《红楼梦》翻译（三百零五）

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《红楼梦》翻译（三百零五）

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　　吃了饭点戏时，贾母一定先叫宝钗点．宝钗推让一遍，无法，只得点了一折《西游记> >．贾母自是欢喜，然后便命凤姐点．凤姐亦知贾母喜热闹，更喜谑笑科诨，便点了一出《刘二当衣》．贾母果真更又喜欢，然后便命黛玉点．黛玉因让薛姨妈王夫人等．贾母道：“今日原是我特带着你们取笑，咱们只管咱们的，别理他们．我巴巴的唱戏摆酒，为他们不成？他们在这里白听白吃，已经便宜了，还让他们点呢！"说着，大家都笑了．黛玉方点了一出．然后宝玉，史湘云，迎，探，惜，李纨等俱各点了，接出扮演．至上酒席时，贾母又命宝钗点．宝钗点了一出《鲁智深醉闹五台山》．宝玉道：“只好点这些戏。”宝钗道：“你白听了这几年的戏，那里知道这出戏的好处，排场又好，词藻更妙。” 宝玉道：“我从来怕这些热闹。”宝钗笑道：“要说这一出热闹，你还算不知戏呢．你过来，我告诉你，这一出戏热闹不热闹．——是一套北《点绛唇》，铿锵顿挫，韵律不用说是好的了，只那词藻中有一支《寄生草》，填的极妙，你何曾知道。”宝玉见说的这般好，便凑近来央告：“好姐姐，念与我听听。”宝钗便念道：

　　漫つ英雄泪，相离处士家．谢慈悲剃度在莲台

　　下．没缘法转眼分离乍．赤条条来去无牵挂．那里讨

　　烟蓑雨笠卷单行？一任俺芒鞋破钵随缘化！宝玉听了，喜的拍膝画圈，称赏不已，又赞宝钗无书不知，林黛玉道：“安静看戏罢，还没唱《山门》，你倒《妆疯》了。”说的湘云也笑了．于是大家看戏．至晚散时，贾母深爱那作小旦的与一个作小丑的，因命人带进来，细看时益发可怜见．因问年纪，那小旦才十一岁，小丑才九岁，大家叹息一回．贾母令人另拿些肉果与他两个，又另外赏钱两串．凤姐笑道：“这个孩子扮上活象一个人，你们再看不出来。”宝钗心里也知道，便只一笑不肯说．宝玉也猜着了，亦不敢说．史湘云接着笑道：“倒象林妹妹的模样儿。”宝玉听了，忙把湘云瞅了一眼，使个眼色．众人却都听了这话，留神细看，都笑起来了，说果然不错．一时散了．
霍克斯译文
Next Dai-yu was asked to choose. She deferred to Aunt Xing and Aunt Wang; but Grandmother Jia was insistent:
‘I’ve brought you young people here today for some fun,’ she said. ‘I want you to enjoy yourselves. Never mind about them! I didn’t go to all this trouble just for their sakes! They are lucky to be here at all, having all this good food and enter tainment for nothing: you surely don’t think that on top of that I’m going to let them choose the plays?’
The others all laughed, and Dai-yu chose a play. Then Bao-yu, Shi Xiang-yun, Ying-chun, Tan-chun, Xi-chun and Li Wan each chose a play in turn, after which the little players proceeded to perform them in the order in which they had been selected.
When the time came to bring in the wine and begin the feast, Grandmother Jia invited Bao-chai to choose again. This time she asked for Zhi-shen at the Monastery Gate.
‘Why do you keep choosing plays like that?’ said Bao-yu.
‘To hear you talk, it doesn’t sound as if all your years of play-going have taught you much,’ said Bao-chai. ‘This is an excellent play, both from the point of view of the music and of the words.’
‘I can’t stand noisy plays,’ said Bao-yu. ‘I never could.’
‘If you call this a noisy play,’ said Bao-chai, ‘it proves that you don’t know what you’re talking about. Come over here and I’ll explain. This Zhi-shen at the Monastery Gate is a “Ruby Lips” sequence in the Northern mode. That means, musically speaking, that it is in a vigorous, somewhat staccato style. In fact the musical excellence of this piece goes without saying. But apart from that, the libretto is good, too. The words of Zhi-shen’s “Clinging Vine” aria, which is the last but one in the sequence, are particularly fine.’
Bao-yu was interested, drew his chair closer, and begged her to let him hear them. Lowering her voice so as not to dis turb the others, she half-sang, half-recited them for his benefit:

‘I dash aside the manly tear

And take leave of my monkish home.

A word of thanks to you, my Master dear,

Who tonsured me before the Lotus Throne:

‘T was not my luck to stay with you,

And in a short while I must say adieu,

Naked and friendless through the world to roam.

I ask no goods, no gear to take away,

Only straw sandals and a broken bowl,

To beg from place to place as best I may.’

Bao-yu listened enthralled tapping his knee and nodding his head in time to her singing. When she had done, he agreed enthusiastically about the excellence of the words and congratulated her on the extraordinary breadth of her know ledge.
‘Sh!’ said Dai-yu, looking round crossly in Bao-yu’s direction. ‘Can’t you be a bit quieter and attend to the play? This is Zhi-shen at the Monastery Gate we’re supposed to be listening to, not Jing-de Acts the Madman!’
Xiang-yun found this very funny.
They continued to watch plays until the evening. Grand mother Jia had taken a particular fancy to the little player who had acted the ***e’s parts and the one who had played the clown, and when the last performance was over, she asked for them to be brought in to see her. She found them very ‘sweet’ - even more so on a closer inspection - and asked them their ages. The leading lady turned out to be eleven and the clown only nine! There were murmurs and exclamations from all present when they heard this, and Grandmother Jia told someone to give them delicacies from the table and a present of money each, in addition to what they would receive as members of the troupe.
Meanwhile Xi-feng appeared to be very much amused about something.
‘The way that child there is made-up makes him look so like someone we know,’ she said. ‘Haven’t any of you noticed?’
Bao-chai knew whom she was referring to, but merely nodded her head slightly without replying. Bao-yu, too, nodded, but did not dare to reply. Only Xiang-yun was tactless enough to say anything:
‘Oh, I know!’ she blurted out. ‘Like Cousin Lin, you mean?’
Bao-yu shot a quick glance in her direction; but it was too late. Xiang-yun’s reply had prompted the others to look more carefully, with the result that they all instantaneously burst out laughing, so striking was the resemblance. Shortly after this the party broke up.

杨宪益译文
After breakfast it was time to choose the plays and the Lady Dowa ger called on Baochai to name her choice. The girl declined the honour at first but finally, to the old lady’s delight, named a scene from Pilgrimage to the West. Next, Xifeng was ordered to take her pick. And knowing the old lady’s liking for lively plays, especially comedies and burlesques, she pleased her even more by selecting Liu Er Pawns His Clothes.
Daiyu, told to choose next, deferred to Aunt Xue and Lady Wang.
“I planned today as a treat for you girls,” said the Lady Dowager, “So make your choice and never mind your aunts. I didn’t lay on this show and feast for them. They’re lucky to be here at all, able to watch and eat free of charge, but I won’t let them choose any items.”
All laughed at that, and then Daiyu suggested one piece. She was followed by Baoyu, Xiangyun, the three Jia girls and Li Wan, and their choices were put on in turn.
When the feast was ready the Lady Dowager told Baochai to select another opera, and she asked for The Drunken Monk.
“You always choose something rowdy,” objected Baoyu.
“You’ve been watching operas all these years for nothing if you don’t know how good this is,” retorted Baochai. “Besides being spectacular it has some magnificent lines.”
“I never could stand noisy shows,” he persisted.
“If you call this noisy that just shows how little you know about op era,” she rejoined. “Come over here and let me explain. This opera has most stirring arias sung in the northern mode Dian Jiang Chun, which needless to say is an excellent melody; and the verses set to Ji Sheng Cao are quite superb, did you but know it.”
Baoyu edged closer then and begged her to recite them to him.
Baochai declaimed:

“Dried are the hero’s tears.
My patron’s house left behind;
By grace divine
Tonsured below the Lotus Throne.
Not destined to stay,
I leave the monastery in a flash,
Naked I go without impediment;
My sole wish now
To roam alone in coir cape and bamboo hat,
And in straw sandals with a broken aims bow!
To wander where I will.”

Baoyu pounded his lap to the rhythm of the verse and nodded appre ciatively, loud in his praise of these words as well as of her erudition.
“Do be quiet and watch,” said Daiyu. “Before we’ve seen The Drunken Monk you’re playing The General Feigns Madness.
This set Xiangyun giggling.
They went on watching operas until dusk. By then the Lady Dowager had taken a special fancy to the girl who played the part of the ***es and the one who took the clown’s role. She had them brought to her and on closer inspection found them even sweeter. All marvelled when it was disclosed that the ***e was only eleven, the clown only nine. The old lady rewarded them with some extra delicacies and two additional strings of cash.
“When that child’s made up she’s the living image of someone here,”
remarked Xifeng. “Have none of you noticed?”
Baochai knew whom she meant but she just smiled. Baoyu too had guessed but did not dare to speak out.
Xiangyun, however, blurted out, “I know! She looks just like Cousin Daiyu.”
Too late Baoyu shot her a warning glance, for by now everyone had noticed the resemblance and laughingly declared that it was most strik ing. Soon afterwards they scattered.

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