”

By good rights, this story should have ended with the wedding of Robin Hood and Maid Marian.

For many pleasant tales end with a wedding and the words, “they lived happy ever after.”

But this tale follows the old songs, and so we must go one step further and learn how Robin, after many more years, came at last to seek his grave.

Robin Hood and his men, now the Royal Archers, went with King Richard through England, settling disputes among the Norman barons.

Then the King went with great pomp and rejoicing to London, and Robin, the new Earl of Huntingdon, brought his Countess there.

There Marian became one of the finest ladies of the Court.

The Royal Archers were then divided into two bands.

One half stayed in London, while the other half returned to Sherwood and Barnesdale to guard the King’s preserves.

* * *

Several months passed, and Robin began to chafe under the restraint of city life.

He longed for the fresh pure air of the greenwood and the rollicking society of his yeomen.

One day, seeing some lads at archery practice upon a green, he could not help but lament.

“Woe is me! I fear my hand is losing its old-time cunning at the bow-string.”

At last he became so distraught that he asked leave to travel in foreign lands.

This was granted, and he took Maid Marian with him through many strange countries.

But in an Eastern land a great grief came upon him.

Marian sickened of a plague and died.

They had been married only five years, and Robin felt as though all the light had gone out of his life.

He wandered about the world for a few months longer, trying to forget his grief.

Then he came back to the court at London and sought some commission in active service.

But King Richard was again away upon adventures, and Prince John, acting as Regent, had never been fond of Robin.

He received Robin with a sarcastic smile.

“Go forth into the greenwood,” said he coldly, “and kill some more of the King’s deer.”

“Perhaps then the King will make you Prime Minister when he returns.”

The taunt fired Robin’s blood.

Since Marian’s death, he had been in a morose mood.

He answered Prince John hotly, and the Prince ordered his guards to seize him and cast him into the Tower.

* * *

After lying there for a few weeks, Robin was released by faithful Stutely and the remaining Royal Archers.

Together they fled the city and made their way to the greenwood.

There Robin blew the old familiar call which all had known and loved so well.

Up came running the rest of the band, those who had been Royal Foresters.

When they saw their old master, they embraced his knees, kissed his hands, and nearly cried for joy.

One and all, they forswore fealty to Prince John.

They lived quietly with Robin in the greenwood, doing harm to none, and waited for King Richard to come again.

But King Richard did not come again.

News reached them that he had met his death in a foreign land, and that John now reigned as King.

The proof soon followed, when the big, familiar form of Little John came striding through the glade.

“Art come to arrest us?” called Robin, as he ran forward and embraced his old comrade.

“Nay,” answered Little John. “I come not as Sheriff of Nottingham, thanks be.”

“The new King has deposed me, and greatly to my liking.”

“For I have long desired to join you again here in the greenwood.”

Then the whole band was right glad, and toasted Little John royally.

* * *

Soon after this, the new King waged fierce war upon the outlaws.

He sent so many scouting parties into Sherwood and Barnesdale that Robin and his men left those woods for a time.

They went into Derbyshire, near Haddon Hall.

There, a curious pile of stone was later shown as the ruins of Robin’s Castle.

It was said that the bold outlaw had defied his enemies there for a year or more.

At any rate, King John later found so many troubles of his own that he ceased troubling the outlaws.

But in one of the last sorties, Robin was wounded.

The cut did not seem serious, and it healed over the top, but it left a lurking fever.

Day by day his strength ebbed away, until he was in sore distress.

One day, while riding near Kirklees Abbey, he was seized by such a violent rush of blood to the head that he reeled and almost fell from his saddle.

He dismounted weakly and knocked at the Abbey gate.

A woman shrouded in black peered forth.

“Who are you that knock here? We allow no man within these walls,” she said.

“Open, for the love of Heaven!” he begged. “I am Robin Hood, ill of a fever and in sore straits.”

At the name of Robin Hood, the woman started back.

Then, as though bethinking herself, she unbarred the door and admitted him.

She helped his fainting frame up a stairway into a front room.

There she loosened his collar and bathed his face until he revived.

Then she spoke hurriedly in a low voice.

“Your fever will sink if you are bled. See, I have a lancet and will open your veins while you lie quiet.”

So she bled him, and Robin fell into a stupor that lasted nearly all day.

When he awoke, he was weak and exhausted from loss of blood.

* * *

There is a dispute about the abbess who bled him.

Some say she did it in all kindness of heart.

Others say she was none other than the former Sheriff’s daughter, and that she found her revenge at last in this cruel deed.

Be that as it may, Robin’s eyes swam from very weakness when he awoke.

He called wearily for help, but there was no response.

He looked longingly through the window at the green of the forest.

But he was too weak to leap down to the ground.

Then he bethought him of his horn,
Which hung down at his knee;
He set his horn unto his mouth,
And blew out weak blasts three.

Little John was nearby in the forest, or the blasts would never have been heard.

At the sound he sprang to his feet.

“Woe! woe!” he cried. “I fear my master is near dead, he blows so wearily!”

He made haste and ran to the Abbey door, knocking loudly for admittance.

Getting no reply, he burst in the door with frenzied blows of his mighty fist.

Soon he came running up to the room where Robin lay, white and faint.

“Alas, dear master!” cried Little John in great distress.

“I fear you have met with treachery. If so, grant me one last boon, I pray.”

“What is it?” asked Robin.

“Let me burn Kirklees-Hall with fire, and all its nunnery.”

“Nay, good comrade,” answered Robin gently. “I cannot grant such a boon.”

“The dear Christ bade us forgive all our enemies.”

“Moreover, you know I never hurt woman in all my life, nor man when in woman’s company.”

* * *

He closed his eyes and fell back, so that Little John thought him dying.

Great tears fell from the giant’s eyes and wet his master’s hand.

Robin slowly rallied and seized his comrade’s outstretched arm.

“Lift me up, good Little John,” he said brokenly.

“I want to smell the air from the good greenwood once again.”

“Give me my good yew bow, and fix a broad arrow upon the string.”

“Out yonder, among the oaks, where this arrow shall fall, let them dig my grave.”

With one last mighty effort, he sped his shaft out of the open window.

It flew straight and true, as in the days of old, until it struck the largest oak and dropped in the shadow of the trees.

Then Robin fell back upon the sobbing breast of his devoted friend.

“’Tis the last,” he murmured.

“Tell the brave hearts to lay me there with the green sod under my head and feet.”

“And let them lay my bent bow at my side, for it has made sweet music in mine ears.”

He rested a moment, and Little John scarcely knew whether he was still alive.

Suddenly Robin’s eye brightened, and he seemed to think himself back once more with the band in the open forest glade.

He struggled to rise.

“Ha! ’tis a fine stag, Will! And Allan, thou never didst thrum the harp more sweetly.”

“How the light blazes! And Marian!—’tis my Marian—come at last!”

So died the body of Robin Hood.

But his spirit lives on through the centuries in the deathless ballads sung of him, and in the hearts of men who love freedom and chivalry.

They buried him where his last arrow had fallen, and they set a stone to mark the spot.

“Here underneath his little stone
Lies Robert, Earl of Huntingdon;
Never archer as he so good,
And people called him Robin Hood.”

“Such outlaws as he and his men
Will England never see again.”

出典:Project Gutenberg『Robin Hood』by J. Walker McSpadden をもとに、英語学習用の英文・和訳・語句色分け形式に編集しています。これで本作の最終章です。

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