Young Goodman年轻的古德曼 中英对照

真怪啦，

天都黑了，

这位古迪·克洛伊丝还在野 地里乱跑。

”他道，

不过，

请准许俺抄近穿过林子，

好把这位基督徒扔 到后头去。

她既不认识你，

说不定会向俺打听这

是跟谁在一起，到哪儿去。”

“就这么 办，”旅伴道，“你去钻林子，我还顺这条路走好了。”

Accordingly, the young man turned aside, but took care to watch his companion, who

advanced softly along the road, until he had come within a staff's length of the old dame. She,

meanwhile, was making the best of her way, with singular speed for so aged a woman, and

mumbling some indistinct words, a prayer, doubtless, as she went. The traveller put forth his

staff, and touched her withered neck with what seemed the serpent's tail.

于是小伙子拐过一边，不 过还留神盯着伙伴。只见他悄悄前行，离那老妇只剩一手杖

之遥。

而她却跌步疾行，

这么大年纪速度惊人，

一面走还一面嘟嘟囔 囔

--

不消说，

是祷告呢。

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魔鬼！

虔诚的老太婆惊叫一声。

leaning on his writhing stick.

“这么说，古迪·克洛伊丝还认识老朋友？“ 老头拄着手杖面对她道。

and in the very image of my old gossip, Goodman Brown, the grandfather of the silly fellow

that now is. But--would your worship believe it?--my broomstick hath strangely disappeared,

stolen,

as

I

suspect,

by

that

unhanged

witch,

Goody

Cory,

and

that,

too,

when

I

was

all

anointed with the juice of smallage and cinque- foil and wo lf's-bane--

啊，当真是阁下您啊？“善良的老太太叫道。“嘿，真是您，活 像俺的老伙计古德曼·布

朗，

就是如今那个傻小子布朗的爷爷。

不过

--

阁下您信不信？

--

俺的那把长条帚莫名其妙就

不见了。

准是那个天杀的巫婆古迪·戈雷偷走啦，

而且还是趁俺往身上抹野芹菜、

委

陵菜、乌头汁的时候

一

with

fine

wheat

and

the

fat

of

a

new-born

babe,

said

the

shape

of

old

Goodman Brown.

< /p>

还搀上细磨面粉和新生儿的油吧？“模样像老古德曼·布朗的人道。

saying, being all ready for the meeting, and no horse to ride on, I made up my mind to foot

it; for they tell me, there is a nice young man to be taken into communion to- night. But now

your good worship will lend me your arm, and we shall be there in a twinkling.

< br>“哎，阁下您知道这秘方。“老太太咯咯笑，“就像俺说的，万事齐备，只差赴会，可骑

< br>的马没了，只好下决心走着去。人家告诉俺，今晚有个不错的小伙子要来入会。好啦，阁下

您把胳膊伸给俺行不？帮俺一把，咱们好眨眼功夫就赶到哇。

< br>

but here is my staff, if you will.

“那可不行，”她朋友回答，“古迪·克洛伊丝， 我不能把胳膊给你。不过你需要的话，这

根手杖可以借给你。”

So saying, he threw it down at her feet, where, perhaps, it assumed life, being one of

the rods which its owner had formerly lent to Egyptian Magi. Of this fact, however, Goodman

Brown could not take cognizance. He had cast up his eyes in astonishment, and looking down

again, beheld neither Goody Cloyse nor the serpentine staff, but his fellow-traveller alone,

who waited for him as calmly as if nothing had happened.

说着，他把手杖往她脚下一扔。到了她那儿，那东西大概就突然变为活物，因为主人

曾把它借给埃及的魔法师。

不过，

这件事古德曼·布 朗可没能看清。

他吃惊地瞪着眼睛往上一

看，

< br>再往下看时，

古迪·克洛伊丝和蛇形手杖就都无影无踪，

只剩下先前那位旅伴，

泰然地等

着他。

of meaning in this simple comment.

“那老太婆还教过俺基督教教义咧。”小 伙子道。简简单单一句话，意味无穷。

They continued to walk onward, while the elder traveller exhorted his companion to

make good speed and persevere in the path, discoursing so aptly, that his arguments seemed

rather to spring up in the bosom of his auditor, than to be suggested by himself. As they went,

he plucked a branch of maple, to serve for a walking- stick, and began to strip it of the twigs

and little boughs, which were wet with evening dew. The moment his fingers touched them,

they

became

strangely

withered

and

dried

up,

as

with

a

week's

sunshine.

Thus

the

pair

proceeded, at a good free pace, until suddenly, in a gloomy hollow of the road, Goodman

Brown sat himself down on the stump of a tree, and refused to go any farther.

二人继续朝前走。

年长的直催年轻的加快步伐，

坚持走那条道路，

道理讲得有理有节，

仿佛条条发自听 者的内心，倒并非由他一一摆出来。走着走着，他折下一根枫树枝，动手剥

去上头夜露盈 盈的小枝小权。怪的是，他手指刚碰上去，

那些枝枝权权就立刻干萎，干得就

二人就这样快步前进，

一直来到 路上有个黑黝黝大坑的地方。

古德曼·布朗

忽然一屁股坐到一截 树桩上，不肯再往前走。

this errand. What if a wretched old woman do choose to go to the devil, when I thought she

was going to Heaven! Is that any reason why I should quit my dear Faith, and go after her?

< /p>

“伙计，“他执拗地说，”俺决心已定，为这种差使俺可一步也不肯走了。就算俺以为那< /p>

老恶婆是去天堂，可其实她是去见魔鬼，也没理由叫我丢下心爱的费丝去学她的样啊！

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and rest yourself awhile; and when you feel like moving again, there is my staff to help you

along.

这件事，你的想法慢慢会变的，”他伙计从容不迫，”坐在这歇会儿，等到想走了，我

的拐杖会帮你一把！

Without more words, he threw his companion the maple stick, and was as speedily out

of sight, as if he had vanished into the deepening gloom. The young man sat a few moments

by the road-side, applauding himself greatly, and thinking with how clear a conscience he

should meet the minister, in his morning-walk, nor shrink from the eye of good old Deacon

Gookin. And what calm sleep would be his, that very night, which was to have been spent so

wickedly,

but

purely

and

sweetly

now,

in

the

arms

of

Faith!

Amidst

these

pleasant

and

praiseworthy meditations, Goodman Brown heard the tramp of horses along the road, and

deemed it advisable to conceal himself within the verge of the forest, conscious of the guilty

purpose that had brought him thither, though now so happily turned from it.

不再多言，他把枫树枝扔给布朗，自己转眼不见，仿佛融入茫茫黑夜。年轻人在路边

歇了一会儿，对自己大加赞赏。

寻思明天早上碰到牧师散步，

该何等问心无愧，也用不着躲

避善良的老执事古金先生的目光啦。这原 本打算鬼混的一夜，如今要安睡在费丝的怀抱里，

多纯洁，多甜蜜！这些值得夸奖的念头 正转得美滋滋，忽听路上传来马蹄得得。布朗觉得还

是躲进林子里的好，

想到那个把自己带到此地的罪恶目的就有愧，

虽说刚才还为自己悬崖勒

马而感到高兴。

On came the hoof-tramps and the voices of the riders, two grave old voices, conversing

soberly as they drew near. These mingled sounds appeared to pass along the road, within a

few yards of the young man's hiding-place; but owing, doubtless, to the depth of the gloom,

at that particular spot, neither the travellers nor their steeds were visible. Though their figures

brushed the small boughs by the way-side, it could not be seen that they intercepted, even

for a moment, the faint gleam from the strip of bright sky, athwart which they must have

passed.

Goodman

Brown

alternately

crouched

and

stood

on

tip-toe,

pulling

aside

the

branches, and thrusting forth his head as far as he durst, without discerning so much as a

shadow. It vexed him the more, because he could have sworn, were such a thing possible,

that he recognized the voices of the minister and Deacon Gookin, jogging along quietly, as

they were wont to do, when bound to some ordination or ecclesiastical council. While yet

within hearing, one of the riders stopped to pluck a switch.

马蹄声，骑手说话声越来越近，谈话的像是两位庄重严肃的老 者。混杂的声音顺路而

过，离小伙子的藏身处仅数码之遥。

当然 ，那地方夜幕重重，

骑马赶路人和他们的坐骑都看

不清楚。

他们的身体擦过路旁的小树枝，

但并不见他们哪怕片刻挡住明亮夜空 投下的那道微

光，

他们一定从那儿经过来着。

< br>古德曼·布朗时而蹲下，

时而踮起脚尖，

拨开树枝，

麻起胆子，

把脑袋尽可能伸出去，

可还是啥 也看不到。

他更焦躁了，

因为他敢发誓，

要真有这种事的话，

方才听到的正是牧师与古金执事的声音。

他们从从容容缓缓前进，

跟平日里去参加什么圣职

授任仪式或教 会会议一样。眼下还听得见他们，其中一位停下折了根树枝。

the

two,

reverend

Sir,

said

the

voice

like

the

deacon's,

I

had

rather

miss

an

ordination-dinner than tonight's meeting. They tell me that some of our community are to

be here from Falmouth and beyond, and others from Connecticut and Rhode- Island; besides

several of the Indian powows, who, after their fashion, know almost as much deviltry as the

best of us. Moreover, there is a goodly young woman to be taken into communion.

“尊敬的牧师 先生，“两者当中那个像执事的声音说，“我宁愿放弃授圣职的宴席，也不

愿错过今晚的 聚会。

人家告诉我，

有些会友从法尔茅斯或更远的地方赶来，< /p>

有些还从康涅狄

格和罗得岛来。

另外，还 有几位印第安巫师哩，他们依自己的方式施行妖术，跟咱们当中最

出色的不相上下。再说 啦，今晚还有个年轻漂亮的女人要来入会。”

or we shall be late. Nothing can be done, you know, until I get on the ground.

“好极啦，

古金！< /p>

”牧师苍老的喉咙应道，

“打马快跑吧，

不然咱们就该迟到啦。

你知道，

我不到场，什么也干不成。”< /p>

The hoofs clattered again, and the voices, talking so strangely in the empty air, passed

on through the forest, where no church had ever been gathered, nor solitary Christian prayed.

Whither, then, could these holy men be journeying, so deep into the heathen wilderness?

Young Goodman Brown caught hold of a tree, for support, being ready to sink down on the

ground, faint and overburthened with the heavy sickness of his heart. He looked up to the

sky, doubting whether there really was a Heaven above him. Yet, there was the blue arch, and

the stars brightening in it.

蹄声又得得响起，那说话声奇怪地在空中回响，一直穿过树林。那儿从没有什么聚会

的 教堂，

也没有哪个寂寞的教徒去做祷告。

那么，

两位圣人深入这异教徒的荒野到底要去哪

里？小伙子布朗赶紧抱住一棵树，不然 就会瘫倒在地。他头发昏，心沉重，痛苦不堪。仰望

苍天，疑惑头顶是否真有天国。然而 ，但见天空蓝蓝，繁星闪烁。

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Heaven

above,

and

Faith

below,

I

will

yet

stand

firm

against

the

devil!

cried

Goodman Brown.

“天国在上，费丝在下，俺还是要对抗魔鬼，坚定不移！

古德曼·布朗发出呐喊。

While he still gazed upward, into the deep arch of the firmament, and had lifted his

hands to pray, a cloud, though no wind was stirring, hurried across the zenith, and hid the

brightening stars. The blue sky was still visible, except directly overhead, where this black mass

of cloud was sweeping swiftly northward. Aloft in the air, as if from the depths of the cloud,

came

a

confused

and

doubtful

sound

of

voices.

Once,

the

listener

fancied

that

he

could

distinguish the accent of town's-people of his own, men and women, both pious and ungodly,

many of whom he had met at the communion-table, and had seen others rioting at the tavern.

The next moment, so indistinct were the sounds, he doubted whether he had heard aught

but the murmur of the old forest, whispering without a wind. Then came a stronger swell of

those familiar tones, heard daily in the sunshine, at Salem village, but never, until now, from

a cloud of night. There was one voice, of a young woman, uttering lamentations, yet with an

uncertain sorrow, and entreating for some favor, which, perhaps, it would grieve her to obtain.

And all the unseen multitude, both saints and sinners, seemed to encourage her onward.

他仰望深邃天边的苍穹，举起双手就要祈祷。忽然，虽未起风，却有一 团乌云匆匆掠

过天顶，

遮住了明亮的群星。

蓝天依旧，

只有头顶正上方那团乌云飞快地飘向北方。

高空 中，

仿佛自云团深处，传来一片可疑的嘈杂人声。

要时间，他觉 得听出了村里乡亲们的声音，男

男女女，有的敬神，

有的不敬。

其中不少曾在圣餐桌上会过面，还有不少在酒店见过他们闹

饮狂 欢。倏忽之间，

那声音又变得模糊不清。

也许方才听到的不过是 宁静无风的夜晚，

古老