COLOMBE'S BIRTHDAY. PERSONS. COLOMBE OF RAVESTEIN, Duchess of Juliers and Cleves. VALENCE, Advocate of Cleves. PRINCE BERTHOLD, Claimant of the Duchy. MELCHIOR, his Confidant. PLACE, The Palace at Juliers. TIME, 16—. ACT I. Morning. SCENE.-A corridor leading to the Audience-Chamber. GAUCELME, CLUGNET, MAUFROY, and other Courtiers round Gur BERT, who is silently reading a paper: as he drops it at the end Gui. That this should be her birthday; and the day We all invested her, twelve months ago, As the late Duke's true heiress and our liege; And that this also must become the day ... 1st Court. Ay, indeed? 2d Court. Well, Guibert? 3d Court. But your news, my friend, your news! The sooner, friend, one learns Prince Berthold's pleasure, The better for us all: how writes the Prince? Give me I'll read it for the common good Gui. In time, sir-but, till time comes, pardon me ! Our old Duke just disclosed his child's retreat, Declared her true succession to his rule, And died this birthday was the day, last year, We convoyed her from Castle Ravestein That sleeps out trustfully its extreme age On the Meuse's quiet bank, where she lived queen With joy and bustle: here again we stand; Sir Gaucelme's buckle's constant to his cap To-day's much such another sunny day! Gau. Come, Guibert-this outgrows a jest, I think! You're hardly such a novice as to need The lesson, you pretend. Gui. What lesson, sir? That everybody, if he'd thrive at court, Should, first and last of all, look to himself? Why, no and therefore, with your good example, (-Ho, Master Adolf!)—to myself I'll look. Enter ADOLlf. Gui. The Prince's letter; why, of all men else, Comes it to me? Adolf. By virtue of your place, Sir Guibert! 'Twas the Prince's express charge, His envoy told us, that the missive there Should only reach our lady by the hand Of whosoever held your place. Gui. Enough! [ADOLF retires. Then, gentles, who'll accept a certain poor Indifferently honourable place, My friends, I make no doubt, have gnashed their teeth At leisure minutes these half-dozen years, To find me never in the mood to quit? Who asks may have it, with my blessing, and— You, you, you? There it lies, and may, for me! Mau. "And take possession of the Duchy held "Since twelve months, to the true heir's prejudice, "By"... Colombe, Juliers' Mistress, so she thinks, And Ravestein's mere lady, as we find! Who wants the place and paper? Guibert's right! That, save the nosegay in her hand, perhaps, Clug. [an old man.] To give this letter were a sort, I take it, Of service: services ask recompense : What kind of corner may be Ravestein? Gui. The castle ?—Oh, you'd share her fortunes? Three walls stand upright, full as good as four, With no such bad remainder of a roof. Clug. Oh, but the Town? Gui. Five houses, fifteen huts; A church whereto was once a spire, 'tis judged; And half a dyke, except in time of thaw. Clug. Still, there's some revenue? Else Heaven forefend! You hang a beacon out, should fogs increase; Gui. Hang, guilders, then-he blesses you! Clug. What man do you suppose me? Keep your paper! And let me say, it shows no handsome spirit To dally with misfortune: keep your place! Gui. Some one may you may! Gau. Sir Guibert, 'tis no trifle turns me sick But this goes near it. Where's there news at all? He never heard, e'en while we crown the girl, That one, confessed her father's cousin's child, Against our choice protesting and the Duke's, Inclined to its allowance ?-I, or you, Or any one except the lady's self? Oh, it had been the direst cruelty To break the business to her! Things might change At all events, we'd see next masque at end, That some such claimant earns a livelihood About the world, by feigning grievances And fewer listen to, a second time. Your method proves a failure; now try mine And, since this must be carried . . . Gui. [snatching the paper from him.] By your leave Your zeal transports you! 'Twill not serve the Prince |