【经典名著阅读】《红字》第十二章（上）
Chapter 12 THE MINISTER'S VIGIL第十二章 牧师的夜游
WALKING in the shadow of a dream, as it were, and perhaps actually under the influence of a species of somnambulism, Mr Dimmesdale reached the spot, where, now so long since, Hester Prynne had lived through her first hours of public ignominy. The same platform or scaffold, black and weather-stained with the storm or sunshine of seven long years, and foot-worn, too, with the tread of many culprits who had since ascended it, remained standing beneath the balcony of the meeting-house. The minister went up the steps.丁梅斯代尔先生当真是在一种梦幻的阴影中行走，或许实际上是在一种梦游的影响下行走，他一直来到当初海丝特．白兰第一次公开受辱数小时的地点。还是那一座平台或刑台，由于七年悠长岁月的风吹日晒雨淋已经变得斑驳黎黑，而且由于又有许多犯人登台示众已经给践踏得高低不平，不过它依然矗立在议事厅的阳台之下。牧师一步步走上台阶。
It was an obscure night of early May. An unvaried pall of cloud muffled the whole expanse of sky from zenith to horizon. If the same multitude which had stood as eye-witnesses while Hester Prynne sustained her punishment could now have been summoned forth, they would have discerned no face above the platform, nor hardly the outline of a human shape, in the dark grey of the midnight. But the town was all asleep. There was no peril of discovery. The minister might stand there, if it so pleased him, until morning should redden in the east, without other risk than that the dank and chill night-air would creep into his frame, and stiffen his joints with rheumatism, and clog his throat with catarrh and cough; thereby defrauding the expectant audience of to-morrow's prayer and sermon. No eye could see him, save that ever-wakeful one which had seen him in his closet, wielding the bloody scourge. Why, then, had he come hither? Was it but the mockery of penitence? A mockery, indeed, but in which his soul trifled with itself! A mockery at which angels blushed and wept, while fiends rejoiced, with jeering laughter! He had been driven hither by the impulse of that Remorse which dogged him everywhere, and whose own sister and closely linked companion was that Cowardice which invariably drew him back, with her tremulous gripe, just when the other impulse had hurried him to the verge of a disclosure. Poor,miserable man! what right had infirmity like his to burden itself with crime? Crime is for the iron-nerved, who have their choice either to endure it, or, if it press too hard, to exert their fierce and savage strength for a good purpose, and fling it off at once! This feeble and most sensitive of spirits could do neither, yet continually did one thing or another, which intertwined, in the same inextricable knot, the agony of heaven-defying guilt and vain repentance.那是五月初的一个朦胧的夜晚。一望无际的云幕蒙住了从天顶到地乎线的整个夜空。假如当年海丝特．白兰忍辱受罚时站在那里围观的人群能够重新召集起来的话，他们在这昏黑的午夜依然无法分辨台上人的面孔，甚至也难以看清那人的轮廓。不过，整个城镇都在睡梦之中，不会有被人发观的危险。只要牧师愿意，他可以在那儿一直站到东方泛红。除去阴冷的空气会钻进他的肌体，风湿症会弄僵他的关节，粘膜炎和咳嗽会妨碍他的喉咙之外，绝无其它风险可担；果真染上这些症状，也无非是让翌日参加祈祷和布道的听众的殷殷期望落空而已。没有谁的眼睛会看到他，尽是要除掉那一双始终警觉的眼睛——那人已经看到过他在内室中用血淋淋的鞭子捆打自己了。既然如此，他为什么还要到这里来呢？难道只是对仟悔加以嘲弄吗？这确实是一种嘲弄，但是在这种嘲弄之中，他的灵魂却在自嘲！这种嘲弄，天使会为之胀红着脸哭泣，而恶魔则会嬉笑着称庆！他是被那追逐得他无地自容的“自责”的冲动驱赶到这里来的，而这“自责”的胞妹和密友则是“怯懦”。每当“自责”的冲动催促他到达坦白的边缘时，“怯懦”就一定会用颤抖的双手拖他回去。可怜的不幸的人啊！象他这样一个柔弱的人如何承受得起罪恶的重负呢？罪恶是那种神经如钢铁的人干的，他们自己可以选择：要么甘心忍受；要么在受压过甚时便运用自己凶猛的蛮力，振臂一甩，以达目的！这个身体赢弱而精神敏感的人两者都不能做到，却又不停地彷徨于二者之间，时而这，时而那，终将滔天之罪的痛苦与徒劳无益的悔恨纠缠在一起，形成死结。
And thus, while standing on the scaffold, in this vain show of expiation, Mr. Dimmesdale was overcome with a great horror of mind, as if the universe were gazing at a scarlet token on his naked breast, right over his heart. On that spot, in very truth, there was, and there had long been, the gnawing and poisonous tooth of bodily pain. Without any effort of his will, or power to restrain himself, he shrieked aloud; an outcry that went pealing through the night, and was beaten back from one house to another, and reverberated from the hills in the background; as if a company of devils, detecting so much misery and terror in it, had made a plaything of the sound, and were bandying it to and fro.就这样，丁梅斯代尔先生站立到刑台之上，进行这场无济于事的赎罪表演，这时，一种巨大的恐怖感攫佐了他，仿佛整个宇宙都在盯视他裸露的胸膛上正在心口处的红色标记。就在那块地方，肉体痛苦的毒牙确确实实在咬啮着他，而且已经为时很久了。他没有了任何意志力或控制力，便大吼一声，这一声嘶叫直插夜空，在一家家住宅间震响，并回荡在背后的丛山之中，象是有一伙魔鬼发现这声音中有如许多的不幸和恐怖，便将它当作玩物，来来回回地摆弄起来。
"It is done!" muttered the minister, covering his face with his hands. "The whole town will awake, and hurry forth, and find me here!"“这下子完了！”牧师用双手遮住脸，喃喃自语。“全镇的人都会惊醒，匆忙跑来，在这儿发现我了！
But it was not so. The shriek had perhaps sounded with a far greater power, to his own startled ears, than it actually possessed. The town did not awake; or, if it did, the drowsy slumberers mistook the cry either for something frightful in a dream, or for the noise of witches; whose voices, at that period, were often heard to pass over the settlements or lonely cottages, as they rode with Satan through the air. The clergyman, therefore, hearing no symptoms of disturbance, uncovered his eyes and looked about him. At one of the chamber-windows of Governor Bellingham's mansion, which stood at some distance, on the line of another street, he beheld the appearance of the old magistrate himself, with a lamp in his hand, a white night-cap on his head, and a long white gown enveloping his figure. He looked like a ghost, evoked unseasonably from the grave. The cry had evidently startled him. At another window of the same house, moreover, appeared old Mistress Hibbins, the Governor's sister, also with a lamp, which, even thus far off, revealed the expression of her sour and discontented face. She thrust forth her head from the lattice, and looked anxiously upward. Beyond the shadow of a doubt, this venerable witch-lady had heard Mr. Dimmesdale's outcry, and interpreted it, with its multitudinous echoes and reverberations, as the clamour of the fiends and night-hags, with whom she was well known to make excursions into the forest. Detecting the gleam of Governor Bellingham's lamp, the old lady quickly extinguished her own, and vanished. Possibly, she went up among the clouds. The minister saw nothing further of her motions. The magistrate, after a wary observation of the darkness- into which, nevertheless, he could see but little farther than he might into a mill-stone- retired from the window.但是并没有发生这种情况。，那声尖叫，在他自己受惊的耳朵听起来，要比实际的音响大得多。镇上人并没有惊醒，就算惊醒了，那些睡得昏昏沉沉的人也会误以为这喊叫是梦中的惊悸或是女巫的吵闹——在那个年月，当女巫们随着撒旦飞过天际时，她们的声音时常在居民区或孤独的茅屋上空掠过，被人们听见。因此，牧师没有听见任何骚动的征象，便不再捂着眼，并四下张望。在稍远的另一条街上，在贝灵汉总督宅邸的一个内室的窗口，他看到那位老长官露出头来，手中拿着一盏灯，头上戴着一顶白色睡帽，周身上下裹着一件白色长袍。他那副样子就象是一个从坟墓中不合时宜地钻出来的鬼魂。显然是那叫声惊醒了他。还有，那座房子的另一个窗口，出现了总督的姐姐，，西宾斯老夫人，她手里也拿着一盏灯，尽管距离这么远，仍然能看出她脸上那种乖戾不满的表情。她把头探出窗格，不安地朝天仰望。不消说，这位令人敬畏的老妖婆已经听到了丁梅斯代尔先生的叫喊，并且由于那无数的回声和反响，她还以为是恶魔和夜间飞行的女巫的喧嚣呢，人们都知道，她常同它们一起在林中嬉游。那老夫人一发现贝灵汉总督的灯光，就赶紧一日吹熄了自己的灯，消失不见了。很可能她飞上了云端。牧师再也望不见她‘的踪影了。总督在小心翼翼地向暗中观察一番之后，也缩回了身子，当然，在这般黑夜中他看不了多远，比起要望穿一块磨石相差无几。
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