SCENE I.--The Interior of a Lodge in Lord Tresham's Park.
Many Retainers crowded at the window,supposed to command a view of the entrance to his Mansion.
GERARD,the Warrener,his back to a table on which are flagons,etc.
FIRST RETAINER.Ay,do!push,friends,and then you'll push down me!
--What for?Does any hear a runner's foot Or a steed's trample or a coach-wheel's cry?
Is the Earl come or his least poursuivant?
But there's no breeding in a man of you Save Gerard yonder:here's a half-place yet,Old Gerard!
GERARD.Save your courtesies,my friend.Here is my place.
SECOND RETAINER.Now,Gerard,out with it!
What makes you sullen,this of all the days I'the year?To-day that young rich bountiful Handsome Earl Mertoun,whom alone they match With our Lord Tresham through the country-side,Is coming here in utmost bravery To ask our master's sister's hand?
GERARD.What then?
SECOND RETAINER.What then?Why,you,she speaks to,if she meets Your worship,smiles on as you hold apart The boughs to let her through her forest walks,You,always favourite for your no-deserts,You've heard,these three days,how Earl Mertoun sues To lay his heart and house and broad lands too At Lady Mildred's feet:and while we squeeze Ourselves into a mousehole lest we miss One congee of the least page in his train,You sit o'one side--"there's the Earl,"say I--
"What then?"say you!
THIRD RETAINER.I'll wager he has let Both swans he tamed for Lady Mildred swim Over the falls and gain the river!
GERARD.Ralph,Is not to-morrow my inspecting-day For you and for your hawks?
FOURTH RETAINER.Let Gerard be!
He's coarse-grained,like his carved black cross-bow stock.
Ha,look now,while we squabble with him,look!
Well done,now--is not this beginning,now,To purpose?
FIRST RETAINER.Our retainers look as fine--
That's comfort.Lord,how Richard holds himself With his white staff!Will not a knave behind Prick him upright?
FOURTH RETAINER.He's only bowing,fool!
The Earl's man bent us lower by this much.
FIRST RETAINER.That's comfort.Here's a very cavalcade!
THIRD RETAINER.I don't see wherefore Richard,and his troop Of silk and silver varlets there,should find Their perfumed selves so indispensable On high days,holidays!Would it so disgrace Our family,if I,for instance,stood--
In my right hand a cast of Swedish hawks,A leash of greyhounds in my left?--
GERARD.--With Hugh The logman for supporter,in his right The bill-hook,in his left the brushwood-shears!
THIRD RETAINER.Out on you,crab!What next,what next?The Earl!
FIRST RETAINER.Oh Walter,groom,our horses,do they match The Earl's?Alas,that first pair of the six--
They paw the ground--Ah Walter!and that brute Just on his haunches by the wheel!
SIXTH RETAINER.Ay--ay!
You,Philip,are a special hand,I hear,At soups and sauces:what's a horse to you?
D'ye mark that beast they've slid into the midst So cunningly?--then,Philip,mark this further;
No leg has he to stand on!
FIRST RETAINER.No?that's comfort.
SECOND RETAINER.Peace,Cook!The Earl descends.Well,Gerard,see The Earl at least!Come,there's a proper man,I hope!Why,Ralph,no falcon,Pole or Swede,Has got a starrier eye.
THIRD RETAINER.His eyes are blue:
But leave my hawks alone!
FOURTH RETAINER.So young,and yet So tall and shapely!
FIFTH RETAINER.Here's Lord Tresham's self!
There now--there's what a nobleman should be!
He's older,graver,loftier,he's more like A House's head.
SECOND RETAINER.But you'd not have a boy --And what's the Earl beside?--possess too soon That stateliness?
FIRST RETAINER.Our master takes his hand--
Richard and his white staff are on the move--
Back fall our people--(tsh!--there's Timothy Sure to get tangled in his ribbon-ties,And Peter's cursed rosette's a-coming off!)
--At last I see our lord's back and his friend's;
And the whole beautiful bright company Close round them--in they go!
[Jumping down from the window-bench,and ****** for the table and its jugs.]
Good health,long life,Great joy to our Lord Tresham and his House!
SIXTH RETAINER.My father drove his father first to court,After his marriage-day--ay,did he!
SECOND RETAINER.God bless Lord Tresham,Lady Mildred,and the Earl!
Here,Gerard,reach your beaker!
GERARD.Drink,my boys!
Don't mind me--all's not right about me--drink!
SECOND RETAINER [aside].
He's vexed,now,that he let the show escape!
[To GERARD.]
Remember that the Earl returns this way.
GERARD.That way?
SECOND RETAINER.Just so.
GERARD.Then my way's here.
[Goes.]
SECOND RETAINER.Old Gerard Will die soon--mind,I said it!He was used To care about the pitifullest thing That touched the House's honour,not an eye But his could see wherein:and on a cause Of scarce a quarter this importance,Gerard Fairly had fretted flesh and bone away In cares that this was right,nor that was wrong,Such point decorous,and such square by rule--
He knew such niceties,no herald more:
And now--you see his humour:die he will!
SECOND RETAINER.God help him!Who's for the great servants'hall To hear what's going on inside!They'd follow Lord Tresham into the saloon.
THIRD RETAINER.I!--
FOURTH RETAINER.I!--
Leave Frank alone for catching,at the door,Some hint of how the parley goes inside!
Prosperity to the great House once more!
Here's the last drop!
FIRST RETAINER.Have at you!Boys,hurrah!
SCENE II.--A Saloon in the Mansion Enter LORD TRESHAM,LORD MERTOUN,AUSTIN,and GUENDOLEN
TRESHAM.I welcome you,Lord Mertoun,yet once more,To this ancestral roof of mine.Your name --Noble among the noblest in itself,Yet taking in your person,fame avers,New price and lustre,--(as that gem you wear,Transmitted from a hundred knightly breasts,Fresh chased and set and fixed by its last lord,Seems to re-kindle at the core)--your name Would win you welcome!--
MERTOUN.Thanks!
