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First Line: Ay, do! Push, friends, and then you'll push down me!
Last Line: Thorold, we can but -- remember you!
Subject(s): Love - Illicit


PERSONS

MILDRED TRESHAM.
GUENDOLEN TRESHAM.
THOROLD, Earl Tresham.
AUSTIN TRESHAM.
HENRY, Earl Mertoun.
GERARD, and other Retainers of Lord Tresham.

TIME, 17 --

ACT I

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.

1st 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.
2d Ret. 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 countryside,
Is coming here in utmost bravery
To ask our master's sister's hand?
Ger. What then?
2d Ret. 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 favorite 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!
3d Ret. I'll wager he has let
Both swans he tamed for Lady Mildred swim
Over the falls and gain the river!
Ger. Ralph,
Is not to-morrow my inspecting-day
For you and for your hawks?
4th Ret. 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?
1st Ret. 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?
4th Ret. He's only bowing, fool!
The Earl's man bent us lower by this much.
1st Ret. That's comfort. Here's a very cavalcade!
3d Ret. 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? --
Ger. -- With Hugh
The logman for supporter, in his right
The bill-hook, in his left the brushwood-shears!
3d Ret. Out on you, crab! What next, what next? The Earl!
1st Ret. 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!
6th Ret. 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!
1st Ret. No? That's comfort.
2d Ret. 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.
3d Ret. His eyes are blue --
But leave my hawks alone!
4th Ret. So young, and yet
So tall and shapely!
5th Ret. 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!
2d Ret. But you'd not have a boy
-- And what's the Earl beside? -- possess too soon
That stateliness?
1st Ret. 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 making for the table and its jugs.]
Good health, long life
Great joy to our Lord Tresham and his House!
6th Ret. My father drove his father first to court,
After his marriage-day -- ay, did he!
2d Ret. God bless
Lord Tresham, Lady Mildred, and the Earl!
Here, Gerard, reach your beaker!
Ger. Drink, my boys!
Don't mind me -- all's not right about me -- drink!
2d Ret. [Aside.] He's vexed, now, that he let the show escape!
[To GER.] Remember that the Earl returns this way.
Ger. That way?
2d Ret. Just so.
Ger. Then my way's here. [Goes.
2d Ret. Old Gerard
Will die soon -- mind, I said it! He was used
To care about the pitifullest thing
That touched the House's honor, 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 humor: die he will!
2d Ret. 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.
3d Ret. I! --
4th Ret. 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!
1st Ret. 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 rekindle at the core) -- your name
Would win you welcome!
Mertoun. Thanks!
Tresh. -- But add to that,
The worthiness and grace and dignity
Of your proposal for uniting both
Our Houses even closer than respect
Unites them now -- add these, and you must grant
One favor more, nor that the least, -- to think
The welcome I should give; -- 't is given! My lord,
My only brother, Austin -- he's the king's.
Our cousin, Lady Guendolen -- betrothed
To Austin: all are yours.
Mer. I thank you -- less
For the expressed commendings which your seal
And only that, authenticates -- forbids
My putting from me ... to my heart I take
Your praise ... but praise less claims my gratitude,
Than the indulgent insight it implies
Of what must needs be uppermost with one
Who comes, like me, with the bare leave to ask,
In weighed and measured unimpassioned words,
A gift, which, if as calmly 't is denied,
He must withdraw, content upon his cheek,
Despair within his soul. That I dare ask
Firmly, near boldly, near with confidence
That gift, I have to thank you. Yes, Lord Tresham,
I love your sister -- as you'd have one love
That lady ... oh more, more I love her!
Wealth,
Rank, all the world thinks me, they're yours, you know,
To hold or part with, at your choice -- but grant
My true self, me without a rood of land,
A piece of gold, a name of yesterday,
Grant me that lady, and you ... Death or life?
Guendolen. [Apart to AUS.] Why, this is loving, Austin!
Austin. He's so young!
Guen. Young? Old enough, I think, to half surmise
He never had obtained an entrance here,
Were all this fear and trembling needed.
Aus. Hush!
He reddens.
Guen. Mark him, Austin; that's true love!
Ours must begin again.
Tresh. We'll sit, my lord.
Ever with best desert goes diffidence.
I may speak plainly nor be misconceived.
That I am wholly satisfied with you
On this occasion, when a falcon's eye
Were dull compared with mine to search out faults,
Is somewhat. Mildred's hand is hers to give
Or to refuse.
Mer. But you, you grant my suit?
I have your word if hers?
Tresh. My best of words
If hers encourage you. I trust it will.
Have you seen Lady Mildred, by the way?
Mer. I ... I ... our two demesnes, remember, touch;
I have been used to wander carelessly
After my stricken game: the heron roused
Deep in my woods, has trailed its broken wing
Through thicks and glades a mile in yours, -- or else
Some eyass ill-reclaimed has taken flight
And lured me after her from tree to tree,
I marked not whither. I have come upon
The lady's wondrous beauty unaware,
And -- and then ... I have seen her.
Guen. [Aside to AUS.] Note that mode
Of faltering out that, when a lady passed,
He, having eyes, did see her! You had said --
"On such a day I scanned her, head to foot;
Observed a red, where red should not have been,
Outside her elbow; but was pleased enough
Upon the whole." Let such irreverent talk
Be lessoned for the future!
Tresh. What's to say
May be said briefly. She has never known
A mother's care; I stand for father too.
Her beauty is not strange to you, it seems --
You cannot know the good and tender heart,
Its girl's trust and its woman's constancy,
How pure yet passionate, how calm yet kind,
How grave yet joyous, how reserved yet free
As light where friends are -- how imbued with lore
The world most prizes, yet the simplest, yet
The ... one might know I talked of Mildred -- thus
We brothers talk!
Mer. I thank you.
Tresh. In a word,
Control's not for this lady; but her wish
To please me outstrips in its subtlety
My power of being pleased: herself creates
The want she means to satisfy. My heart
Prefers your suit to her as't were its own.
Can I say more?
Mer. No more -- thanks, thanks -- no more!
Tresh. This matter then discussed ...
Mer. -- We'll waste no breath
On aught less precious. I'm beneath the roof
Which holds her: while I thought of that, my speech
To you would wander -- as it must not do,
Since as you favor me I stand or fall.
I pray you suffer that I take my leave!
Tresh. With less regret 't is suffered, that again
We meet, I hope, so shortly.
Mer. We? again? --
Ah yes, forgive me -- when shall ... you will crown
Your goodness by forthwith apprising me
When ... if ... the lady will appoint a day
For me to wait on you -- and her.
Tresh. So soon
As I am made acquainted with her thoughts
On your proposal -- howsoe'er they lean --
A messenger shall bring you the result.
Mer. You cannot bind me more to you, my lord.
Farewell till we renew ... I trust, renew
A converse ne'er to disunite again.
Tresh. So may it prove!
Mer. You, lady, you, sir, take
My humble salutation!
Guen. and Aus. Thanks!
Tresh. Within there!
(Servants enter. TRESHAM conducts MERTOUN to the door.
Meantime AUSTIN remarks)
Well,
Here I have an advantage of the Earl,
Confess now! I'd not think that all was safe
Because my lady's brother stood my friend!
Why, he makes sure of her -- "do you say, yes --
She'll not say, no," -- what comes it to beside?
I should have prayed the brother, "speak this speech,
For Heaven's sake urge this on her -- put in this --
Forget not, as you'd save me, t' other thing, --
Then set down what she says, and how she looks,
And if she smiles, and" (in an under breath)
"Only let her accept me, and do you
And all the world refuse me, if you dare!"
Guen. That way you'd take, friend Austin?
What a shame
I was your cousin, tamely from the first
Your bride, and all this fervor's run to waste!
Do you know you speak sensibly to-day?
The Earl's a fool.
Aus. Here's Thorold. Tell him so!
Tresh. [Returning.] Now, voices, voices! 'St! the lady's first!
How seems he? -- seems he not ... come, faith give fraud
The mercy-stroke whenever they engage!
Down with fraud, up with faith! How seems the Earl?
A name! a blazon! if you knew their worth,
As you will never! come -- the Earl?
Guen. He's young.
Tresh. What's she? an infant save in heart and brain.
Young! Mildred is fourteen, remark! And you ...
Austin, how old is she?
Guen. There's tact for you!
I meant that being young was good excuse
If one should tax him ...
Tresh. Well?
Guen. -- With lacking wit.
Tresh. He lacked wit? Where might he lack wit, so please you?
Guen. In standing straighter than the steward's rod
And making you the tiresomest harangue,
Instead of slipping over to my side
And softly whispering in my ear, "Sweet lady,
Your cousin there will do me detriment
He little dreams of: he's absorbed, I see,
In my old name and fame -- be sure he'll leave
My Mildred, when his best account of me
Is ended, in full confidence I wear
My grandsire's periwig down either cheek.
I'm lost unless your gentleness vouchsafes" ...
Tresh.... "To give a best of best accounts, yourself,
Of me and my demerits." You are right!
He should have said what now I say for him.
You golden creature, will you help us all?
Here's Austin means to vouch for much, but you
-- You are ... what Austin only knows!
Come up,
All three of us: she's in the library
No doubt, for the day's wearing fast. Precede!
Guen. Austin, how we must --!
Tresh. Must what? Must speak truth,
Malignant tongue! Detect one fault in him!
I challenge you!
Guen. Witchcraft's a fault in him,
For you're bewitched.
Tresh. What's urgent we obtain
Is, that she soon receive him -- say, to-morrow --
Next day at furthest.
Guen. Ne'er instruct me!
Tresh. Come!
-- He's out of your good graces, since forsooth,
He stood not as he'd carry us by storm
With his perfections! You're for the composed
Manly assured becoming confidence!
-- Get her to say, "To-morrow," and I'll give you ...
I'll give you black Urganda, to be spoiled
With petting and snail-paces. Will you?
Come!

SCENE III. MILDRED'S Chamber. A painted window overlooks
the Park. MILDRED and GUENDOLEN

Guen. Now, Mildred, spare those pains. have not left
Our talkers in the library, and climbed
The wearisome ascent to this your bower
In company with you, -- I have not dared ...
Nay, worked such prodigies as sparing you
Lord Mertoun's pedigree before the flood,
Which Thorold seemed in very act to tell
-- Or bringing Austin to pluck up that most
Firm-rooted heresy -- your suitor's eyes,
He would maintain, were gray instead of blue --
I think I brought him to contrition! -- Well,
I have not done such things, (all to deserve
A minute's quiet cousins' talk with you,)
To be dismissed so coolly!
Mildred. Guendolen!
What have I done? what could suggest ...
Guen. There, there!
Do I not comprehend you'd be alone
To throw those testimonies in a heap,
Thorold's enlargings, Austin's brevities,
With that poor silly heartless Guendolen's
Ill-timed misplaced attempted smartnesses --
And sift their sense out? now, I come to spare you
Nearly a whole night's labor. Ask and have!
Demand, be answered! Lack I ears and eyes?
Am I perplexed which side of the rock-table
The Conqueror dined on when he landed first,
Lord Mertoun's ancestor was bidden take --
The bow-hand or the arrow-hand's great meed?
Mildred, the Earl has soft blue eyes!
Mil. My brother --
Did he ... you said that he received him well?
Guen. If I said only "well" I said not much.
Oh, stay -- which brother?
Mil. Thorold! who -- who else?
Guen. Thorold (a secret) is too proud by half, --
Nay, hear me out -- with us he's even gentler
Than we are with our birds. Of this great House
The least retainer that e'er caught his glance
Would die for him, real dying -- no mere talk:
And in the world, the court, if men would cite
The perfect spirit of honor, Thorold's name
Rises of its clear nature to their lips.
But he should take men's homage, trust in it,
And care no more about what drew it down.
He has desert, and that, acknowledgment;
Is he content?
Mil. You wrong him, Guendolen.
Guen. He's proud, confess; so proud with brooding o'er
The light of his interminable line,
An ancestry with men all paladins,
And women all ...
Mil. Dear Guendolen, 't is late!
When yonder purple pane the climbing moon
Pierces, I know 't is midnight.
Guen. Well, that Thorold
Should rise up from such musings, and receive
One come audaciously to graft himself
Into this peerless stock, yet find no flaw,
No slightest spot in such an one ...
Mil. Who finds
A spot in Mertoun?
Guen. Not your brother; therefore,
Not the whole world.
Mil. I am weary, Guendolen.
Bear with me!
Guen. I am foolish.
Mil. Oh no, kind!
But I would rest.
Guen. Good night and rest to you!
I said how gracefully his mantle lay
Beneath the rings of his light hair?
Mil. Brown hair.
Guen. Brown? why, it is brown: how could you know that?
Mil. How? did not you -- Oh, Austin 't was declared
His hair was light, not brown -- my head! -- and look,
The moon-beam purpling the dark chamber!
Sweet,
Good night!
Guen. Forgive me -- sleep the soundlier for
me! [Going, she turns suddenly.
Mildred!
Perdition! all's discovered! Thorold finds
-- That the Earl's greatest of all grandmothers
Was grander daughter still -- to that fair dame
Whose garter slipped down at the famous dance!
[Goes.
Mil. Is she -- can she be really gone at last?
My heart! I shall not reach the window.
Needs
Must I have sinned much, so to suffer!
She lifts the small lamp which is suspended before the
virgin's image in the window, and places it by the purple pane.
There!
[She returns to the sent in front.
Mildred and Mertoun! Mildred, with consent
Of all the world and Thorold, Mertoun's bride!
Too late! 'T is sweet to think of, sweeter still
To hope for, that this blessed end soothes up
The curse of the beginning; but I know
It comes too late: 't will sweetest be of all
To dream my soul away and die upon.
[A noise without.
The voice! Oh why, why glided sin the snake
Into the paradise Heaven meant us both?
[The window opens softly. A low voice sings.

There's a woman like a dew-drop, she's so purer than the purest;
And her noble heart's the noblest, yes, and her sure
faith's the surest:
And her eyes are dark and humid, like the depth on depth of lustre
Hid i' the harebell, while her tresses, sunnier than the
wild-grape cluster,
Gush in golden-tinted plenty down her neck's rose misted marble:
Then her voice's music ... call it the well's bub bling,
the bird's warble!

[A figure wrapped in a mantle appears at the window.

And this woman says, "My days were sunless and my nights
were moonless,
Parched the pleasant April herbage, and the lark's heart's
outbreak tuneless,
If you loved me not!" And I who -- (ah, for words of
flame!) adore her,
Who am mad to lay my spirit prostrate palpably before her --

[He enters, approaches her seat, and bends over her.

I may enter at her portal soon, as now her lattice takes me,
And by noontide as by midnight make her mine, as hers she makes me!

[The EARL throws off his slouched hat and long cloak.
My very heart sings, so I sing, Beloved!
Mil. Sit, Henry -- do not take my hand!
Mer. 'T is mine.
The meeting that appalled us both so much
Is ended.
Mil. What begins now?
Mer. Happiness
Such as the world contains not.
Mil. That is it.
Our happiness would, as you say, exceed
The whole world's best of blisses: we -- do we
Deserve that? Utter to your soul, what mine
Long since, Beloved, has grown used to hear,
Like a death-knell, so much regarded once,
And so familiar now; this will not be!
Mer. Oh, Mildred, have I met your brother's face?
Compelled myself -- if not to speak untruth,
Yet to disguise, to shun, to put aside
The truth, as -- what had e'er prevailed on me
Save you, to venture? Have I gained at last
Your brother, the one scarer of your dreams,
And waking thoughts' sole apprehension too?
Does a new life, like a young sunrise, break
On the strange unrest of our night, confused
With rain and stormy flaw -- and will you see
No dripping blossoms, no fire-tinted drops
On each live spray, no vapor steaming up,
And no expressless glory in the East?
When I am by you, to be every by you,
When I have won you and may worship you,
Oh, Mildred, can you say "this will not be"?
Mil. Sin has surprised us, so will punishment.
Mer. No -- me alone, who sinned alone!
Mil. The night
You likened our past life to -- was it storm
Throughout to you then, Henry?
Mer. Of your life
I spoke -- what am I, what my life, to waste
A thought about when you are by me? -- you
It was, I said my folly called the storm
And pulled the night upon. 'T was day with me --
Perpetual dawn with me.
Mil. Come what come will,
You have been happy - take my hand!
Mer. [After a pause.] How good
Your brother is! I figured him a cold --
Shall I say, haughty man?
Mil. They told me all.
I know all.
Mer. It will soon be over.
Mil. Over?
Oh, what is over? what must I live through
And say, "'t is over"? Is our meeting over?
Have I received in presence of them all
The partner of my guilty love -- with brow
Trying to seem a maiden's brow -- with lips
Which make believe that when they strive to form
Replies to you and tremble as they strive,
It is the nearest ever they approached
A stranger's ... Henry, yours that stranger's ... lip --
With cheek that looks a virgin's, and that is ...
Ah God, some prodigy of thine will stop
This planned piece of deliberate wickedness
In its birth even! some fierce leprous spot
Will mar the brow's dissimulating! I
Shall murmur no smooth speeches got by heart,
But, frenzied, pour forth all our woeful story,
The love, the shame, and the despair -- with them
Round me aghast as round some cursed fount
That should spirt water, and spouts blood. I'll not
... Henry, you do not wish that I should draw
This vengeance down? I'll not affect a grace
That's gone from me -- gone once, and gone forever!
Mer. Mildred, my honor is your own. I'll share
Disgrace I cannot suffer by myself.
A word informs your brother I retract
This morning's offer; time will yet bring forth
Some better way of saving both of us.
Mil. I'll meet their faces, Henry!
Mer. When? to-morrow!
Get done with it!
Mil. Oh, Henry, not to-morrow!
Next day! I never shall prepare my words
And looks and gestures sooner. -- How you must
Despise me!
Mer. Mildred, break it if you choose,
A heart the love of you uplifted -- still
Uplifts, through this protracted agony,
To heaven! but, Mildred, answer me, -- first pace
The chamber with me -- once again -- now, say
Calmly the part, the ... what it is of me
You see contempt (for you did say contempt)
-- Contempt for you in! I would pluck it off
And cast it from me! -- but no -- no, you'll not
Repeat that? -- will you, Mildred, repeat that?
Mil. Dear Henry!
Mer. I was scarce a boy -- e'en now
What am I more? And you were infantine
When first I met you; why, your hair fell loose
On either side! My fool's-cheek reddens now
Only in the recalling how it burned
That morn to see the shape of many a dream
-- You know we boys are prodigal of charms
To her we dream of -- I had heard of one,
Had dreamed of her, and I was close to her,
Might speak to her, might live and die her own,
Who knew? I spoke. Oh, Mildred, feel you not
That now, while I remember every glance
Of yours, each word of yours, with power to test
And weigh them in the diamond scales of pride,
Resolved the treasure of a first and last
Heart's love shall have been bartered at its worth,
-- That now I think upon your purity
And utter ignorance of guilt -- your own
Or other's guilt -- the girlish undisguised
Delight at a strange novel prize -- (I talk
A silly language, but interpret, you!)
If I, with fancy at its full, and reason
Scarce in its germ, enjoined you secrecy,
If you had pity on my passion, pity
On my protested sickness of the soul
To sit beside you, hear you breathe, and watch
Your eyelids and the eyes beneath -- if you
Accorded gifts and knew not they were gifts --
If I grew mad at last with enterprise
And must behold my beauty in her bower
Or perish -- (I was ignorant of even
My own desires -- what then were you?) if sorrow --
Sin -- if the end came -- must I now renounce
My reason, blind myself to light, say truth
Is false and lie to God and my own soul?
Contempt were all of this!
Mil. Do you believe ...
Or, Henry, I'll not wrong you -- you believe
That I was ignorant. I scarce grieve o'er
The past! We'll love on; you will love me still!
Mer. Oh, to love less what one has injured!
Dove,
Whose pinion I have rashly hurt, my breast --
Shall my heart's warmth not nurse thee into strength?
Flower I have crushed, shall I not care for thee?
Bloom o'er my crest, my fight-mark and device!
Mildred, I love you and you love me!
Mil. Go!
Be that your last word. I shall sleep to-night.
Mer. This is not our last meeting?
Mil. One night more.
Mer. And then -- think, then!
Mil. Then, no sweet courtship-days,
No dawning consciousness of love for us,
No strange and palpitating births of sense
From words and looks, no innocent fears and hopes,
Reserves and confidences: morning's over!
Mer. How else should love's perfected noontide follow?
All the dawn promised shall the day perform.
Mil. So may it be! but --
You are cautious, Love?
Are sure that unobserved you scaled the walls?
Mer. Oh, trust me! Then our final meeting's fixed
To-morrow night?
Mil. Farewell! Stay, Henry ... where fore?
His foot is on the yew-tree bough: the turf
Receives him: now the moonlight as he runs
Embraces him -- but he must go -- is gone.
Ah, once again he turns -- thanks, thanks, my Love!
He's gone. Oh, I'll believe him every word!
I was so young, I loved him so, I had
No mother, God forgot me, and I fell.
There may be pardon yet: all's doubt beyond.
Surely the bitterness of death is past!

ACT II

SCENE. The Library.

Enter LORD TRESHAM, hastily.

Tresh. This way! In, Gerard, quick!
[As GERARD enters, TRESHAM secures the door.
Now speak! or, wait --
I'll bid you speak directly. [Seats himself.
Now repeat
Firmly and circumstantially the tale
You just now told me; it eludes me; either
I did not listen, or the half is gone
Away from me. How long have you lived here?
Here in my house, your father kept our woods
Before you?
Ger. -- As his father did, my lord.
I have been eating, sixty years almost,
Your bread.
Tresh. Yes, yes. You ever were of all
The servant in my father's house, I know,
The trusted one. You'll speak the truth.
Ger. I'll speak
God's truth. Night after night ...
Tresh. Since when?
Ger. At least
A month -- each midnight has some man access
To Lady Mildred's chamber.
Tresh. Tush, "access" --
No wide words like "access" to me!
Ger. He runs
Along the woodside, crosses to the south,
Takes the left tree that ends the avenue ...
Tresh. The last great yew-tree?
Ger. You might stand upon
The main boughs like a platform. Then he ...
Tresh. Quick!
Ger. Climbs up, and, where they lessen at the top,
-- I cannot see distinctly, but he throws,
I think -- for this I do not vouch -- a line
That reaches to the lady's casement --
Tresh. -- Which
He enters not! Gerard, some wretched fool
Dares pry into my sister's privacy!
When such are young, it seems a precious thing
To have approached, -- to merely have approached,
Got sight of, the abode of her they set
Their frantic thoughts upon! He does not enter?
Gerard?
Ger. There is a lamp that's full i' the midst,
Under a red square in the painted glass
Of Lady Mildred's ...
Tresh. Leave that name out! Well?
That lamp?
Ger. -- Is moved at midnight higher up
To one pane -- a small dark-blue pane: he waits
For that among the boughs: at sight of that,
I see him, plain as I see you, my lord,
Open the lady's casement, enter there ...
Tresh. -- And stay?
Ger. An hour, two hours.
Tresh. And this you saw
Once? -- twice? -- quick!
Ger. Twenty times.
Tresh. And what brings you
Under the yew-trees?
Ger. The first night I left
My range so far, to track the stranger stag
That broke the pale, I saw the man.
Tresh. Yet sent
No cross-bow shaft through the marauder?
Ger. But
He came, my lord, the first time he was seen,
In a great moonlight, light as any day,
From Lady Mildred's chamber.
Tresh. [After a pause.] You have no cause
-- Who could have cause to do my sister wrong?
Ger. Oh, my lord, only once -- let me this once
Speak what is on my mind! Since first I noted
All this, I've groaned as if a fiery net
Plucked me this way and that -- fire if I turned
To her, fire if I turned to you, and fire
If down I flung myself and strove to die.
The lady could not have been seven years old
When I was trusted to conduct her safe
Through the deer-herd to stroke the snow-white fawn
I brought to eat bread from her tiny hand
Within a month. She ever had a smile
To greet me with -- she ... if it could undo
What's done, to lop each limb from off this trunk ...
All that is foolish talk, not fit for you --
I mean, I could not speak and bring her hurt
For Heaven's compelling. But when I was fixed
To hold my peace, each morsel of your food
Eaten beneath your roof, my birth-place too,
Choked me. I wish I had grown mad in doubts
What it behoved me do. This morn it seemed
Either I must confess to you, or die:
Now it is done, I seem the vilest worm
That crawls, to have betrayed my lady!
Tresh. No --
No, Gerard!
Ger. Let me go!
Tresh. A man, you say:
What man? Young? Not a vulgar hind?
What dress?
Ger. A slouched hat and a large dark foreign cloak
Wraps his whole form; even his face is hid;
But I should judge him young: no hind, be sure!
Tresh. Why?
Ger. He is ever armed: his sword projects
Beneath the cloak.
Tresh. Gerard, -- I will not say
No word, no breath of this!
Ger. Thanks, thanks, my lord! [Goes. TRESHAM paces
the room. After a pause,
Oh, thought's absurd! -- as with some monstrous fact
Which, when ill thoughts beset us, seems to give
Merciful God that made the sun and stars,
The waters and the green delights of earth,
The lie! I apprehend the monstrous fact --
Yet know the maker of all worlds is good,
And yield my reason up inadequate
To reconcile what yet I do behold --
Blasting my sense! There's cheerful day outside:
This is my library, and this the chair
My father used to sit in carelessly
After his soldier-fashion, while I stood
Between his knees to question him: and here
Gerard our gray retainer, -- as he says,
Fed with our food, from sire to son, an age --
Has told a story -- I am to believe!
That Mildred ... oh, no, no! both tales are true,
Her pure cheek's story and the forester's!
Would she, or could she, err -- much less, confound
All guilts of treachery, of craft, of ... Heaven
Keep me within its hand! -- I will sit here
Until thought settle and I see my course.
Avert, O God, only this woe from me!
[As he sinks his head between his arms on the table,
GUENDOLEN's voice is heard at the door.
Lord Tresham! [She knocks.] Is Lord Tresham there?
[TRESHAM, hastily turning, pulls down the first book above
him and opens it.
Tresh. Come in! [She enters.
Ha, Guendolen! -- good morning.
Guen. Nothing more?
Tresh. What should I say more?
Guen. Pleasant question! more?
This more. Did I besiege poor Mildred's brain
Last night till close on morning with "the Earl,"
"The Earl" -- whose worth did I asseverate
Till I am very fain to hope that ... Thorold,
What is all this? You are not well!
Tresh. Who, I?
You laugh at me.
Guen. Has what I'm fain to hope,
Arrived then? Does that huge tome show some blot
In the Earl's 'scutcheon come no longer back
Than Arthur's time?
Tresh. When left you Mildred's chamber?
Guen. Oh, late enough, I told you! The main thing
To ask is, how I left her chamber, -- sure,
Content yourself, she'll grant this paragon
Of Earls no such ungracious ...
Tresh. Send her here!
Guen. Thorold?
Tresh. I mean -- acquaint her, Guendolen,
-- But mildly!
Guen. Mildly?
Tresh. Ah, you guessed aright!
I am not well: there is no hiding it.
But tell her I would see her at her leisure --
That is, at once! here in the library!
The passage in that old Italian book
We hunted for so long is found, say, found --
And if I let it slip again ... you see,
That she must come -- and instantly!
Guen. I'll die
Piecemeal, record that, if there have not gloomed
Some blot i' the 'scutcheon!
Tresh. Go! or, Guendolen
Be you at call, -- with Austin, if you choose, --
In the adjoining gallery! There, go:
[GUENDOLEN goes
Another lesson to me! You might bid
A child disguise his heart's sore, and conduct
Some sly investigation point by point
With a smooth brow, as well as bid me catch
The inquisitorial cleverness some praise!
If you had told me yesterday, "There's one
You needs must circumvent and practise with,
Entrap by policies, if you would worm
The truth out: and that one is -- Mildred!'
There,
There -- reasoning is thrown away on it!
Prove she's unchaste ... why, you may after prove
That she's a poisoner, traitress, what you will!
Where I can comprehend naught, naught's to say,
Or do, or think! Force on me but the first
Abomination, -- then outpour all plagues,
And I shall ne'er make count of them!
(Enter MILDRED.)
Mil. What book
Is it I wanted, Thorold? Guendolen
Thought you were pale; you are not pale.
That book?
That's Latin surely.
Tresh. Mildred, here's a line,
(Don't lean on me: I'll English it for you)
"Love conquers all things." What love conquers them?
What love should you esteem -- best love?
Mil. True love.
Tresh. I mean, and should have said, whose love is best
Of all that love or that profess to love?
Mil. The list's so long: there's father's, mother's, husband's ...
Tresh. Mildred, I do believe a brother's love
For a sole sister must exceed them all.
For see now, only see! there's no alloy
Of earth that creeps into the perfect'st gold
Of other loves -- no gratitude to claim;
You never gave her life, not even aught
That keeps life -- never tended her, instructed,
Enriched her -- so, your love can claim no right
O'er her save pure love's claim: that's what I call
Freedom from earthliness. You'll never hope
To be such friends, for instance, she and you,
As when you hunted cowslips in the woods
Or played together in the meadow hay.
Oh yes -- with age, respect comes, and your worth
Is felt, there's growing sympathy of tastes,
There's ripened friendship, there's confirmed esteem:
-- Much head these make against the newcomer!
The startling apparition, the strange youth --
Whom one half-hour's conversing with, or, say,
Mere gazing at, shall change (beyond all change
This Ovid ever sang about) your soul
... Her soul, that is, -- the sister's soul! With her
'T was winter yesterday; now, all is warmth,
The green leaf's springing and the turtle's voice,
"Arise and come away!" Come whither? -- far
Enough from the esteem, respect, and all
The brother's somewhat insignificant
Array of rights! All which he knows before,
Has calculated on so long ago!
I think such love, (apart from yours and mine,)
Contented with its little term of life,
Intending to retire betimes, aware
How soon the background must be place for it,
-- I think, am sure, a brother's love exceeds
All the world's love in its unworldliness.
Mil. What is this for?
Tresh. This, Mildred, is it for!
Or, no, I cannot go to it so soon!
That's one of many points my haste left out --
Each day, each hour throws forth its silk-slight film
Between the being tied to you by birth,
And you, until those slender threads compose
A web that shrouds her daily life of hopes
And fears and fancies, all her life, from yours:
So close you live and yet so far apart!
And must I rend this web, tear up, break down
The sweet and palpitating mystery
That makes her sacred? You -- for you I mean,
Shall I speak, shall I not speak?
Mil. Speak!
Tresh. I will,
Is there a story men could -- any man
Could tell of you, you would conceal from me?
I'll never think there's falsehood on that lip.
Say "There is no such story men could tell,"
And I'll believe you, though I disbelieve
The world -- the world of better men than I,
And women such as I suppose you. Speak!
[After a pause.] Not speak? Explain then!
Clear it up then! Move
Some of the miserable weight away
That presses lover than the grave! Not speak?
Some of the dead weight, Mildred! Ah, if I
Could bring myself to plainly make their charge
Against you! Must I, Mildred? Silent still?
[After a pause.] Is there a gallant that has night by night
Admittance to your chamber?
[After a pause.] Then, his name!
Till now, I only had a thought for you:
But now, -- his name!
Mil. Thorold, do you devise
Fit expiation for my guilt, if fit
There be! 'T is naught to say that I'll endure
And bless you, -- that my spirit yearns to purge
Her stains off in the fierce renewing fire:
But do not plunge me into other guilt!
Oh, guilt enough! I cannot tell his name.
Tresh. Then judge yourself! How should I act? Pronounce!
Mil. Oh, Thorold, you must never tempt me thus!
To die here in this chamber by that sword
Would seem like punishment: so should I glide,
Like an arch-cheat, into extremest bliss!
'T were easily arranged for me: but you --
What would become of you?
Tresh. And what will now
Become of me? I'll hide your shame and mine
From every eye; the dead must heave their hearts
Under the marble of our chapel-floor;
They cannot rise and blast you. You may wed
Your paramour above our mother's tomb;
Our mother cannot move from 'neath your foot.
We too will somehow wear this one day out:
But with to-morrow hastens here -- the Earl!
The youth without suspicion face can come
From heaven, and heart from ... whence proceed such hearts?
I have dispatched last night at your command
A missive bidding him present himself
To-morrow -- here -- thus much is said; the rest
Is understood as if 't were written down --
"His suit finds favor in your eyes." Now dictate
This morning's letter that shall countermand
Last night's -- do dictate that!
Mil. But, Thorold -- if
I will receive him as I said?
Tresh. The Earl?
Mil. I will receive him.
Tresh. [Starling up.] Ho there! Guendolen!
(GUENDOLEN and AUSTIN enter.)
And, Austin, you are welcome, too! Look there!
The woman there!
Aus. and Guen. How? Mildred?
Tresh. Mildred once!
Now the receiver night by night, when sleep
Blesses the inmates of her father's house,
-- I say, the soft sly wanton that receives
Her guilt's accomplice 'neath this roof which holds
You, Guendolen, you, Austin, and has held
A thousand Treshams -- never one like her!
No lighter of the signal-lamp her quick
Foul breath near quenches in hot eagerness
To mix with breath as foul! no loosener
O' the lattice, practised in the stealthy tread,
The low voice and the noiseless come-and-go!
Not one composer of the bacchant's mien
Into -- what you thought Mildred's, in a word
Know her!
Guen. Oh, Mildred, look to me, at least!
Thorold -- she's dead, I'd say, but that she stands
Rigid as stone and whiter!
Tresh. You have heard ...
Guen. Too much! You must proceed no further.
Mil. Yes --
Proceed! All's truth. Go from me!
Tresh. All is truth,
She tells you! Well, you know, or ought to know,
All this I would forgive in her. I'd con
Each precept the harsh world enjoins, I'd take
Our ancestors' stern verdicts one by one,
I'd bind myself before them to exact
The prescribed vengeance -- and one word of hers,
The sight of her, the bare least memory
Of Mildred, my one sister, my heart's pride
Above all prides, my all in all so long,
Would scatter every trace of my resolve.
What were it silently to waste away
And see her waste away from this day forth,
Two scathed things with leisure to repent,
And grow acquainted with the grave, and die
Tired out if not at peace, and be forgotten?
It were not so impossible to bear.
But this -- that, fresh from last night's pledge renewed
Of love with the successful gallant there,
She calmly bids me help her to entice,
Inveigle an unconscious trusting youth
Who thinks her all that's chaste and good and pure,
-- Invites me to betray him ... who so fit
As honor's self to cover shame's arch-deed?
-- That she'll receive Lord Mertoun -- (her own phrase) --
This, who could bear? Why, you have heard of thieves,
Stabbers, the earth's disgrace, who yet have laughed,
"Talk not to me of torture -- I'll betray
No comrade I've pledged faith to!" -- you have heard
Of wretched women -- all but Mildreds -- tied
By wild illicit ties to losels vile
You'd tempt them to forsake; and they'll reply
"Gold, friends, repute, I left for him, I find
In him, why should I leave him then for gold,
Repute or friends?" -- and you have felt your heart
Respond to such poor outcasts of the world
As to so many friends; bad as you please,
You've felt they were God's men and women still,
So, not to be disowned by you. But she
That stands there, calmly gives her lover up
As means to wed the Earl that she may hide
Their intercourse the surelier: and, for this,
I curse her to her face before you all.
Shame hunt her from the earth! Then Heaven do right
To both! It hears me now -- shall judge her then!
[As MILDRED faints and falls, TRESHAM rushes out.
Aus. Stay, Tresham, we'll accompany you!
Guen. We?
What, and leave Mildred? We? Why, where's my place
But by her side, and where yours but by mine?
Mildred -- one word! Only look at me, then!
Aus. No, Guendolen! I echo Thorold's voice.
She is unworthy to behold ...
Guen. Us two?
If you spoke on reflection, and if I
Approved your speech -- if you (to put the thing
At lowest) you the soldier, bound to make
The king's cause yours and fight for it, and throw
Regard to others of its right or wrong,
-- If with a death-white woman you can help,
Let alone sister, let alone a Mildred,
You left her -- or if I, her cousin, friend
This morning, playfellow but yesterday,
Who said, or thought at least a thousand times.
"I'd serve you if I could," should now face round
And say, "Ah, that's to only signify
I'd serve you while you're fit to serve yourself,
So long as fifty eyes await the turn
Of yours to forestall its yet half-formed wish,
I'll proffer my assistance you'll not need --
When every tongue is praising you, I'll join
The praisers' chorus -- when you're hemmed about
With lives between you and detraction -- lives
To be laid down if a rude voice, rash eye,
Rough hand should violate the sacred ring
Their worship throws about you, -- then indeed,
Who'll stand up for you stout as I?" If so
We said, and so we did, -- not Mildred there
Would be unworthy to behold us both,
But we should be unworthy, both of us,
To be beheld by -- by -- your meanest dog,
Which, if that sword were broken in your face
Before a crowd, that badge torn off your breast,
And you cast out with hooting and contempt,
-- Would push his way through all the hooters, gain
Your side, go off with you and all your shame
To the next ditch you choose to die in! Austin,
Do you love me? Here's Austin, Mildred, -- here's
Your brother says he does not believe half --
No, nor half that -- of all he heard! He says,
Look up and take his hand!
Aus. Look up and take
My hand, dear Mildred!
Mil. I -- I was so young!
Beside, I loved him, Thorold -- and I had
No mother; God forgot me: so, I fell.
Guen. Mildred!
Mil. Require no further! Did I dream
That I could palliate what is done? All's true.
Now, punish me! A woman takes my hand?
Let go my hand! You do not know, I see.
I thought that Thorold told you.
Guen. What is this?
Where start you to?
Mil. Oh, Austin, loosen me!
You heard the whole of it -- your eyes were worse,
In their surprise, than Thorold's! Oh, unless
You stay to execute his sentence, loose
My hand! Has Thorold gone, and are you here?
Guen. Here, Mildred, we two friends of yours will wait
Your bidding; be you silent, sleep or muse!
Only, when you shall want your bidding done,
How can we do it if we are not by?
Here's Austin waiting patiently your will!
One spirit to command, and one to love
And to believe in it and do its best,
Poor as that is, to help it -- why, the world
Has been won many a time, its length and breadth,
By just such a beginning!
Mil. I believe
If once I threw my arms about your neck
And sunk my head upon your breast, that I
Should weep again.
Guen. Let go her hand now, Austin!
Wait for me. Pace the gallery and think
On the world's seemings and realities,
Until I call you. [AUSTIN goes.
Mil. No -- I cannot weep.
No more tears from this brain -- no sleep -- no tears!
O Guendolen, I love you!
Guen. Yes: and "love"
Is a short word that says so very much!
It says that you confide in me.
Mil. Confide!
Guen. Your lover's name, then! I've so much to learn,
Ere I can work in your behalf!
Mil. My friend,
You know I cannot tell his name.
Guen. At least
He is your lover? and you love him too?
Mil. Ah, do you ask me that? -- but I am fallen
So low!
Guen. You love him still, then?
Mil. My sole prop
Against the guilt that crushes me! I say,
Each night ere I lie down, "I was so young --
I had no mother, and I loved him so!"
And then God seems indulgent, and I dare
Trust him my soul in sleep.
Guen. How could you let us
E'en talk to you about Lord Mertoun then?
Mil. There is a cloud around me.
Guen. But you said
You would receive his suit in spite of this?
Mil. I say there is a cloud ...
Guen. No cloud to me!
Lord Mertcun and your lover are the same!
Mil. What maddest fancy ...
Guen. [Calling aloud.] Austin! (spare your pains --
When I have got a truth, that truth I keep) --
Mil. By all you love, sweet Guendolen, forbear!
Have I confided in you ...
Guen. Just for this!
Austin! -- Oh, not to guess it at the first!
But I did guess it -- that is, I divined,
Felt by an instinct how it was: why else
Should I pronounce you free from all that heap
Of sins which had been irredeemable?
I felt they were not yours -- what other way
Than this, not yours? The secret's wholly mine!
Mil. If you would see me die before his face ...
Guen. I'd hold my peace! And if the Earl returns
To-night?
Mil. Ah Heaven, he's lost!
Guen. I thought so. Austin!
(Enter AUSTIN.)
Oh, where have you been hiding?
Aus. Thorold's gone,
I know not how, across the meadow-land.
I watched him till I lost him in the skirts
O' the beech-wood.
Guen. Gone? All thwarts us.
Mil. Thorold too?
Guen. I have thought. First lead this Mildred to her room.
Go on the other side; and then we'll seek
Your brother: and I'll tell you, by the way,
The greatest comfort in the world. You said
There was a clue to all. Remember, Sweet,
He said there was a clue! I hold it. Come!

ACT III

SCENE I. The end of the Yew-tree Avenue under MILDRED'S
window. A light seen through a central red pane.

Enter TRESHAM through the trees.

Tresh. Again here! But I cannot lose myself.
The heath -- the orchard -- I have traversed glades
And dells and bosky paths which used to lead
Into green wild-wood depths, bewildering
My boy's adventurous step. And now they tend
Hither or soon or late; the blackest shade
Breaks up, the thronged trunks of the trees ope wide,
And the dim turret I have fled from, fronts
Again my step; the very river put
Its arm about me and conducted me
To this detested spot. Why then, I'll shun
Their will no longer: do your will with me!
Oh, bitter! To have reared a towering scheme
Of happiness, and to behold it razed,
Were nothing; all men hope, and see their hopes
Frustrate, and grieve awhile, and hope anew.
But I ... to hope that from a line like ours
No horrid prodigy like this would spring,
Were just as though I hoped that from these old
Confederates against the sovereign day,
Children of older and yet older sires,
Whose living coral berries dropped, as now
On me, on many a baron's surcoat once,
On many a beauty's wimple -- would proceed
No poison-tree, to thrust, from hell its root,
Hither and thither its strange snaky arms.
Why came I here? What must I do? [A bell strikes.] A bell?
Midnight! and 't is at midnight ... Ah, I catch
-- Woods, river, plains, I catch your meaning now.
And I obey you! Hist! This tree will serve.
[He retires behind one of the trees. After a pause, enter
MERTOUN cloaked as before.
Mer. Not time! Beat out thy last voluptuous beat
Of hope and fear, my heart! I thought the clock
I' the chapel struck as I was pushing through
The ferns. And so I shall no more see rise
My love-star! Oh, no matter for the past!
So much the more delicious task to watch
Mildred revive: to pluck out, thorn by thorn,
All traces of the rough forbidden path
My rash love lured her to! Each day must see
Some fear of hers effaced, some hope renewed:
Then there will be surprises, unforeseen
Delights in store. I'll not regret the past.
[The light is placed above in the purple pane.
And see, my signal rises, Mildred's star!
I never saw it lovelier than now
It rises for the last time. If it sets,
'T is that the reassuring sun may dawn.
[As he prepares to ascend the last tree of the avenue,
TRESHAM arrests his arm.
Unhand me -- peasant, by your grasp! Here's gold.
'T was a mad freak of mine. I said I'd pluck
A branch from the white-blossomed shrub beneath
The casement there. Take this, and hold your peace.
Tresh. Into the moonlight yonder, come with me!
Out of the shadow.
Mer. I am armed, fool!
Tresh. Yes,
Or no? You'll come into the light, or no?
My hand is on your throat -- refuse! --
Mer. That voice!
Where have I heard ... no -- that was mild and slow.
I'll come with you. [They advance.
Tresh. You're armed: that's well. Declare
Your name: who are you?
Mer. (Tresham! -- she is lost!)
Tresh. Oh, silent? Do you know, you bear yourself
Exactly as, in curious dreams I've had
How felons, this wild earth is full of, look
When they're detected, still your kind has looked!
The bravo holds an assured countenance,
The thief is voluble and plausible,
But silently the slave of lust has crouched
When I have fancied it before a man.
Your name!
Mer. I do conjure Lord Tresham -- ay,
Kissing his foot, if so I might prevail --
That he for his own sake forbear to ask
My name! As heaven's above, his future weal
Or woe depends upon my silence! Vain!
I read your white inexorable face.
Know me, Lord Tresham!
[He throws off his disguises.
Tresh. Mertoun!
[After a pause.] Draw now!
Mer. Hear me
But speak first!
Tresh. Not one least word on your life!
Be sure that I will strangle in your throat
The least word that informs me how you live
And yet seem what you seem! No doubt't was you
Taught Mildred still to keep that face and sin.
We should join hands in frantic sympathy
If you once taught me the unteachable,
Explained how you can live so, and so lie.
With God's help I retain, despite my sense,
The old belief -- a life like yours is still
Impossible. Now draw!
Mer. Not for my sake,
Do I entreat a hearing -- for your sake,
And most, for her sake!
Tresh. Ha ha, what should I
Know of your ways? A miscreant like yourself,
How must one rouse his ire? A blow? -- that's pride
No doubt, to him! One spurns him, does one not?
Or sets the foot upon his mouth, or spits
Into his face! Come! Which, or all of these?
Mer. 'Twixt him and me and Mildred.
Heaven be judge!
Can I avoid this? Have your will, my lord!
[He draws and, after a few passes, falls.
Tresh. You are not hurt?
Mer. You'll hear me now!
Tresh. But rise!
Mer. Ah, Tresham, say I not "you'll hear me now!"
And what procures a man the right to speak
In his defence before his fellow man,
But -- I suppose -- the thought that presently
He may have leave to speak before his God
His whole defence?
Tresh. Not hurt? It cannot be!
You made no effort to resist me. Where
Did my sword reach you? Why not have returned
My thrusts? Hurt where?
Mer. My lord --
Tresh. How young he is!
Mer. Lord Tresham, I am very young, and yet
I have entangled other lives with mine.
Do let me speak, and do believe my speech!
That when I die before you presently, --
Tresh. Can you stay here till I return with help?
Mer. Oh, stay by me! When I was less than boy
I did you grievous wrong and knew it not --
Upon my honor, knew it not! Once known,
I could not find what seemed a better way
To right you than I took: my life -- you feel
How less than nothing were the giving you
The life you've taken! But I thought my way
The better -- only for your sake and hers:
And as you have decided otherwise,
Would I had an infinity of lives
To offer you! Now say -- instruct me -- think!
Can you, from the brief minutes I have left,
Eke out my reparation? Oh think -- think!
For I must wring a partial -- dare I say,
Forgiveness from you, ere I die?
Tresh. I do
Forgive you.
Mer. Wait and ponder that great word! Because, if
you forgive me, I shall hope
To speak to you of -- Mildred!
Tresh. Mertoun, haste
And anger have undone us. 'T is not you
Should tell me for a novelty you're young,
Thoughtless, unable to recall the past.
Be but your pardon ample as my own!
Mer. Ah, Tresham, that a sword-stroke and a drop
Of blood or two, should bring all this about!
Why, 't was my very fear of you, my love
Of you -- (what passion like a boy's for one
Like you?) -- that ruined me! I dreamed of you --
You, all accomplished, courted everywhere,
The scholar and the gentleman. I burned
To knit myself to you: but I was young,
And your surpassing reputation kept me
So far aloof! Oh, wherefore all that love?
With less of love, my glorious yesterday
Of praise and gentlest words and kindest looks,
Had taken place perchance six months ago.
Even now, how happy we had been! And yet
I know the thought of this escaped you, Tresham!
Let me look up into your face; I feel
'T is changed above me: yet my eyes are glazed.
Where? where?
[As he endeavors to raise himself his eye catches the lamp.
Ah, Mildred! What will Mildred do?
Tresham, her life is bound up in the life
That's bleeding fast away! I'll live -- must live,
There, if you'll only turn me I shall live
And save her! Tresham -- oh, had you but heard!
Had you but heard! What right was yours to set
The thoughtless foot upon her life and mine,
And then say, as we perish, "Had I thought,
All had gone otherwise"? We've sinned and die:
Never you sin, Lord Tresham! for you'll die,
And God will judge you.
Tresh. Yes, be satisfied!
That process is begun.
Mer. And she sits there
Waiting for me! Now, say you this to her --
You, not another -- say, I saw him die
As he breathed this, "I love her" -- you don't know
What those three small words mean! Say, loving her
Lowers me down the bloody slope to death
With memories ... I speak to her, not you,
Who had no pity, will have no remorse,
Perchance intend her ... Die along with me,
Dear Mildred! 't is so easy, and you'll 'scape
So much unkindness! Can I lie at rest,
With rude speech spoken to you, ruder deeds
Done to you? -- heartless men shall have my heart,
And I tied down with grave-clothes and the worm,
Aware, perhaps, of every blow -- oh God! --
Upon those lips -- yet of no power to tear
The felon stripe by stripe! Die, Mildred! Leave
Their honorable world to them! For God
We're good enough, though the world casts us
out. [A whistle is heard.
Tresh. Ho, Gerard!
(Enter GERARD, AUSTIN and GUENDOLEN, with lights.)
No one speak! You see what's done.
I cannot bear another voice.
Mer. There's light --
Light all about me, and I move to it.
Tresham, did I not tell you -- did you not
Just promise to deliver words of mine
To Mildred?
Tresh. I will bear those words to her.
Mer. Now?
Tresh. Now. Lift you the body, and leave me
The head.
[As they have half raised MERTOUN, he turns suddenly.
Mer. I knew they turned me: turn me not from her!
There! stay you! there! [Dies
Guen. [After a pause.] Austin, remain you here
With Thorold until Gerard comes with help:
Then lead him to his chamber. I must go
To Mildred.
Tresh. Guendolen, I hear each word
You utter. Did you hear him bid me give
His message? Did you hear my promise? I
And only I, see Mildred.
Guen. She will die.
Tresh. Oh no, she will not die! I dare not hope
She'll die. What ground have you to think she'll die?
Why, Austin's with you!
Aus. Had we but arrived
Before you fought!
Tresh. There was no fight at all.
He let me slaughter him -- the boy! I'll trust
The body there to you and Gerard -- thus!
Now bear him on before me.
Aus. Whither bear him?
Tresh. Oh, to my chamber! When we meet there next,
We shall be friends.
[They bear out the body of MERTOUN.
Will she die, Guendolen?
Guen. Where are you taking me?
Tresh. He fell just here. Now answer
me. Shall you in your whole life
-- You who have naught to do with Mertoun's fate,
Now you have seen his breast upon the turf,
Shall you e'er walk this way if you can help?
When you and Austin wander arm-in-arm
Through our ancestral grounds, will not a shade
Be ever on the meadow and the waste --
Another kind of shade than when the night
Shuts the woodside with all its whispers up?
But will you ever so forget his breast
As carelessly to cross this bloody turf
Under the black yew avenue? That's well!
You turn your head: and I then? --
Guen. What is done
Is done. My care is for the living. Thorold,
Bear up against this burden: more remains
To set the neck to!
Tresh. Dear and ancient trees
My fathers planted, and I loved so well!
What have I done that, like some fabled crime
Of yore, lets loose a Fury leading thus
Her miserable dance amidst you all?
Oh, never more for me shall winds intone
With all your tops a vast antiphony,
Demanding and responding in God's praise!
Hers ye are now, not mine! Farewell -- farewell!

SCENE II. MILDRED's Chamber. MILDRED alone.

Mil. He comes not! I have heard of those who seemed
Resourceless in prosperity, -- you thought
Sorrow might slay them when she listed; yet
Did they so gather up their diffused strength
At her first menace, that they bade her strike,
And stood and laughed her subtlest skill to scorn.
Oh, 't is not so with me! The first woe fell,
And the rest fall upon it, not on me:
Else should I bear that Henry comes not? -- fails
Just this first night out of so many nights?
Loving is done with. Were he sitting now,
As so few hours since, on that seat, we'd love
No more -- contrive no thousand happy ways
To hide love from the loveless, any more.
I think I might have urged some little point
In my defence, to Thorold; he was breathless
For the least hint of a defence: but no,
The first shame over, all that would might fall.
No Henry! Yet I merely sit and think
The morn's deed o'er and o'er. I must have crept
Out of myself. A Mildred that has lost
Her lover -- oh, I dare not look upon
Such woe! I crouch away from it! 'T is she,
Mildred, will break her heart, not I! The world
Forsakes me: only Henry's left me -- left?
When I have lost him, for he does not come,
And I sit stupidly ... Oh Heaven, break up
This worse than anguish, this mad apathy,
By any means or any messenger!
Tresh. [Without.] Mildred!
Mil. Come in! Heaven hears me!
[Enter TRESHAM.] You? alone?
Oh, no more cursing!
Tresh. Mildred, I must sit.
There -- you sit!
Mil. Say it, Thorold -- do not look
The curse! deliver all you come to say!
What must become of me? Oh, speak that thought
Which makes your brow and cheeks so pale!
Tresh. My thought?
Mil. All of it!
Tresh. How we waded -- years ago --
After those water-lilies, till the plash,
I know not how, surprised us; and you dared
Neither advance nor turn back: so, we stood
Laughing and crying until Gerard came --
Once safe upon the turf, the loudest too,
For once more reaching the relinquished prize!
How idle thoughts are, some men's, dying men's!
Mildred, --
Mil. You call me kindlier by my name
Than even yesterday: what is in that?
Tresh. It weighs so much upon my mind that I
This morning took an office not my own!
I might ... of course, I must be glad or grieved,
Content or not, at every little thing
That touches you. I may with a wrung heart
Even reprove you, Mildred; I did more:
Will you forgive me?
Mil. Thorold? do you mock?
Or no ... and yet you bid me ... say that word!
Tresh. Forgive me, Mildred! -- are you silent, Sweet?
Mil. [Starting up.] Why does not Henry Mertoun come to-night?
Are you, too, silent?
[Dashing his mantle aside, and pointing to his scabbard,
which is empty.
Ah, this speaks for you!
You've murdered Henry Mertoun! Now proceed!
What is it I must pardon? This and all?
Well, I do pardon you -- I think I do.
Thorold, how very wretched you must be!
Tresh. He bade me tell you ...
Mil. What I do forbid
Your utterance of! So much that you may tell
And will not -- how you murdered him ... but, no!
You'll tell me that he loved me, never more
Than bleeding out his life there: must I say
"Indeed," to that? Enough! I pardon you.
Tresh. You cannot, Mildred! for the harsh words, yes:
Of this last deed Another's judge: whose doom
I wait in doubt, despondency and fear.
Mil. Oh, true! There's naught for me to pardon! True!
You loose my soul of all its cares at once.
Death makes me sure of him forever! You
Tell me his last words? He shall tell me them,
And take my answer -- not in words, but reading
Himself the heart I had to read him late,
Which death ...
Tresh. Death? You are dying too? Well said
Of Guendolen! I dared not hope you'd die:
But she was sure of it.
Mil. Tell Guendolen
I loved her, and tell Austin ...
Tresh. Him you loved:
And me?
Mil. Ah, Thorold! Was't not rashly done
To quench that blood, on fire with youth and hope
And love of me -- whom you loved too, and yet
Suffered to sit here waiting his approach
While you were slaying him? Oh, doubtlessly
You let him speak his poor confused boy's-speech
-- Do his poor utmost to disarm your wrath
And respite me! -- you let him try to give
The story of our love and ignorance,
And the brief madness and the long despair --
You let him plead all this, because your code
Of honor bids you hear before you strike:
But at the end, as he looked up for life
Into your eyes -- you struck him down!
Tresh. No! No!
Had I but heard him -- had I let him speak
Half the truth -- less -- had I looked long on him
I had desisted! Why, as he lay there.
The moon on his flushed cheek, I gathered all
The story ere he told it: I saw through
The troubled surface of his erime and yours
A depth of purity immovable;
Had I but glanced, where all seemed turbidest
Had gleamed some inlet to the calm beneath;
I would not glance: my punishment's at hand.
There, Mildred, is the truth! and you -- say on --
You curse me?
Mil. As I dare approach that Heaven
Which has not bade a living thing despair,
Which needs no code to keep its grace from stain,
But bids the vilest worm that turns on it
Desist and be forgiven, -- I -- forgive not,
But bless you, Thorold, from my soul of souls!
[Falls on his neck.
There! Do not think too much upon the past!
The cloud that's broke was all the same a cloud
While it stood up between my friend and you;
You hurt him 'neath its shadow: but is that
So past retrieve? I have his heart, you know;
I may dispose of it: I give it you!
It loves you as mine loves! Confirm me,
Henry! [Dies.
Tresh. I wish thee joy, Beloved! I am glad
In thy full gladness!
Guen. [Without.] Mildred! Tresham!
[Entering with AUSTIN.] Thorold,
I could desist no longer. Ah, she swoons!
That's well.
Tresh. Oh, better far than that!
Guen. She's dead!
Let me unlock her arms!
Tresh. She threw them thus
About my neck, and blessed me, and then died:
You'll let them stay now, Guendolen!
Aus. Leave her
And look to him! What ails you, Thorold?
Guen. White
As she, and whiter! Austin! quick -- this side!
Aus. A froth is oozing through his clenched teeth;
Both lips, where they're not bitten through, are black:
Speak, dearest Thorold!
Tresh. Something does weigh down
My neck beside her weight: thanks: I should fall
But for you, Austin, I believe! -- there, there,
'T will pass away soon! -- ah, -- I had forgotten:
I am dying.
Guen. Thorold -- Thorold -- why was this?
Tresh. I said, just as I drank the poison off,
The earth would be no longer earth to me,
The life out of all life was gone from me.
There are blind ways provided, the foredone
Heart-weary player in this pageant-world
Drops out by, letting the main masque defile
By the conspicuous portal: I am through --
Just through!
Guen. Don't leave him, Austin! Death is close.
Tresh. Already Mildred's face is peacefuller.
I see you, Austin -- feel you: here's my hand,
Put yours in it -- you, Guendolen, yours too!
You're lord and lady now -- you're Treshams; name
And fame are yours: you hold our 'scutcheon up.
Austin, no blot on it! You see how blood
Must wash one blot away: the first blot came
And the first blood came. To the vain world's eye
All's gules again: no care to the vain world,
From whence the red was drawn!
Aus. No blot shall came!
Tresh. I said that: yet it did come. Should it come,
Vengeance is God's, not man's. Remember me!
[Dies
Guen. [Letting fall the pulseless arm.] Ah,
Thorold, we can but -- remember you!






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