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2nd Ret. What then? Why, you, she speaks to, if
Your worship, smiles on as you hold apart
The boughs to let her through her forest walks,
You've heard, these three days, how Earl Mertoun
To lay his heart and house and broad lands too
One congee of the least page in his train,
I'll wager he has let
Both swans he tamed for Lady Mildred, swim
Is not to-morrow my inspecting-day
Let Gerard be!
He's coarse-grained, like his carved black cross-bow
Ha, look now, while we squabble with him, look!
Our retainers look as fine
That's comfort. Lord, how Richard holds himself
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!
3rd Ret. I don't see wherefore Richard, and his
Of silk and silver varlets there, should find
On high days, holidays! Would it so disgrace
In my right hand a cast of Swedish hawks,
A leash of greyhounds in my left?-
The logman for supporter, in his right
The bill-hook, in his left the brushwood-shears!
3rd 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 sixThey paw the ground-ah Walter! and that brute Just on his haunches by the wheel!
At soups and sauces: what's a horse to you?
No? That's comfort.
2nd Ret. Peace, Cook! The Earl descends.—Well,
The Earl at least! Come, there's a proper man,
His eyes are blue
So young, and yet
But leave my hawks alone!
So tall and shapely!
Here's Lord Tresham's self!
There now-there's what a nobleman should be!
A House's head!
But you'd not have a boy
-And what's the Earl beside?-possess too soon That stateliness?
Our master takes his hand-
-At last I see our lord's back and his friend's-
Close round them-in they go!
the window-bench, and
[Jumping down from
making for the table 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!
Lord Tresham, Lady Mildred, and the Earl!
Drink, my boys!
Ger. Don't mind me-all's not right about me-drink! 2nd Ret. [Aside.] He's vexed, now, that he let the show escape!
[To GER.] Remember that the Earl returns this way. Ger. That way?
Then my way's here. [Goes.
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
In cares that this was right, nor that was wrong,
And now-you see his humour: die he will!
2nd Ret. God help him! Who's for the great servant's-hall
To hear what's going on inside? They'd follow
Leave Frank alone for catching, at the door,
Have at you! Boys, hurrah!
SCENE II.-A Saloon in the Mansion.
Enter LORD TRESHAM, LORD MERTOUN, AUSTIN, and
Tresh. I welcome you, Lord Mertoun, yet once more,
Yet taking in your person, fame avers,
New price and lustre,-(as that gem you wear,
Seems to re-kindle at the core)—your name
-But add to that,
The worthiness and grace and dignity
Our Houses even closer than respect
Unites them now-add these, and you must grant
Our cousin, Lady Guendolen-betrothed
To Austin: all are yours.
I thank you-less
For the expressed commendings which your seal,
My putting from me.. to my heart I take
Of what must needs be uppermost with one
That gift, I have to thank you. Yes, Lord Tresham,
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