撞婚議配 Which Daughter?
咦!滿堂中銀燭輝煌,這獃子朝上禮拜。拜畢,道:「娘,你把那個姐姐配我哩?」他丈母道:「正是這些兒疑難:我要把大女兒配你,恐二女怪;要把二女配你,恐三女怪;欲將三女配你,又恐大女怪:所以終疑未定。」八戒道:「娘,既怕相爭,都與我罷,省得鬧鬧吵吵,亂了家法。」他丈母道:「豈有此理!你一人就占我三個女兒不成!」八戒道:「你看娘說的話,那個沒有三房四妾?就再多幾個,你女婿也笑納了。我幼年間,也曾學得個鏖戰之法,管情一個個伏侍得他歡喜。」咦!满堂中银烛辉煌,这呆子朝上礼拜。拜毕,道:「娘,你把那个姐姐配我哩?」他丈母道:「正是这些儿疑难:我要把大女儿配你,恐二女怪;要把二女配你,恐三女怪;欲将三女配你,又恐大女怪:所以终疑未定。」八戒道:「娘,既怕相争,都与我罢,省得闹闹吵吵,乱了家法。」他丈母道:「岂有此理!你一人就占我三个女儿不成!」八戒道:「你看娘说的话,那个没有三房四妾?就再多几个,你女婿也笑纳了。我幼年间,也曾学得个鏖战之法,管情一个个伏侍得他欢喜。」
逐句解 Line by line
Ah!
The storyteller's 咦, a flourish that turns the listener's head toward the lamplit room.
The hall was ablaze with silver candles as the blockhead, facing forward, made his bows.
滿堂中, all through the hall, with 中 as zhōng; 朝上, facing forward, with 朝 as cháo; 獃子 with 子 as the light suffix zi. Silver candles blazing, and a pig bowing to an empty chair.
His bows done, he said, "Ma'am, which of the sisters will you match with me?"
拜畢, the bows finished. 那個姐姐, which elder sister, with 那 as nà. He has been married for four seconds and his first question is which one he has married.
His mother-in-law said, "That is just the difficulty: were I to match you with the eldest, I fear the second would resent it; the second, and the third would resent it; the third, and the eldest would resent it — so I remain in doubt, undecided."
這些兒疑難, this bit of a quandary, with 兒 as the suffix; 疑難 is a perplexity. 欲將三女配你 uses the handling-word jiāng. The dilemma is invented on the spot, and it is beautifully shaped: it flatters him by assuming all three want him, and it postpones any answer indefinitely.
Bajie said, "Ma'am, if you fear their quarreling, give them all to me — that would spare the squabbling and the upsetting of house-rules."
既怕相爭, since you fear their quarrelling, takes 相 as xiāng, with each other. 都與我, give them all to me, with 都 as dōu; 省得, to save or avoid, with the light de. He offers it as a service to household harmony.
His mother-in-law said, "The very idea!"
豈有此理, where is there such a principle — outrageous, preposterous. It is still exactly what an indignant Chinese speaker says, and here it is entirely for show.
"You alone would take all three of my daughters? It cannot be!"
一人就占, one man to monopolise, with 一 as yì; 不成, it will not do.
Bajie said, "Listen to what you say, ma'am — who doesn't keep three chambers and four concubines?"
那個沒有, which one hasn't, with 那 as nà. 三房四妾, three chambers and four concubines, is the stock phrase for a rich man's household arrangements. He is not inventing a custom, which is what makes the argument so hard to answer and so grotesque in a monk's mouth.
"Even a few more, and your son-in-law would gladly take them in."
笑納 is the polite formula for accepting a gift — please receive this with a smile — and to this day it is what you write on a card with a present. Bajie applies it to taking wives, in bulk.
"In my young days I once learned an art of hard campaigning; I warrant I could serve each of them to her full content."
學得個, learned a, with the light de. 鏖戰之法 is literally a technique of fierce pitched battle, and it is a leer; 伏侍得他歡喜, serve them to their satisfaction, again with the light de; 一個個, each one in turn. Whatever remained of the monk has now left the room.
In the blaze of the silver candles Bajie makes his sham bows and blurts out the only question on his mind: which of the sisters is his? The widow answers with a manufactured dilemma — match him with one and the other two will resent it — a pretext that flatters him by assuming all three want him, and that postpones any answer for as long as she needs.
His response strips away the last of his decency. Give him all three, he suggests, and spare everyone the quarrelling; and when she feigns outrage he brazens straight on — what rich man does not keep three chambers and four concubines? A few more would be no trouble. The greed is played broadly, and it is the exact inverse of the restraint his three companions showed an hour earlier in the hall.
The boast that caps the scene is characteristically coarse: an art of hard campaigning learned in his youth, by which he could satisfy each wife in turn. Whatever pretence of a monk's discipline was still standing goes down with that line — and it invites, with perfect comic justice, the humiliation the widow's lottery is about to deal him.