The king's friend : a play, in five acts

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Title: The king's friend
a play, in five acts

Author: Robert Sulivan

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Language: English

Original publication: London: Saunders and Ottley, 1845

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*** START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK THE KING'S FRIEND ***

THE

KING’S FRIEND

A Play,

IN FIVE ACTS.

AS PERFORMED, FOR THE FIRST TIME, AT THE THEATRE
ROYAL, SADLER’S WELLS, ON THE 21ST OF MAY, 1845.

BY ROBERT SULIVAN, ESQ.

LONDON:
SAUNDERS AND OTTLEY, CONDUIT STREET.

1845.

LONDON:
ALFRED ROBINS, PRINTER, 7, SOUTHAMPTON STREET, STRAND.

TABLE OF CONTENTS

ACT I.

ACT II.

ACT III.

ACT IV.

ACT V.

To S. PHELPS, ESQ.

MY DEAR SIR,

I dedicate this Play to you; not under the idea that it has merit to
make a dedication of any value, but because your ready acceptance of
it, your many important hints for adapting it to the Stage, and the
truly kind manner in which you recommended it to Mrs. Warner--your
greatly gifted managerial partner--render it, such as it is, peculiarly
your own. To your joint unremitting care, and liberal disregard
of expenditure, in its production, as well as to your respective
performance of two most inadequate parts, your audience and the press
have already paid a tribute which leaves me no comment to offer. I can
only say, that to them and to you, and to every performer concerned, I
feel a debt which I am proud to acknowledge, and not likely to forget.

With the certain assurance that many a better writer will have to
address you in the same spirit, believe me, my dear Sir,

Very faithfully your’s,

ROBERT SULIVAN.

_York Terrace, Regent’s Park._

MAY 27TH, 1845.

DRAMATIS PERSONÆ.

_Henry IV_ MR. PHELPS.
_Marquis de Rosny_ MR. H. MARSTON.
_Le Seigneur de Fresne_ MR. G. BENNETT.
_Victor_ MR. S. BUCKINGHAM.
_Du Front_ MR. MORTON.
_La Plume_ MR. H. MELLON.
_Maignan_ MR. SCHARFE.
_A Page_ MISS STEPHENS.
_A Lackey_
_Vauteur_ } { MR. KNIGHT.
_Bravache_ } Bravos { MR. GRAHAM.
_Poignard_ } { MR. C. FENTON.

_Attendants of de Fresne, Soldiers, Servants, Bravos._

_Katherine de Villequier_ MISS COOPER.
_Madame Chateaupers_ MRS. WARNER.

_Scene_--FRANCE. In the Town of Mante.

ACT I.

SCENE I.--_The apartment of the_ MARQUIS DE ROSNY, _in the town of
Mante.--The_ MARQUIS _pacing to and fro, apparently suffering from
recent wounds._--MAIGNAN _at a table, with writing materials, waiting
for the_ MARQUIS _to dictate_.

_Marq._ Where was I, Maignan? Why do you not remind me?

_Maig._ I beg pardon, my lord--I repeated that last sentence so often
that, to say the truth, it made me a little drowsy.

_Marq._ I would I could impress thee with a due sense of thy
distinction! Dost thou remember from what I promoted thee?

_Maig._ Aye, sir--I was a busy nondescript, something between your
lackey and your squire, and ought now to be enjoying a comfortable
sinecure, for you have scarce a whole bone, or a half shirt, to need me
in either capacity.

_Marq._ The wars have been hard upon us, I grant; but I wish I could
elevate thee above the use of such undignified expressions as whole
bones and half shirts! What signifies a wardrobe when we are clad in
glory? Remember thou art now my secretary! The amanuensis of Maximilian
de Bethune, Marquis de Rosny, and prime minister to his majesty, King
Henry of France and Navarre--I tell thee, Maignan, posterity will
consider thee a great man.

_Maig._ It is hard to consider _ourselves_ so, when we have nothing but
our title to greatness. It is only for such as you and our noble King
Henry to entertain a true value for the sublimity of naked glory, and
I confess that--though we have a hundred times beaten our enemies--our
exploits are written upon our backs in characters which make one
ashamed to walk the streets.

_Marq._ Would’st thou lose thy patience just where our trials end? This
last battle--the glorious day of Ivri, has removed the last obstacle to
our success, and for once, I regret my wounds. The king will win his
capital without me.

_Maig._ He’ll never reach it, sir.

_Marq._ Never reach Paris?

_Maig._ No, my lord, I think not.

_Marq._ Thou hast a rare conceit! And now thy reason?

_Maig._ There is one terrible foe that stares him in the face still.

_Marq._ And that foe?

_Maig._ Is famine!--

_Marq._ Has famine played the traitor with us? At Ivri, it fought
on our side. It whispered to our soldiers that victory would feed
them, and they rushed to blood like famished wolves in winter. Poor
tatterdemalions of a hundred battles! They would have gained against a
well fed world! Aye, and devoured it afterwards.

_Maig._ They gained, sir--’tis not a month ago--and now behold the
conqueror’s despatch, dated last week [_takes a letter from the table
and reads_]. “I am close to my enemies, and have scarce a charger to
mount, or a suit of armour to my back--I have neither clothing nor
food, and for the last two days have existed at the cost of others.” If
this is the plight of the king, the army, instead of marching through
their foes to Paris, will scarce make head against the carrion crows.

_Marq._ By my conscience, thou art a politician! And the victory at
Ivri then is something worse than nothing?

_Maig._ Not quite, my lord. It gained us questionable refuge in this
more false than faithful town of Mante, and provided consolation for
your wounds in the sympathy of madam--

_Marq._ Tush, man, tush! Dost thou suppose the soldier in such a cause,
and the confidential minister of the great King Henry, can find leisure
to dream of such vanities? Come, take thy pen and write--

_Maig._ An answer, sir, to the note of enquiry from Madam Chateaupers?

_Marq._ No, sir, a continuation of the memoirs of the Marquis de Rosny,
who, when the king obtains his rights, shall be the Duc de Sully.

_Maig._ I hope, sir, I may live to congratulate you!

_Marq._ To business! Where did we leave off?

_Maig._ In the midst of this hopeful battle of Ivri, and the last
sentence is a fair sample of our fortunes--past and to come--your horse
has been wounded three times; besides which, you have received a shot
in your hand, and lost the calf of your leg--[_reads_]. “A pistol ball
entered my hip, and at the next charge I received another in my thigh
and a cut in the head.”--Don’t you think, my lord, you have had almost
enough of Ivri?

_Marq._ Attend, attend! [_dictates_]. “I should infallibly have
perished if my squire had not hastened to my assistance and brought
me another horse, which fidelity drew down many shots upon the brave
Maignan, and had like to cost him his life.” There’s an end of that
paragraph--what think’st thou of it?

_Maig._ Indeed, sir, your memoirs are becoming very interesting.

[_A loud knocking is heard_--MAIGNAN _rises_.

_Marq._ What knocking is this? [_knocking continued_]. How! so
impatient! ’Tis surely some express from the king! My new dukedom to my
old doublet, he has entered Paris!

_Maig._ And my new place in history to my old one in the kitchen, not
so!

[_The doors at the back of the scene are thrown open
and the_ KING _enters, in haste and disorder, as if
from a long and rapid journey_.

_Marq._ The king!

_Maig._ The king!

_Hen._ How dost thou, Rosny?

_Marq._ Sire!

_Hen._ Art thou afraid of me? ’Tis flesh and blood.
Give us thine hand--what, stricken into stone?

_Marq._ Our lives are somewhat used to strange surprises,
But never was I stone indeed till now.
Your majesty has surely conquered Paris,
And graciously is pleased to bring the news
In person? Maignan, see that no one enters.

_Maig._ [_aside_]. I thought as much. [_Exit._

_Marq._ Good heaven, my royal master!
What new misfortune?

_Hen._ Would it _were_ a new one!
’Tis one I’m too much used to--well, but first
How dost thou, man? I saw thee t’other day
With such a world of cracks upon thy crown
I feared I ne’er should hear thee scold again!
How dost thou, hey?

_Marq._ Sire, have you entered Paris?

_Hen._ No, sire, I’ve not.

_Marq._ Not after Ivri? not?
Not when your march was unopposed? Not when
Your enemy, the plethoric Maienne,
Who spent more time in feasts than you in bed,
Was scared till he found fleetness to outrun you?
I see, I see it all! No new disaster?
Worst luck for France, your majesty says true!

_Hen._ Why there now, Rosny, thou art off again
In thy tirades before thou’st heard me speak!

_Marq._ I care not, sire, what you may do with me--
It is my duty to speak truth--I would
Your ears were more familiar to’t! There is
No good pretext why you are not in Paris.
Fate gifted you beyond your royalty
With qualities to govern men and heroes,
And in the fairest epochs of your life,
You give your fortunes to the rule of women!
I know full well that nothing could arrest
Your march of victory but the fell dream
Of fascinations left behind in Mante.

_Hen._ Now, old acquaintance, what a pother’s this!
Be pacified, and bridle, if thou can’st,
Thy passion for that lengthy tongue of thine!
Be pacified, I say! Whate’er she _was_
At other times, woman is blameless _now_,
I swear to thee!

_Marq._ You’ve sworn it oft before.

_Hen._ And lied, I grant. But, for this once, believe me.
Did’st get my letters, man, wherein I spoke
Of my distress for money?

_Marq._ Sire, I did.

_Hen._ And why not stir thy battered stumps to send it?

_Marq._ You charged with your finance the Lord de Fresne--
All I could do I did. I hewed my woods
At Rosny; sold my cattle, and wrought gold
From everything I had that could procure it.

_Hen._ I know it, Rosny--’twas not that I meant--
Thou’st given thy blood too oft to grudge thy goods.
The fault is that thou did’st not squeeze de Fresne
Till he disgorged my pilfered revenues--
Not claim them with a rope about his neck!

_Marq._ He was your majesty’s own ’special choice--
I spoke my thoughts, and, for amends, you made him
The governor of Paris--when you take it--
How could I dare to hang a personage
Of such rare merit?

_Hen._ ’Sdeath I know him now!
No sooner are my prospects promising
Than he withholds the breeze that’s wafting me;
Stops my supplies; laments our bare exchequer;
And drives our troops from famine to rebellion.
Our mercenary Swiss, upon the moment
Our fates depended on despatch, refused
To march another step without their pay.
The discontent flew like a pestilence;
And there they stand--grim, gaunt, and ominous,
Choosing their time to join our enemies!
Now. Rosny, see--thou hast reproached me falsely.

_Marq._ [_in consternation_]. Is’t come to this? [_then
observing the King’s feeble state, and speaking with great
feeling_].

You are o’er laboured, sire,
And faint with hunger!

_Hen._ No--I hunger not.
I am past hunger--weary, Rosny, weary!
Come, help me to thine old camp bed--Thine arm--
Thine arm--no, not on that side--there’s a gash
I got in coming to thy help at Ivri--
’Sdeath, I am aching, that’s the truth of it,
And so art thou--thou move’st like thy grandam,
Stalking a minuet! Ha! ha! so! gently!

_Marq._ Sleep, sire, I pray you sleep; and I meanwhile
Will counsel with myself.

_Hen._ I say ’tis useless.
When nothing’s left, there’s nought to think about--
They who have done their duty honestly
Need ne’er repine. For _my_ part, having paid
My country some few drops of blood, I’m happy
Altho’ a loser.

_Marq._ [_aside_]. Is he light of heart
Or head? Fatigue hath fevered him!

_Hen._ Thou too!
Thy spirit should not sink. Thou should’st be proud
In thy torn doublet as a moulting peacock!
And feel all thou _could’st_ do thou hast done--
The smiles and frowns of fortune are like those
Of other mistresses, ne’er gained or softened
By lamentation.

_Marq._ [_aside_]. He doth wring my heart!
Sleep, sire,--I’ll hear no more--I will despatch
A messenger forthwith to my estate
And bid my agent raise me the last crown. [_Exit._

_Hen._ Had ever man two friends like honest Rosny?

_Re-enter_ MAIGNAN.

_Maig._ Sire, here’s a lady, closely veiled and cloaked,
Craves leave to see your majesty.

_Hen._ A lady? [_rises_].
An old or a young one?

_Maig._ By her voice
And step, I should believe a young one.

_Hen._ Aye!
I ne’er deny an audience to my subjects--
Admit her instantly. [_Exit_ MAIG.
Methinks I’m not
So drowsy as I was. I wonder where
Friend Rosny is?

_Re-enter_ MAIGNAN, _who introduces_ KATHERINE
_in disguise, and Exit_.

Fair maiden--for I guess
That thou art young and fair--will’t please thee cast
Thy veil aside, and let me see to whom
I owe thus much?

_Kath._ My liege, I had disguised
Both name and person, but that I believe
They will bespeak attention to my words--
My name is Katherine de Villequier.

_Hen._ De Villequier? That surely was the name
Of the unfortunate who gave her hand
To rogue de Fresne--my villain superintendent.

_Kath._ I am her niece, and being so, worst fortune!
Am also his. [_she unveils_].

_Hen._ His niece! She’s so unlike
The workmanship of earth, I could believe
’Tis not the earth I tread upon! His niece!

_Kath._ And therefore greatly peril’d by this errand,
With which, my liege, I could entrust no other.
Is any one beyond this house, informed
Your Majesty has entered Mante?

_Hen._ Not one.
Why dost thou ask me, beauteous Katherine?

_Kath._ Sire, you must fly!

_Hen._ And wherefore should I fly
That have no place to fly to? If my course
Must end, I’ll end it with a glimpse of Heaven,
And where a voice like thine may say, “God bless thee!”

_Kath._ It must not be. To prove I talk not lightly,
I can repeat whate’er of late hath chanced you.
Your hardships, your despair, your troops’ desertion--
All evil tidings have been richly paid for,
And treasured by your faithless superintendent.
The profligate has wronged you till he feels
His interest unites him with your foes--
He hath bought o’er the citizens of Mante
With your own gold, and laid a deadly plot
(Anticipating your compulsion hither,
As a last home), to close the gates on you,
And send you fettered to your enemies!

_Hen._ Aye! even so?

_Kath._ He knows not you are come;
But hourly hath expected you.

_Hen._ He knows not?
Then how did’st thou, fair Katherine?

_Kath._ My liege,
I have a chamber that o’erlooks the gate
T’ward Paris; there have I maintained my watch
Unceasingly, to scrutinize each stranger--
Believing that the form my fancy drew
Might teach me to distinguish you--’twas true!
Reward me, sire, by flying hence, this hour--
This hour, or you are lost!

_Hen._ Thou dost surprise me!
Not that such things should be, but that thy years,
Thy sex, and most, thy beauty, gave them heed.

_Kath._ There’s matter for your thoughts more pressing, sire,
I come to warn you--must I come in vain?

_Hen._ How could’st thou learn what thou hast warned me of?

_Kath._ The secrets, sire, of vaunting cowardice,
And drunken folly, have no mystery.
I’ve dwelt amongst them, and am neither deaf
Nor blind.

_Hen._ Blind I’ll be sworn thou’rt not--heaven send
Thou art not deaf. Thou sayest the time is pressing--
’Tis my excuse for pressing of the time--
Thou see’st me here a lone, abandoned, soldier--
My crown a shadow--all my powers usurped--
How hath thy loyalty survived my claim to’t?

_Kath._ What I may think or feel is little worth--
I ne’er examined if my heart were loyal,
And never thought upon your crown or state.
Take but my warning, sire--my prayer to fly--
And I will tell you they are breathed because--

_Hen._ Of what? Of what?

_Kath._ Because you are the hero,
Henry de Bourbon!

[_Re-enter the_ MARQUIS, _who stands in astonishment_].

_Marq._ May I trust my sight!
When I believed him fainting--almost dead!
Woman again! Now grant me patience, Heaven!
How came she here?

_Hen._ Rosny, have done--have done--
It is an angel dropped from paradise
To warn me of a danger that escaped
E’en thee--behold again--

_Marq._ Madam, forgive me!
I know you for a model of all worth;
And that you had not come without good cause.

_Kath._ I came, my lord, to warn the king away,
Ere it be known that he hath ventured here--
Aid me, enforce it--save him! Sire farewell--
My errand’s done--heaven guard your majesty. [_Exit._

_Marq._ No, my liege, no! You shall not follow her!
Incorrigible! Would you have them seek her?

_Hen._ I care not--let them seek!

_Marq._ [_he detains the king_]. ’Tis madness! madness!

_Hen._ Ha, that curs’d cut! Thou art the better man,
Good grandam! Fye, to let mine enemies
Give thee a vantage! Thou, or else those eyes--
Something has pierced me--all my strength is gone;
And if thou’rt bent on scolding, I must e’en
Lie down and listen. [_falls on the bed._]

_Marq._ Sire, I thank the chance,
However sent, that gives your ear to reason;
And will make bold to lay before you all
The follies that have caused your mis-adventures.

_Hen._ Nay, nay, in pity!

_Marq._ Pray you, sire, lie still,
We ne’er shall find a moment more convenient--

_Hen._ ’Sdeath!

_Marq._ Do you listen, sire? I speak of woman--

_Hen._ Well, well,--go on--

_Marq._ Of woman, sire--of woman! I would recal to
your majesty how many times this fatal devotion to
her smile has lost you the crown of France. The sums
which you have been pleased to squander upon it, would
not only have sufficed to feed your army, but to buy over
those of your enemies. Nay, the noble character which
you have tarnished by this weakness would in itself have
been enough to intimidate, if not to win them. The time,
sire, which I hoped never to see, is come at last, when I
must either obtain your royal promise of amendment or
tender my respectful resignation. Sire, will your majesty
be pleased to take horse and quit this town before you are
discovered in it? I see my eloquence is lost--Eh? How!
as I am a mortal man, he is fast asleep! Dreaming of his
new beauty! This is past endurance! [_calls_]. Maignan!
Where art thou? I am angry with myself--yes, angry,
that my heart is weak enough to forgive him still--I cannot
help it. I think I can perceive the means of putting
him once more on fortune’s track--I am a fool--no matter,
we have grown up from boys together--encountered chances
that have been strange as the friendship of two such
opposites--and gone too long together to separate upon our
journey--

_Re-enter_ MAIGNAN.

Do thou keep watch on him--I will return ere long.

_Maig._ Where shall I find you, sir, if you be wanted?

_Marq._ Hark, in thine ear--at Madam Chateaupers’!
[_Exit._

_Hen._ [raising his head].

At madam who’s? Rosny gone courting!

_Maig._ Sire,
I’ll tell my lord your majesty has wakened--

_Hen._ No, no, not so! Not for thine ears! Dost think
I slept, or ever shall find sleep again,
Till thou hast brought me to that sorceress
That stole’t away from me? Hark ye--would’st thrive?
Hast thou ambition for the spur and banner?
Soul for a cavalier? Watch Rosny forth--
Bear me three words of fire to Katherine--
I’ll make thee knight of the burning billet! Fly!

[_Exit_ MAIGNAN--_the_ KING _sits down to write_.

END OF THE FIRST ACT.

ACT II.

SCENE I.--_An apartment in the house of_ MADAM CHATEAUPERS.--MADAM
_at a work table_.--PAGE _attending_.

_Mad._ Thou art a saucy boy! Thy father was a gentleman, so, thinking
thee too good for everything, I have made thee good for nothing. I
thought the marquis had left Mante a month ago.

_Page._ It was only yesterday you wrote to enquire after him,
madam--[_aside_]. I understand--the note has not been answered.

_Mad._ Did I? I had forgotten. He was surprised, no doubt?

_Page._ I did not see him. I thought he might at least have been civil
enough to enquire for your health, madam.

_Mad._ Poor man! ’Tis said he is writing his memoirs, if they prove as
heavy as his company, Heaven help his readers!

_Page._ [_aside_]. So! She would have me contradict her! [_aloud_]. I
always thought so, madam.

_Mad._ Sirrah, indeed! Woulds’t thou slander him because he can
perceive no more wit in thine imp’s tricks than should be whipped out
of thee?

_Page._ It needs some wit to perceive wit, and so I hold the marquis
excused--

_Mad._ And yet the king hath chosen him from many wits to be his prime
counsellor--

_Page._ That was because he thought the little wit he possessed would
not be obscured by his feeling.

_Mad._ Hath he not feeling, then? He hath not grudged to shed his
blood, and lavish on his friend whate’er he had.

_Page._ The more shame for him, madam; for it proves his want of
honesty to his creditors--

_Mad._ By which want he sets them the example of a nobler
virtue--devotion to his king and country.

_Page._ Well, madam, then we’ll grant him wit, feeling, and virtue. If
he does me no good turn, after having obtained all this for him--the
next time I’ll _praise_ him.

_Mad._ Malapert, I’ve spoilt thee!

_Page._ Then, whilst he obtains the profit of all the wit he would have
whipped out of me, I’ll go, and mend--madam, here comes the marquis.

[_introduces_ MARQUIS _and exit_.

_Mad._ The marquis! [_aside_]. Alas, his wounds!

_Marq._ Madam! [_bowing with ceremony_].

_Mad._ Oh, sir, most welcome from the field of Ivri! I fear you have
much forestalled your powers in doing me this grace.

_Marq._ Madam, the powers which are weak in our own service, possess a
charmed existence in the king’s.

_Mad._ [_disconcerted_]. Is it to the king’s service that I owe this
visit? My lord, I am proud to be of his majesty’s cabinet council.

_Marq._ Hem! [_aside_]. perhaps the step were not so difficult. Permit
me madam [_is going to hand chairs--she prevents him_].

_Mad._ No, my lord, no! Your wounds, I pray you! [_They sit_].

_Marq._ The king is almost ruined!

_Mad._ Ah! do not say so! [_aside_]. I wish I did not tremble so?

_Marq._ Almost ruined, madam, from want of means to follow up his
victories--his superintendent of finance has robbed him of his
revenues--the estates of Rosny have scarcely another stick to sell, and
our cause has become too desperate to afford a hope of borrowing.

_Mad._ Alas, that I had wealth to make such a hope needless!

_Marq._ ’Tis to that, madam, I am coming, ’tis said your late lamented
husband had the happiness of leaving you provided in a manner suitable
to your virtues.

_Mad._ Alas! alas!

_Marq._ [_aside_]. Am I deceived in her? Will not her loyalty stand the
test?

_Mad._ Would I could aid the king to march triumphant, tho’ I beheld it
barefoot! Look, sire, the riches of these walls--with all the state,
so much o’ermeasured to my wants--are gone. Yet, think not I regret
them--no, only in this; that they are no longer at your service.

_Marq._ Gone, madam, I am amazed!

_Mad._ Think not I have squandered them. No! They have purchased me
both pride and happiness!

_Marq._ Madam, I am rejoiced you have made such envied purchases in
so short a time. Forgive me if, when I was last in Mante--a few days
previous to the battle of Ivri--I deemed these feelings inseparable
from the cause of the King--

_Mad._ And so, my lord, they were.

_Marq._ Here is some meaning hidden from me. Ha! Gods! you change
colour, madam! Can it be? have I solved a mystery? have I found a
miracle?

_Mad._ Not so, unless it be a miracle to follow your example.

_Marq._ Hark you, madam, listen. In that long night before the battle
of Ivri, as I lay upon the cold earth, revolving in my mind the
fortunes of the morrow--the many chances of desertion by our unpaid,
starving soldiers, thinking how gladly I would purchase them but one
day’s pay with the last drop in my chilled and wounded body--in that
moment when I foresaw our good cause lost, our noble Henry sacrificed
to the malice of his foes--

_Mad._ Thank heaven, your fate was better!

_Marq._ In that moment was conveyed to me--I never learnt from
whom--the blessing I despaired of--_treasure_, madam, _treasure_, so
abundant,--it more than answered our necessities! The fight was gained,
but by _whose_ hands? These naked walls are witnesses! By _yours_! yes,
_yours_!

_Mad._ My lord, I beseech you name it not.

_Marq._ Oh, woman, woman! Henry I forgive thee! for thy devotion to her
power is wisdom! If the king obtains his crown, it is to _you_ he owes
it; and ’tis my business now to talk of the security for that which
purchased it.

_Mad._ I never heard _you_ took security.

_Marq._ It was not needful--what I had was his.

_Mad._ And why not mine the same?

_Marq._ [_aside_]. ’Tis well he does not hear as much. [_rather
uneasy_]. Beseech you, madam, did you ever see his majesty?

_Mad._ Often--in your description, never elsewhere.

_Marq._ Then, am I bound the more to see you well secured. If it
please you, we will now discuss the nature--the nature of the said
security. In short the moveables of Rosny, and some other of my poor
estates, have been disposed of long ago--the jewels of our family are
scattered in the four quarters of the globe, and I can scarce replace
my wounded charger that’s aching with the balls and blades of Ivri.
But, madam, the lands of Rosny, though bare, are wide, and if they
cannot furnish what we _want_, they can provide good interest for what
we have had.

_Mad._ My lord, I implore you--

_Marq._ But this is not sufficient. The question now is the repayment
of the principal, and it so chances, happily or otherwise, as you
may please to determine, my lands cannot, with warranty of law, be
alienated from the name of Rosny.

_Mad._ [_aside_]. Did I hear aright [_aloud_]. Indeed, sir, I do not
exactly--understand you.

_Marq._ It is easy madam--that is to say--it is very difficult--very
embarrassing.--In short, madam, my time has been so devoted to the
state that I have not the eloquence--the--

_Mad._ If you would say, my lord, that you are not like those whose
lives have been less valuable to the world, it is true; and not such
loss to you as you consider it.

_Marq._ I thank you, madam, for your opinion, and will resume--touching
this same bar to the conveyance of the lands of Rosny beyond the
family, and how I would propose conveying them to _you_, whom--as
yet--we have not the pride of--of numbering in our house. In fact, to
be explanatory--I will make bold to throw the window open.

_Maig._ [_without_]. Is my lord here?

_Mad._ [_aside_]. Heaven’s, here is some one coming!

_Marq._ [_aside_]. Unfortunate intrusion! After working to such a
point, all to begin again!

_Enter_ MAIGNAN _hastily_.

_Marq._ Maignan! What folly brings thee here?

_Maig._ No folly of mine, my lord, whatever it may be of other
folks. It is just as I expected! This ma’amselle Katherine from the
superintendent’s--

_Marq._ A--hem--[_aside to_ MAIGNAN]. Hush, hush good knave!

_Mad._ [_aside_]. Ma’amselle Katherine!

_Marq._ [_apart to_ MAIGNAN--MADAM _regarding them with suspicion and
alarm_]. I see it! Thou hast tidings of the king, but we must hide our
master’s faults even here.

_Maig._ They will be published widely enough presently! You imagine you
left him sleeping, my lord, but no sooner were you gone than he began
to rave of ma’amselle Katherine--wrote her a note to implore a meeting
in the superintendent’s garden, and charged me to deliver it. Not
daring either to refuse or to obey, I gave it to another messenger, and
hastened to apprise you.

_Marq._ Gods, thou should’st have brought it here! Is he mad? In the
superintendent’s garden! Hark ye--hark ye--[_they converse apart_].

_Mad._ [_apart_]. Is not this strange? Did I mistake him? He did not
quite say marriage; but ’twas a riddle to which there was no other
answer--and the next moment--could any one believe it of a person so
demure!--he flies into desperation at some news of ma’amselle Katherine
at the superintendent’s--

_Marq._ [_apart_]. By all that’s true, he is not worthy to have so
faithful a servant! At such a time too! He wearies me! He wears me out.

_Mad._ One of us two has certainly turned his head, and though I care
not which it be, there is no harm in knowing.

_Marq._ [_apart to MAIGNAN_]. Fly, knave, and take thy stand near
the superintendent’s garden, observe what presses, whilst I halt after
thee.

_Maig._ My lord, if I might advise [_apart to_ MARQUIS].

_Marq._ [_to_ MAIGNAN]. I tell thee I must see this fatal beauty,
though it cost my life--away with thee.

_Maig._ [_to_ MARQUIS]. Well, my lord, remember what I have foretold.
[_Exit._

_Mad._ [_repeating apart_]. This fatal beauty, though it cost my life.

_Marq._ [_coming towards her_]. Madam, a sudden service of the king’s.

_Mad._ Of the king, my lord?

_Marq._ A most unlooked for duty which will admit of no delay--

_Mad._ Oh, sir, neglect it not, I beseech you!

_Marq._ Allow me to add, madam, a duty most unseasonable. But we shall
meet again--

_Mad._ Doubtless, my lord--

_Marq._ Our interview has not the termination I looked for, madam.

_Mad._ A very unexpected one, I dare say, my lord.

_Marq._ [_bowing profoundly and backing off the scene_]. Madam, your
most--

_Mad._ [_curtseying, and backing to the other side_]. My lord your
most--

_Marq._ Unchangeable--

_Mad._ Devoted--

_Marq._ [_turning and hurrying off_]. By heaven, too bad! Too bad!
[_Exit._

_Mad._ Sirrah! Where art thou? Quick.

_Re-enter_ PAGE.

If thou would’st play a spite upon the marquis to make us laughter,
fly--dodge him to the superintendent’s. Find what he does--I promise
thee brave sport!

_Page._ Aye, madam, that will I. [_aside_]. He has not been heavy this
time. [_Exit._

_Mad._ [_troubled_]. What does he mean? Can one so famed for truth
be, after all, no better than a base hypocrite? I know not whether
to believe or doubt. Her uncle’s house is open nightly to all
comers--I am a visit in her debt--what if I go and see what’s passing
there--[_going, stops_].--I feel I am a little flurried--I may betray
too much--and yet the boy can bring me nothing, and I may never
have another occasion to be satisfied--I care not what they say or
think--I’ll penetrate this mystery--I’ll go. [_Exit._

SCENE II.--_The Superintendent’s Garden.--A wall in the back
ground.--Twilight._

_Enter_ VICTOR _and_ KATHERINE.

_Vict._ I’ve placed the sentinels. The superintendent
Is busy at his night’s carouse, and now
My task is over.

_Kath._ Hateful task, I know--
And but for me, dear Victor, and thy wish
To watch beside me in this time of peril,
Thou might’st have followed the brave king to glory.
May we not learn to hate whom most we love,
When our love serves them with a hateful duty?

_Vict._ If you perceive such hazard, end it quickly,
And let us fly this place.

_Kath._ Have patience, yet--
If I consented, whither should we fly?
Where is our refuge? Victor, what has made thee
So much more earnest with me?

_Vict._ Be content--
The dangers in our way must not be thought on--
Our worst is in delay--

_Kath._ What worse than common
Is in this moment?

_Vict._ Do not question me,
We’ll speak of it hereafter. I have asked
A proof of all that love, so often vowed.
Wilt thou deny me? I have friends, I tell thee,
In a remote and unsuspected province,
Where they will shelter thee till better times--
Wilt thou consult my peace? Wilt thou depart?

_Kath._ Victor, thou’rt wild! Depart, and leave mine uncle
A show of reason for his doubts of thee?
Depart, and give my name to calumny,
Not daring to take thine in place of it?
Shame a proud house as its first fugitive!
Consider what thou art asking. If there’s peril,
’Tis only in these secret interviews.
There’s none for us apart.

_Vict._ Apart!

_Kath._ Thou hast
Anticipated better times. Till then--
Only till then--do’st think I’ll love thee less
Because we meet not?

_Vict._ Haply I should not,
If thou did’st meet _no other_--

_Kath._ Meet no other?

_Vict._ Before I made this suit, I knew my answer.

_Kath._ What mystery is this? I saw at first
Thou wert not like thyself--other? what other?

_Vict._ Mine eyes have ne’er been off thee, Katherine,--
The world had nothing else to claim their homage;
And still, the more I saw, the prouder seemed
My fortune! Haply, it was fit such hopes--
Presumptuous hopes--should be rebuked! ’Twas sudden--
Bold--independent--as became thy spirit!
Just as it _should_ be! Thou’st been forth to day--
Alone, disguised, fearful, suspicious! Whither?

_Kath._ Thou’st lost thy senses, Victor, or would’st see
That, bearing this, I merit not these doubts.--
Thou dost me wrong--but I forgive thee.

_Vict._ Whither?

_Kath._ Do I then seem so slight of character
I cannot pass one chance to prove unworthy?
Were thy suspicions just, why should I strive
To blind thee? I can see no cause to prize
Thy love, except that I have given thee mine--
Think on’t for both our sakes--we’ll meet to-morrow,
When thou’rt more calm. Hush! hark! I heard a step.
I will not leave thee till we talk more fully--
Prithee stand by--

_Vict._ What step would venture here?
Stand by? In faith, I will--and closely by--

[_he retires amongst the trees--a Lackey raises his head
above the wall_].

_Lackey._ Hist, madam, hist!

_Kath._ What saucy man is this?

_Lackey._ Madam, I have wandered round your garden
this hour or more to deliver this letter. [_throws a letter_].
If it come too late, I beseech you--[_sees Victor_].
S’death! [_disappears_].

_Vict._ Stay, fellow, stay! Curse on this wall! Look up!
I have a purse for thee! The villain’s gone!
Ha! ’Tis no matter--here’s the note may tell us
More than the bearer. [_takes it up and presents it_]. There!

_Kath._ ’Tis not for me.

_Vict._ Your pardon--’tis addressed to you.

_Kath._ By heaven,
And on my hopes of it, I know not Victor,
What rash audacious dares insult me with it!

_Vict._ Read, madam, read--

_Kath._ At your desire--not else. [_opens the letter and reads_].

_Vict._ She changes colour! Ha! this letter.
[_attempts to take it; she withholds it_].

No!
I must not see’t?

_Kath._ Another time. Not now.

_Vict._ Not now?

_Kath._ You cannot.

_Vict._ Wherefore can I not?

_Kath._ Oh! Victor, Victor, in its dark inventions,
How apt a rival love can be to hate!
Think what you will, I cannot undeceive you,
And will not hear the words you must repent.

_Vict._ Tell me but whence it comes.

_Kath._ I’ve said I cannot.

_Vict._ Heaven help me to the bearer then! [_Exit._

_Kath._ Insensate!
In such a mood, how could I ask his aid!
An assignation from the king! The hour
Already come! No means of stopping him!
To meet is desperate; yet, not to meet
Were, in this labyrinth of treason, death!
[_Is hastening out--suddenly turns back_].
Misfortune still! This downy sycophant
That’s called our chamberlain! What seeks he here?

_Enter_ LA PLUME.

_La P._ Beseech you, madam, vouchsafe me a word.

_Kath._ Monsieur La Plume, you are the master of our ceremonies,
professor of all courtly breeding to those who require polish at short
notice; therefore no one should perceive more quickly when company is
not wanted.

_La P._ I shall be charmed to show my perception if any one ventures
to intrude, for which purpose my lord superintendent has had the
consideration to send me here.

_Kath._ I am aware of the superintendent’s consideration, which would
make me the price of the most approved treason; and of your rivalry
in that quality with your companion in favour, Monsieur du Front, who
holds the lucrative offices of pursebearer, disburser of the king’s
treasure to those who are too vile to serve him, and teacher of brave
words to the faint-hearted. Pray you give o’er. I could not trust
myself to distinguish between such merits [_she is going out--he
interposes with affected courtesy_].

_La P._ Madam, it wounds my sensibilities to differ from you, and, as
far as a coincidence of opinion with respect to Monsieur du Front, I am
your most devoted echo; but pardon me if the strict rules of breeding
forbid me to discuss myself. Monsieur du Front, as you happily describe
him, is a most atrocious [_stops suddenly_]. But, indeed, it is a maxim
in politeness never to criticise a gentleman in his presence; which
might put him to the disagreeable necessity of contradicting. Madam,
here is Monsieur du Front himself.

_Enter_ DU FRONT.

_Du F._ Madam, the first charge into your presence requires more
courage than the beginning of a battle.

_Kath._ I will not dispute Monsieur du Front’s sensations at the
_beginning_--I have heard he seldom thought it worth while to see the
_ending_.

_Du F._ By the blood of my rapier, you say true! I was always too
busy in running after the fugitives! They found me one too many--hey,
Monsieur La Plume.

_La P._ Oh, on all occasions!

_Kath._ A distinction in which Monsieur La Plume fully participates.
[_she is going again_, DU FRONT _interposes with grotesque homage_].

_Du F._ Your wit, madam, is a battery, that will not leave a cavalier
to deserve you! What shall we do for a truce?

_Kath._ That which you dare not--serve the king honestly. [_she is
going again, both interpose_].

_Du F._ May I die of a sparrow shot if I have not lost a whole hogshead
of blood in his service, without receiving so much in return as a
rag to bind up my wounds! I have been notched and scotched like a
crimped cod fish, till it took more trouble to put me together again
than to make an oak tree out of a carpenter’s shavings--and that’s the
truth on’t. “Captain du Front,” says the king, “you are too rash by
half!--you lead us all into mischief!--you must go to Mante; bear the
superintendent’s purse; and raise recruits o’ the right sort!” Isn’t
that a fact? Monsieur La Plume--speak!

_La P._ As true a word as Monsieur du Front ever breathed, or ever
_will_ breathe. His valour was in a high fever, and he was sent here to
infect the citizens.

_Kath._ [_aside and going_]. I would the malady had been the plague!

_Re-enter_ VICTOR.

_Vict._ The villain has escaped me. Ha! well encountered, gentlemen!
Will it please you tell me which of you is the impatient cavalier who
could not wait for the answer to his letter?

_Kath._ Victor--

_Vict._ Oh, madam, I understand--which of you, gentlemen?

_Both._ Letter!

_Vict._ Aye, sirs--letter--you will not disown it in the presence of
the lady herself, and tempt constructions so little flattering to your
manhood?

_Kath._ Thou art beside thyself. Dost thou believe I would receive a
letter from these?

_Vict._ I know of no other in Mante who would presume to write you one.

_La P._ [_to_ DU FRONT]. Hear you this, Monsieur du Front? Mark you the
lady’s consternation? [_aloud_]. Captain Victor, I do protest we are
more in the dark than yourself. For my own part, I never perpetrated
such a breach of etiquette in my life!

_Du F._ Body of me, I never perpetrated anything but hard blows! And as
for writing!--I care not who knows it--the wars never left me time to
learn.

_Vict._ Gentlemen, I believe you both, and her contempt of you is a
proof that her correspondent is some one greater.

_Kath._ [_aside_]. This madness will discover all!

_Vict._ Hark you, sirs, you have more skill than I in weaving plots.
Find me this gallant out, and for your pains, I will relieve you from
one whom I some time believed to be your dangerous rival--myself to
wit. For your own sake, be stirring; whilst I, upon the strength of my
command, close up the gates on all who would leave the city.

_La P._ I pledge myself to this condition.

_Du F._ Blood, so do I--

_Kath._ Whilst thou hast life, thou wilt repent this!

_Vict._ Now then, to business!

_Kath._ Monsieur La Plume! Monsieur du Front!--a moment.

_La P._ Madam, you have wounded my feelings most distressingly.

_Du F._ Madam, our rival shall be served up to you daintily--split open
and skewered with a brace of rapiers.

_Kath._ Victor, I have a word--a single word--that shall paralyze
thee--stay--and thou shalt do me justice.

_Vict._ Aye, madam--when I have done justice for myself. Come, sirs,
away.

[_Exeunt_ LA PLUME, VICTOR, DU FRONT].

_Kath._ The king is lost. [_Exit._

END OF THE SECOND ACT.

ACT III.

SCENE I.--_A State Apartment in the Palace of the Superintendent--a
Banquet in the background_--DE FRESNE _is led forward partly drunk,
by_ LA PLUME _and_ DU FRONT, VAUTEUR _following--a large motley
company of the Bravo stamp remain at table_.

_De F._ Why do you call me from supper? You know I never like to be
called from supper till it is time to carry me to bed.

_La P._ My lord, here are some new partizans who have not yet been
presented to you. This is Captain Vauteur, a brave gentleman,
despitefully used by the king for helping himself to his fair share of
plunder.

_De F._ ’Tis the king’s usual mode of paying services--just as he means
to pay mine. But what is your special grievance, eh, Captain Vauteur?

_Vau._ I was drummed out of my regiment.

_De F._ You are just the gentleman we want. Brave as a lion, no doubt.

_Vau._ [_his hand on his dagger_]. Try me.

[BRAVACHE _and_ POIGNARD _advance from table_].

_De F._ And these, by their looks, are gentlemen whose merits have been
equally ill appreciated.

_La P._ This, my lord, is Monsieur Poignard--this Monsieur
Bravache--cavaliers of no particular title, but deserving of a great
many.

_De F._ No doubt of it, and that’s the reason why they have not
got any. ’Tis a rule with the king that good servants don’t need
encouragement--bad ones do. You have been ill used, of a certainty--you
bear all the appearance of injured men.

_Brav._ The king has thrown us upon our wits, and made it felony to use
them.

_Poig._ So, hearing there was a want of a few soldiers of fortune
here, we are come in to say we are in no wise particular--that’s the
sum on’t.

_La P._ We have many more strangers of the same independent character;
but having been a little out of sorts with the times, they are a little
out of suits also, and therefore our invitations to supper have been
confined to the most select.

_De F._ Gentlemen, you are welcome all--the more the better--and so
another carouse to the superintendent.

_Vau._ Aye, aye; the superintendent.

_Brav._ Or any body else.

_Poig._ We are no wise particular [_they return to the table_].

_Omnes._ Aye, the superintendent.

_Du F._ Hark ye, my lord, we’ve something to tell you.

_La P._ In the first place, sir, your niece, Madam Katherine, did this
evening receive a letter most mysteriously--refused to say from whence
it came, and made it evident to us that the writer was some person of
importance.

_De F._ Eh! who could it be?

_Du F._ That was the question; and therefore we set about enquiring
whom she had seen of late, and discovered that she had this day visited
some one in the house of the Marquis de Rosny.

_De F._ Rosny? No. He never thinks of wooing anything but a stone wall
with a battering ram.

_La P._ True, sir, for which reason we extended our research to the
city gates to learn what strangers had come in.

_De F._ Well, well,--what then?

_Du F._ And there we found a cavalier had entered, answering the
description of the king!

_De F._ The king!

_La P._ Patience, sir! you must not betray your intentions until we are
more certain. If he be here he is safe enough. The gates are closed
against all who would pass out of them.

_De F._ But--my niece pay a visit to the king?

_Du F._ We know her partiality for his cause, and she knows our league
against it. ’Twas not so very extraordinary in her to give him notice.

_De F._ By my life, a conspiracy! Plotting under our nose! ’Slife, but
we’ll be of the party! Let me go, I say! [_going_].

_La P._ Caution, or you spoil all. As we entered, we found she had not
yet returned from the garden.

_De F._ Well--well--what dost thou augur from that?

_La P._ That she would not be wandering in the dark without a companion.

_De F._ ’Oons do I understand aright? Do you believe the king to be now
in my garden?

_Du F._ Those who know him would not be surprised at it.

_De F._ Arm all our friends!

_La P._ Caution, sir, this is only conjecture.

_De F._ No, by Jupiter, tis true! Ho! Where are you all? Where’s
Captain Bravache? Where’s Captain Poignard?

[_All come forward_].

Follow me, follow! ’Oons, if I could only walk straight! Follow,
follow! The king’s in the garden, and there’s not one of you but is set
down for a traitor! Shoot all you meet, and cut down the rest! Here’s
for Maienne!

_Omnes._ Hurrah!

[DE FRESNE _staggers out, followed by the others tumultuously_].

SCENE II.--_Night--the outskirts of Mante--an old winding wall in the
background, the tops of the trees seen over it._

_Enter_ MAIGNAN.

_Maig._ Out of all breath, and ten to one this king
Of bats and nightingales has pass’d already.
Besides, the old wall twists and dodges us
As though it played at hide and seek itself--
We should have had more watchmen here than stones--
Let’s look about. [_Exit cautiously._

_Enter_ HENRY, _closely wrapped in a cloak_.

_Hen._ I wish the night were darker--
Each rogue I met stared at me hungrily,
And seemed to reckon what my head would fetch.
No matter--here’s the garden--now for means
To clamber into it. [_approaches the wall._

_Enter_ MADAME CHATEAUPERS’ PAGE.

_Page._ [_perceiving_ HENRY]. What’s here, a thief?
Thieving’s fair sport when there be none but thieves
To rob--now, comrade, can’st thou jump it?

_Hen._ [_coming forward_]. So!
We’ve found a confidant?

_Page._ Aye, ready made.

_Hen._ Thou art a sprightly knave--what dost thou
here?

_Page._ Watch other knaves.

_Hen._ Some dainty lady’s page--whom do’st thou watch for?

_Page._ One whom I owe a grudge--promise thou’lt lay
Thy rapier’s scabbard soundly on his shoulders,
And thou shalt know. What’s more, if thou would’st rob
The superintendent I will show thee where
To scale the wall.

_Hen._ A bargain--do thy part on’t
And I’ll do mine.

_Page._ A little further on,
Thou’lt find a branch hang over to the path--
Swing thyself up with it--once on the top,
Hang downwards, and let go--then keep straight on
Until thou reach the bottom. Now for _thy_ turn.

_Hen._ Where is thine enemy?

_Page._ I hear him coming.

_Hen._ What is thy quarrel?

_Page._ He is playing double
With her I serve, and stumping here to court
The niece o’ th’ superintendent.

_Hen._ Is he so?
And what’s the caitiff’s name?

_Page._ His name is Rosny.

_Hen._ Rosny!

_Page._ Yes, Rosny--he they call the marquis----
Thou’rt not afraid?

_Hen._ I’d rather meet the devil!

_Page._ Stand!--here he comes!

_Hen._ Stand thou, for here I go! [_runs out._

_Page._ A base and cowardly thief as e’er I saw.

_Re-enter_ MAIGNAN.

_Maig._ No tidings of the king--and yet I thought I could hear voices.
Whom have we here?

_Page._ And who art thou?

_Maig._ My master’s mistress’s little evil spirit! What goblin hath
brought thee here?

_Page._ The same that should take thee hence, if I had not business
with thee. Come, secret for secret--why are so many of us playing the
sneak under this wall?

_Maig._ So many of us? Thou hast seen another then?

_Page._ A dastard villain, that scrambled over the wall just as he
heard you coming.

_Enter the_ MARQUIS, _hastily_.

_Marq._ Maignan!

_Maig._ We are too late, my lord, he is over the wall!

_Marq._ Where went he over? We must after him!

_Maig._ Sir, if I might advise--

_Marq._ Knave, shew me where.

_Maig._ My Lord, these brigands are at least a thousand.

_Marq._ I care not, though ’twere ten--I’ll follow him down the three
throats of Cerberus! Out with thy rapier! All France depends on it!
After me! After me!
[_Exit._

_Maig._ [_drawing_]. So end our memoirs! So begins our history! There
leads the general, and here follows the devoted French army. [_Exit
after_ MARQUIS.

_Page._ And here goes the dispatch to my head quarters.

_De F._ [_without_]. On, on, surround the walls!

_Page._ Who have broke loose here? The madmen or the thieves?

_Enter_ DE FRESNE _and his followers_.

_De F._ Pen him in, I say, and then shoot him at your leisure. Hillo!
an accomplice! What little varlet is this, and what does he here?

_Page._ As good a man as you, and I do my own business.

_Du F._ Ho, my lord superintendent, let me strangle him with my thumb
and finger.

_Page._ [_aside_]. The superintendent!

_De F._ Stop a bit--let me examine him. Who brought thee here, and
which way is he gone?

_Page._ [_aside_]. Shall I betray the marquis? What’s to become of my
mistress? [_aloud_]. I have seen no one but a fellow that looked like a
thief, and hearing you coming he ran away.

_De F._ The king! his very picture. Which way, young cockatrice?

_Page._ [_aside_]. The king! [_aloud_]. This way, my lord,--follow,
I’ll show you.

_De F._ On then, I say, or I’ll spin thee on my dagger like a chafer on
a pin--on, varlet.

_Page._ [_aside_]. Heaven send me some precipice now, and I’ll break
these drunkards’ heads in a heap.

_All._ On, on, on. [_Exeunt._

SCENE III.--_The_ SUPERINTENDENT’S _Garden--Moonlight--Statues,
Terraces, &c._

_Enter_ HENRY.

_Hen._ Where are we now? This villain hath the garden
Of the Hesperides. Long moss-grown alleys,
Contrived, no doubt, to lengthen out a love tale--
Dark winding mazes to elude intrusion,
And bowers scarce known to the nightingale. ’Tis well
That love creates such eyes for hiding places,
Else were I lost. Aye, here’s the group of Cupids--
This is the spot.

_Enter_ KATHERINE _down a terrace_.

_Kath._ Speak not above the breeze,
Nor let your foot fall louder than the leaf,
Did any see you come?

_Hen._ If love be blind,
Not one.

_Kath._ My liege, such pure and holy hopes
As call no stain upon a maiden’s cheek,
Were, haply, worthless to a mighty king,
But still methinks ’twere pleasant to deserve them.

_Hen._ I _will_ deserve--

_Kath._ Was it deserving them
To write this letter?

_Hen._ Hear me, Katherine--

_Kath._ Sire, you would tell me how the lawless love
Of royalty brings not contamination
Like sins of vulgar birth. I spare mine answer.
Moments are precious now--but, oh! remember
How oft the glance of greatness brands our sex
With sins we never dreamt on. Let me pray
Dismissal from the thoughts wherein ’twere shame
I longer dwelt.

_Hen._ [_aside_]. ’Tis something like the tone
They all have used, and something better acted.
I thought her more a novice [_aloud_]. Pray you, heed me--
My life, as you have shown, is here environ’d
With many perils, which (tho’ lengthen’d use
Has taught me to bestow small care on them)
Compel brief speech. Then hear me, Katherine,
I’ve never seen thy like, nor loved till now--
I ne’er will change till I have found thy better,
Which the earth holds not.--I will keep from thee
No royal proof--if e’er I’ve royal power--
That I o’erstep not now, in love’s romance,
My reason or my truth.

_Kath._ Perhaps ’twas wrong
To think my service to your majesty
Compatible with that I owed myself--
Perhaps the insult should have been proclaimed,
The consequence uncared for.

_Hen._ Menaces?

_Kath._ Not so, my liege. I could have meant no menace
To one who oft hath proved he knows no fear.
I spoke of dangers ere you gave me cause
For menaces; and if your own avail not,
I’ll tax your chivalry to think of mine.

_Hen._ Peril to thee!

_Kath._ You know my birth is noble,
And that my kindred are your enemies--
Were I suspected of the thousand’th part
Of what your wish would make me--

_Hen._ ’Sdeath, most true!
I never dreamt of that! And, now I think on’t,
This interview can never pass unknown--
It were pure madness if I left thee here.

_Kath._ [_going_]. Heaven shield you, sire, my coming was well meant,
As witness my going hence.

_Hen._ What would’st thou have?
Be frank at once and leave me not to guess--
What special thing have I forgot to promise?

_Kath._ You have forgotten, sire, the promise made
Already by your matchless deeds of honour.
In Cahors, sire, your sword remained unsheathed
Five bloody days and nights, because you deemed
Your _honour_ was at stake--you loved it _then_!
At Arques you said
Your business was to die, or live with _honour_;
And still more late upon the plains of Ivri,
Your broken ranks had but to keep their eyes
On your white plume, and follow it to _honour_!
These are the promises you’ve made and broken
To be the model of a royal king.
Who follows now your majesty will come
To other end than _honour_.

_Hen._ By my soul,
Thou’st set the blood of Henry more in motion
Than did the storm of any field thou’st cited!
Maiden, forgive me--I have done thee wrong.

_Kath._ Repair it, sire, by flying from this place.

_Hen._ Yet hear me once again before we part--
There is one field you named not in your list--
The field that holds my monument, or binds
A crown upon the brows of Katherine.

_Kath._ Your majesty forgets you _have_ a queen.

_Hen._ My majesty! alas, my mockery!
King without kingdom--warrior without powers--
And husband without wife! Is she my queen?
Margaret of Valois? She who wrung my youth
With fetters forced, and by her deep schemes poisoned?
No, maiden, no--Heaven sees the scandal on’t--
The church in justice--

_Kath._ You are wed to glory,
And to your people’s good--let that suffice.

_Hen._ Thou dost refuse a kingdom?

_Kath._ My dread liege,
I claim of you forbearance of this suit,
Which only can prevail when I am false
Elsewhere, and therefore worthless if it--

_Hen._ Elsewhere?
And thou hast other hopes? Then so end mine!
I would not wrong thee, in the thoughts of him
Whose thoughts are dear to thee, for the best throne
Since kings were fooled, and flattered, and betrayed.

_Kath._ You are betrayed e’en now. Look, look, my liege--
What lights are these? What voices?

_Hen._ Faith, I care not--[_draws his sword_].
Since I have failed in such dear purpose here,
I am so out with Fortune I would fain
Defy her to her worst.

_Kath._ Away, they come!

_Hen._ They could not find me in a fitter mood
To do them justice.

_Marq._ [_without--in a low cautious tone_]. Maignan!

_Hen._ [_suddenly alarmed_]. Rosny’s voice!
What evil genius can have brought _him_ here?

_Marq._ [_without_]. Varlet! I’ve lost thee?

_Hen._ He, by all that’s fearful!
Had e’er romance so rude a wakener!
I’ve stood some odds ere now--but honest Rosny!

_Voices._ [_without_]. Follow, come on! he’s here about.

_Hen._ I am gone--
Maiden, farewell! the time shall be thou’lt find--

_Voices._ [_to the_ R.]. I have him--

_Hen._ [_returning_]. No, thou liest!

[_going to the opposite side._

_Voices._ Help, help! I’ve got him!

_Hen._ I do not think it!--[_going to another point_].

_Kath._ [_stops him_]. That way lies the water!

_Hen._ So be ’t! I’ll take it like a hunted deer.
[_Exit._

_Voices._ [_without._] Ho there! Where are you? Where?

_Kath._ Beset on all sides!

_Enter the_ MARQUIS.

My Lord de Rosny.

_Marq._ Precisely, madam; that most unfortunate--

_Kath._ Follow the king, my lord, let him not lose one moment.

_Marq._ Hush, madam, hush. If darkness befriend him only half so much
as it bewilders me, he’s safe for this time--Gods, what a dilemma!

_Kath._ Alas, my lord, how got you here?

_Marq._ Madam, I’ll answer that another time--the question is how to
get _hence_--odds life, poor Maignan! ’Tis well he is light of heel!

_Voices._ [_without_]. Come on, the sounds were here--

_Kath._ Hark! ’tis the superintendent--

_Marq._ With all his troop of drunkards! Here’s the reward of loyalty!
[_they stand aside_].

_De F._ [_without_]. Shoot ’em, I say--shoot everybody you see!

_Enter_ DE FRESNE, LA PLUME, DU FRONT _and others, with arms and
flambeaux_.

Shoot ’em and ask no questions! Woo’ns! Where are they?

_Du F._ Some one escaped us by the terrace.

_De F._ The king, the king!

_La P._ Another leaped the wall!

_De F._ Both of them the king! You’ll never have such another
opportunity to shoot the king by accident, as long as you live! After
him! Off to the citizens! Drum up the soldiers! Away! [_As they are
hurrying out the marquis steps before them_].

_Marq._ Hold, gentlemen! If you would seek the king, I pray you take me
with you--

_De F._ Rosny! Rosny turned gallant!

_Marq._ My lord superintendent, these drunken bouts are intolerable;
the keeper of the king’s exchequer, and the governor of Paris, sallying
forth with a troop of cut-throats to murder my attendants. ’Fore
heaven, my lord, ’tis well I chanced to be here.

_De F._ ’Oons, you are very good! But how happen’d you to come? What
are you doing with my niece in the dark? That’s the question--

_All._ Aye, aye.

_Marq._ [_aside to Kath_]. A rather difficult impromptu, madam. We must
keep to the same story, and stick at nothing.

_De F._ If their doing be fair and honest, I consent they be married
forthwith. If they refuse, Rosny is not here on his own account, and he
would not run the risk for any one but the king--let him answer that!

_All._ Aye, aye, that’s the point, let him answer that!

_Marq._ Consent we be married! Married! Is this the state and are these
the witnesses you choose for the negociation of a marriage? Go home, my
lord, get sober, and to-morrow we shall understand each other.

_De F._ Ho, hear you this? I am to wait till to-morrow to know whether
my house is disgraced! To give my Lord de Rosny time to account for his
visit!

_Marq._ My lord superintendent, the man who invites a suspicion upon
the honour of his house--

_De F._ I know all that--but why don’t he answer, whether he means
marrying?

_Marq._ I crave your pardon, my lord, and desire you to salute this
lady with the best title his majesty may think I have merited [_aside
to Kath_]. Consent, madam! There’s no alternative.

_De F._ By Jupiter, I can scarce believe this! [_aside_]. I see but
crookedly to-night, but if I would patch up matters with the king,
which I believe were the best policy, such a marriage might prove a
wind fall.

_Kath._ [_unwilling to favour the deception_]. My lord--

_Marq._ [_interrupting her_]. Madam, I beseech you give no farther
explanation of an arrangement with which no one has any business but
ourselves! [_she attempts to speak_]. And pardon me if, under the
circumstances, I want the words best suited to my very peculiar fortune
[_she attempts again_]. Madam, I am ill at making vows; but when I
prove unworthy of your confidence--when I maintain not against the
world, your excellence, your beauty, and your wisdom,--

_Enter_ MADAM CHATEAUPERS--[_the Marquis stops
short and speaks apart_].

We wanted nothing else to make this worse than Ivri!

_De F._ Well, wisdom, beauty, what do you stop for?

_Mad._ [_having looked round and collected the meaning of the scene_].
My lord, I came to visit your niece, and was directed hither--I fear
somewhat unseasonably--

_De F._ Not in the least, madam. Only Rosny trying his hand at a love
scene. There’s nothing interrupted but a few vows of everlasting
fidelity, which stopped short just as you came in.

_Mad._ Alas! I hope the marquis will begin again! I would not for
the world lose the last edition of my lord’s vows of fidelity. Pray
you, my lord! I entreat!--nay then, madam, suffer me to make amends
to you, and take up my lord’s story where it usually breaks off.
[_regarding the marquis askance_]. “The lands of Rosny, madam, though
bare are wide--and hapily or otherwise, as you may determine, cannot be
alienated from the family name.”

_De F._ Heh! has he been trying his fortune there too?

_Mad._ Do not imagine it, sir, for my lord finds it very easy--that
is to say, very difficult--very embarrassing--because he has not the
eloquence--the--

_De F._ Why Rosny, how’s this?

_Marq._ [_aside_]. Loyalty is, beyond comparison, the greatest of human
virtues! [_aloud_]. Madam, it is not to be denied that I stand here
in a position somewhat unusual--unusual, madam, and not altogether
unembarrassing. In short, you have reason to feel surprised at me--very
much surprised, and I candidly confess myself unable to make any
excuse--[_aside_]. My character is lost!

_Mad._ Nay, my lord, you have the best excuse in the world!
Remember, it is a fixed rule in diplomacy to be always provided
with _alternatives_--that all your declarations should have
_duplicates_--and how difficult it is to divest ourselves of
established habits! I have no doubt the “fatal beauty” will make
allowance for them. Of the _alternative_ system she cannot fail to
perceive the advantages, however she may hesitate on the subject of
_duplicates_.

_Marq._ Madam, I have not the eloquence--

_De F._ A cuckoo, a cuckoo! will no one lend him another note?

_Marq._ [_aside_]. This is to be worse than the king!--upon my
conscience, worse.

_Kath._ [_aside_]. Another step! Cannot the malice of fortune be
content without Victor? As I expected!

_Enter_ VICTOR, _as if from pursuit, his sword drawn_.

_Vict._ Your mysterious visitors, madam, are again indebted to their
fears and fleetness, but, as their secret will no longer suit your
reputation, you may now, perhaps, be less disposed to withhold it.

_De F._ Never trouble your head about it--the secret is out, and you
have nothing to do but wish her joy--the Marchioness de Rosny!

_Vict._ The Marchioness de Rosny!

_Kath._ [_aside_]. Heavens, what answer!

_Vict._ I pray you, madam, this is true?

_Kath._ Victor, you will judge for yourself. If you must needs display
the qualities that mar your nature, let it not be said that I provoked
you to it. I’ll speak no more.

_Vict._ The usual refuge, madam, of those who have no further
subterfuge; I knew you better by your silence than your speech, and do
indeed wish the Marquis de Rosny joy of you.

_Marq._ As I live, I must interpose here! Madam, it appears there are
impediments to--my hopes, which I did not dream of! Sir, I protest it
is the last wish of my heart to be the rival of any man; and if you
really pretend to the hand of this lady--

_De F._ No, no, by Jupiter, no! Why, what a pair you are! Each provided
with an _alternative_! I never saw the like! Come in, and let us settle
preliminaries at once; come in, I say.

_Vict._ Madam, farewell. I thank you that have taught me to scorn my
fetters whilst there is yet time to throw them off.

_Mad._ Madam, it is fortunate you are fair--a happy security--but do
not forget that the marquis’s declarations have duplicates.

_Vict._ My Lord de Rosny, though I envy not your fortune, you are
sensible here is matter for discussion--to-morrow. [_Exit._

_Mad._ My Lord de Rosny, I congratulate you on having found such
“eloquence.” [_Exit._

_De F._ ’Fore heaven there are not sane people enough to take care
of the mad ones! In, in, I say--and drink another health to the
Marchioness de Rosny.

_La P._ [_to Du F._]. Wilt thou bear this?

_Du F._ Shall he break faith with us? Let him look to’t.

_Marq._ [_recovering from his perplexity_]. Permit me, madam--the
felicity--[_hands Katherine ceremoniously_]. If I am not immortal after
this, there is no security for man!
[_Exeunt._

END OF ACT THE THIRD.

ACT IV.

SCENE I.--_The_ KING’S _chamber at the_ MARQUIS’.--_The_ KING
_dressing_, MAIGNAN _assisting_.

_Hen._ So, thou disloyal knave, thou did’st betray me?

_Maig._ I said your majesty would need assistance.

_Hen._ Would thou had’st found some other than thy master’s!
Thou’st armed him with occasion for a sermon
As long’s the war, and much more terrible!
What did he out so late? Why came he not
To see me ere I slept?

_Maig._ My liege, he said
He should have much to talk about, this morning.

_Hen._ Much? I believe him! ’Twas a luckless feat!
Where did’st thou find him? madam--?

_Maig._ Chateaupers’--

_Hen._ Who’s madam Chateaupers?

_Maig._ A lady, sire,
That is esteemed the fairest in the town--

_Hen._ What! Fairer than the niece of rogue de Fresne?

_Maig._ Her equal, at the least, so please you, sire.

_Hen._ Then thou hast seen what I did never see.
[_Exit_ MAIGNAN.
’Sdeath, I’ll rebel, and read old Rosny lectures.

_Enter the_ MARQUIS.

How now, old comrade! What a prank is this,
For one of your staid character! To strut
Like a shrove cock, a mark for idle cupids!
These goings on will ruin us!

_Marq._ Indeed,
My liege, they will!

_Hen._ Oh, most assuredly!
Where hast thou been, man?

_Marq._ Sire, it matters not--
My duty brings me to a declaration,
Touching the object of your last night’s visit--

_Hen._ Has she relented? Did’st thou stay to woo
And win her for me?

_Marq._ No, sire, I have woo’d
And won her for another person.

_Hen._ How!
Thou’st won her for _another_?

_Marq._ Sire, I have.

_Hen._ It is not possible! For whom?

_Marq._ Myself.

_Hen._ Thyself?

_Marq._ Myself.

_Hen._ Thou art delirious!

_Marq._ ’Twould not be wonderful. My liege, this night
Has she engaged her promise to become
The Marchioness de Rosny.

_Hen._ How! The what?

_Marq._ The Marchioness de Rosny.

_Hen._ She confessed
She had a love--but--’sdeath!

_Marq._ I’ve told you truth.

_Hen._ Thou reprobate! And Madam Chateaupers?

_Marq._ [_aside_]. How heard he that?

_Hen._ Now, on my conscience, Rosny,
This is too horrible! Two rendezvous
In the same night? Thou’lt scold me after this!

_Marq._ Sire, I will do my duty, if you’ll let me.

_Hen._ How can’st thou do thy duty by them both?

_Marq._ Sire, will your majesty--

_Hen._ Be moderate!
These rival loves have thrown you in a fever!

_Marq._ Your majesty’s enough to throw all France
In a fever! _Now_, upon the verge of ruin!

_Hen._ Oh, ’tis too bad my name should be the worst,
When thou hast reaped so much the better fortune!

_Marq._ I will be calm!

_Hen._ Well, well, I give thee joy!
Two at a time! Oh fye! Two at a time!
Thou’lt never scold me after this! No, never!

_Marq._ Sire, I will scold as long as I have breath!
I’ll die to save you from your faults, on purpose
That you may hear me scold to my life’s end.
Could you be quiet for twelve hours, I’d save
All France for you. Continue in this folly,
And we have not so long to live! [_Exit._

_Hen._ Ha! ha!
Victory, victory! For once I have
The best on’t, and have beat the enemy
Clean off the field! Where art thou honest varlet!
My hat and cloak!

[_Re-enter_ MAIGNAN, _who brings hat and cloak_].

Thy master is gone forth
On _my_ affairs, ’tis good I go on _his_.
Make his adieus to Madam Chateaupers,
And comfort her with railing at his falsehood!
My hat, my cloak, I say!

_Maig._ So please you, sire,
Might I advise, you’d not go forth to day.

_Hen._ If thou’rt more sage than suits a cavalier
I’ll make thee none.

_Maig._ Beseech you, sire, forgive me--
I’d only have you think, whatever chances,
That I foretold it. [_Exit._

_Hen._ Chance? What ill can chance
That hath not chanc’d already? I am like
Some bankrupt that hath come to his last coin,
Which he doth ever spend in desperation,
And I’ll take counsel when the dead take physic! [_Exit._

SCENE II.--_At the superintendent’s.--Enter_ DE FRESNE, _in
altercation with_ DU FRONT _and_ LA PLUME.

_Du F._ Never tell me, my lord--bones of my father! You have broken
faith! The lady was already promised to one of us!

_De F._ ’Oons! what of that!

_La P._ I hold it highly contrary to good manners, my lord, to claim a
gentleman’s promise.

_De F._ Then, why do you?

_La P._ Excepting when he doesn’t mean to keep it; and then it is
universally admitted to be high time.

_De F._ How could I help it if she would’nt have you?

_Du F._ Body of me! ’Tis the first time the noble superintendent ever
doubted his authority! His authority! Soul of St. Dennis! His authority
is like his jaw, that never snaps for any one but himself.

_La P._ Relying upon your excellency’s good faith, we have taken our
_congé_ of the king, and slammed the door upon our own backs!

_De F._ Well, well, you can go and knock again, can’t you?

_Du F._ And so be shewn up to be hanged out of the first pair of stairs.

_De F._ Not a bit of it, I’ll warrant you--’tis odds if he has ever
missed you, and certain he’d forgive you for all the harm you could do
him.

_La P._ Your reason, sir, for breaking with us, would be clear to the
visual organs of a mole. The Duc de Maienne has sent to demand money,
as well as the king, and has not the same polished breeding in taking
an apology.

_Du F._ And the marquis would be a convenient hand in patching up old
grievances, and that’s the truth on’t.

_De F._ Well, and isn’t this a very good reason? Odds! would you talk
about promises in the face of reasons like these? Haven’t you had a
greater share of the king’s revenues than the king himself? Haven’t you
grown conceited, insolent, and insatiable, upon the strength of large
rewards for a proportionable want of merit? For serving yourselves at
a table for princes, and a toilet for tomfools, when honest folks go
naked by thousands and starve in heaps. Promises! Odds! If I could
make you disgorge what you have had already, I promise you I would do
_that_, and there’s an end on’t.

_Enter the_ MARQUIS, _unperceived_.

_Marq._ [_aside, having observed the discontent_]. Eh! Is it so? Hem!
[_aloud_]. My lord de Fresne--[_advancing_].

_De F._ What, Rosny! Thou art a most determined gallant! Early and
late! Well, well, I’m glad to see thee, spite of the novelty--

_Marq._ It was not till last night, when you bestowed your niece upon
me, that I knew of your good will--let that suffice.

_De F._ [_to Du Front and La Plume_]. We’ve business--don’t you see?

_Du F._ [_to La Plume_]. By Mars, and so have we!

_La P._ [_to Du Front_]. If I have a hope in life, it is to see him
hanged.

[_Exeunt_ LA PLUME _and_ DU FRONT.

_Marq._ I have surprised you somewhat early, my lord De Fresne, in
order to discuss the arrangements for our approaching family connection.

_De F._ I’m glad to see you in such a hurry, though, i’faith, I should
hardly have suspected [_regarding the Marquis’ figure significantly_].
However, there’s no judging from appearances.

_Marq._ I will grant you, they are often deceptive--and now, without
farther preface, the point of main importance in our alliance is to
link our interests together for their mutual furtherance, and to
espouse the cause of one master.

_De F._ Good.

_Marq._ Now, you will bear with me, for it is necessary we should be
quite sincere in this business--it never has been very evident _who_
was _your_ master, King Henry, or the Duc de Maienne, his enemy; for,
whilst you have held your appointment under the one, you have done
everything in your power to serve the other.

_De F._ Why, that’s the king’s own fault for being displeased that
I represented him here in a becoming manner, and spent his revenue
royally--there was nothing left for me, d’ye see, but to join t’other
party.

_Marq._ I admire your sincerity, and will confess plainly that there
are certain reasons against my pursuing that course--in the first
place, the Duc de Maienne has been divided from me by long enmities,
and, in the next, his majesty is so exclusively engaged in war, that he
makes me his deputy in everything else.

_De F._ Well then, not to go into a long roundabout, diplomatic puzzle,
and forget one end before we arrive at the other, I only ask of the
king the continuance of my office, with no enquiry for arrears--I hate
arithmetic.

_Marq._ You shall never hear a word about it. And now since we have
arrived at this happy understanding it is important to re-inforce the
king with arms and money, without a moment’s delay.

_De F._ I know that well enough, and we’ll send them off immediately
after the marriage.

_Marq._ [_puzzled_]. The--the marriage?

_De F._ Aye, the marriage--you have not forgotten that, have you? The
marriage with my niece, you know. You say we must be sincere, and
therefore, no apologies. The fact is, our treaty must be duly ratified.
I cannot quite make you out. I believe you mean the marriage, and
somehow I believe you don’t. I believe the king is with the army; and
then again, may I be hanged if I don’t believe he was in my garden last
night; so no communication with the army, and no egress from the city
till the day after the wedding.

_Marq._ I respect your caution. It becomes a true statesman [_aside_],
and a traitorous vermin, that I have a mind to pin to the wall!
[_aloud_]. And for the marriage, I should be transported if there were
time for it--but the branches of our two houses are widely scattered,
and could scarcely be summoned in less than--than six weeks or so.

_De F._ Six weeks! Why then, we must try and do without them; for how
can you that were so violent--you must needs jump my walls at midnight,
at the risk of having more points in you than a porcupine--wait six
whole weeks! no, by my word, you shall be indulged this very day! I’ll
say no more about the matter, but go and see the writings prepared
according to agreement, which I will presently call upon you to sign.
In the meantime [_calling_]. Ho! mistress niece! The marquis! Make the
most of your courting, for odds, ’twill be none of the longest. [_Exit._

_Marq._ He--em! The town bristling with bayonets--the gates closed--the
king suspected to be here--and nothing to serve him but this extremity!

_Enter_ KATHERINE.

Madam, I fear my tongue is too long used
To the cold, measured, march of policy
To praise, as I should praise, your matchless goodness--
Your ready courage--most rare apprehension--
For ’twas to these the king did owe his life
Last night--

_Kath._ My lord, I know your character
Too well to underprize your good opinion;
But ’tis your _aid_--our need is desperate!

_Marq._ You have the pride and consolation, madam
Of a most loyal service to the king;
And they should ne’er despair who do their duty.

_Kath._ Had the king thought of _his_, this ne’er had been--
I will continue this deceit no longer.

_Marq._ Let me but see him through this one dilemma!
We’ll be as prompt as coolness and due caution--

_Kath._ Coolness and caution lag too slow for me,
For time will fix th’ impression of my falsehood--
Coolness and caution! Was I cool and cautious
When you depended on my aid last night?
What gain is mine? Alas! what need had I
Of a base subterfuge? I cast it off!
The day must not conclude, nor noon arrive,
Before this cloud be cleared.

_Marq._ A royal maid
With right upon her side. Beseech you, madam,
Give me but time enough!

_Kath._ What time was given
To help him in a thousand deadlier straits?
These heroes!--Do but view them at a distance!
What giants they appear! What cheats they are!
What contradictions to all nature else!
The farther off the greater! View them near--
How quick to serve their ends at others’ cost
How notable to think the wrong repaid
With caution and delay!

_Marq._ Happen what will,
There shall be no delay.

_Kath._ Nor caution neither.

_Marq._ Be satisfied, for I’ll be desperate--

_Kath._ And soon, my lord--I’ll wear this mask no longer.
[_Exit_

_Marq._ I cannot blame her, but, if fortune please,
I’d rather wed a tigress--’tis indeed
High time for something desperate--but _what_?
This was the door--St. Denis, blink awhile,
Or judge me by my need--not by my helpmates!

[_Opens the door at which_ LA PLUME
_and_ DU FRONT _went out_.

Sirs, will you please come forth?

_Enter_ LA PLUME _and_ DU FRONT.

Short compliments in time of trouble--your entertainment here is not
what it was wont to be--service is sometimes the seed of injury--and
the superintendent is a clod of little hope. In few words, gentlemen,
we are each in want of the other.

_Du F._ May I be food for crows--but I will join with any one who
ensures us vengeance.

_La P._ And replaces us in the good opinion of the king.

_Marq._ To that end have I invited your fellowship--the king shall
makes amends for whatever injuries you may have suffered from his
enemies, provided you help him to the means, and the first of these is
to assist me and my household out of this cursed city.

_Du F._ The gates are closed against all who would pass from it.

_Marq._ Why, that I know.

_La P._ The soldiers are so used to bribery that nothing will prevail
with them but gold--

_Marq._ That I know likewise--

_Du F._ The question is how to get it.

_Marq._ Aye--that I do _not_ know.

_Du F._ Then there, sir, I can help you--I am his purse bearer, and
your own eyes shall convince you how far he has wronged the revenue--

_Marq._ Aye? And my own fingers too? Hast thou pocketed a providential
store?

_Du F._ No, sir, I have done better--I have pocketed it _all_.

_Marq._ Thou paragon of purse bearers! Heaven help thy noble pocket!

_La P._ He means, my lord, his office is to keep the key of the
treasury.

_Marq._ Can’st rob it for us? eh?

_Du F._ Only have patience with me till it be dark.

_Marq._ No, our necessities are crying! Steal us but enough to help us
past the barrier, and load one steed, now on the instant, and before
’tis dark we’ll give the world news that shall make it ring.

_La P._ Meanwhile, as chamberlain, I have the ordering of the
household, and can so dispose of it that none shall interfere with you.

_Marq._ Besides, broad day puts out the eyes of doubt,
Which darkness ever brightens. Off to work!
Bear me your plunder to the city gates,
Whither I’ll follow you--and if at night
You’ve heads upon your shoulders, they’ll look down
On some that now o’ertop them--Mercury,
Thou god of thieves, look kindly on beginners!

_Du F._ Old hands, and all--

_La P._ You’ll find we are men of honour--

_Marq._ Away! I’ll keep De Fresne engaged awhile!
And then let each come jingling like a pack-horse!
Be strong as elephants and fleet as deer!

[_Exeunt_ LA PLUME _and_ DU FRONT.]

We’ll save him yet! If that’s not desperate,
I never will redeem another promise. [_Exit._

SCENE III.--_At_ MADAM CHATEAUPERS’.--_The_ KING _and_ MADAM
_discovered sitting in an inner room.--They rise and come forward._

_Hen._ I do repeat, and swear it, madam, Rosny’s marriage
Is but pretence--his lackey has confessed it--
He hath been driven to’t by taking credit
For my misdeeds--you must forgive and trust him.

_Mad._ My liege, howe’er I’ve been misled, I can
Reproach the marquis with no broken word,
But rather blame my own too quick construction;
So being free to choose, I know not why
His choice should not be real--my worst grief
Is for the spirit stung and mortified--
The woman’s spite with which I taunted him--
Oh, I could weep for this!

_Hen._ Take comfort, madam--
If you have lectured him this once unjustly,
Be it part payment of a debt from _me_.
Keep up the scolding--let him have enough on’t,
But for the present pardon him.

_Mad._ My liege,
I am too loyal to become your rival;
For who shall say what new emergencies
May make my Lord de Rosny need his freedom?

_Hen._ Madam, I vow it is my fixed resolve
To lead a new life, and require no service
That’s not in keeping with his care for _you_--
Beseech you force me not to woo for him--
This tongue of mine has such a trick of talking
In the first person, I shall make mistakes.

_Mad._ If ’twere my life, it were your majesty’s
Without the wooing, but you urge me now
To that which woman hath conceded never--
To take the second place in thoughts of him
Who must be first in her’s--sire, pray you spare me!

_Hen._ Why this is to be jealous of the king!
Were it the queen ’twere reason.

_Mad._ Pardon, sire,
I will trust none that gives no trust to _me_,
Had he but said the king needs so and so--

_Hen._ And so he would have done; but don’t you see,
He was _ashamed_ of me! Good reason too!
I’m a perpetual disgrace to him!
Madam, relent--so fair a look makes not
Such fell resolves--nay you will wed him still.

_Mad._ No, my liege, never.

_Enter_ PAGE _alarmed and hastily with a note_.

_Page._ Madam, madam!

_Mad._ Ha! [_alarmed and endeavouring to recover herself_].
Sirrah--the king!

_Hen._ Nay, we are old acquaintance!
I have a bargain to conclude with him,
When I’ve the courage--is it not so? Come--
Speak my good boy.

_Mad._ [_confused_]. I do beseech you, sire,
Question him not--the matter is mine own.

_Hen._ Madam, it steals the roses from your cheek,
And must be made your champion’s.

_Mad._ Nay! ’tis nothing--
I only wished it secret from the fear
Of misconstruction. That the marquis takes
His courtship elsewhere I am well content,
But, in remembrance of some kindness past,
I’ve had misgivings which much troubled me,
Touching a rival in my lord’s new venture.

_Hen._ A rival! So! I had forgotten that!
[_aside_]. Old Rosny’s case is not quite desperate!

_Mad._ I heard some words last night that sounded like
Defiance, and dispatched my page this morning
To learn what’s like to come of it.

_Hen._ Most wise
And provident--now, sir, your story.

_Page._ Sire,
My mistress bade me fly, as I did prize
Her life--

_Mad._ My liege, the boy doth ever make
My need of him too urgent--

_Hen._ As you prized
Your lady’s life! and whither did you fly?

_Page._ To Mons. Victor’s lackey, please you sire,
To make acquaintance as I could, and mark
What passed--

_Hen._ And then?

_Page._ I met him coming forth,
Charged with a letter for the marquis--

_Hen._ Good--

_Page._ “Well met” quoth I--“I’m on the way to him--
Spend me this o’er the way--I’ll do your errand,
And then come drink with you.” The sot went in,
And here’s the rest on’t-- [_gives letter_].

_Hen._ [_breaking open the letter_]. When thou has a beard
I’ll not forget thee--So, the time and place!
A challenge, true enough--now on the instant.

_Mad._ My liege, no answer coming, he may send
Another that will reach the marquis--

_Hen._ Doubtless.

_Mad._ Alas! Here will be mischief--deadly mischief!

_Hen._ I should not wonder, madam.

_Mad._ Nay, ’tis certain!
You’ll interpose, my liege? You will prevent it?

_Hen._ Madam, not I! Rosny would rather die
Than live in your displeasure.

_Mad._ Die!

_Hen._ No doubt on’t.
You’ll see anon--old Rosny is a fury
In his passado--carries a long sword--
Long as his tongue, and pretty near as sharp;
But when he feels his victory will gain
No smiles from you, his corslet is a cobweb!
An urchin might transfix him with a bulrush!
A hail stone do the work of a cannon ball!
He’ll be demolished, madam, ten times killed!

_Mad._ I do beseech you, sire, lose not the time
That may prevent it!

_Hen._ Madam, as you will
I’m open to a treaty--’tis my maxim
In wars of all kinds. An you’ll wed the marquis,
When I have saved him, I will fight his battle.

_Mad._ Sire, ’tis impossible.

_Hen._ So be it, madam.

_Mad._ My liege, my liege!

_Hen._ You will not marry him?

_Mad._ Your faithful friend!

_Hen._ You will not marry him?

_Page._ Madam, say yes--you’ll be too late.

_Mad._ Oh, heaven!

_Hen._ You will not marry him?

_Mad._ Yes, yes, my liege.
Whate’er you wish, so you will fly!

_Hen._ I fly!
But if I find him not, how stop them then?
I’ve none to lay commands upon the marquis--

_Mad._ Sire, if you wish it, I will do’t myself.

_Hen._ Madam, your loyalty is past belief!
Show me the nearest road--my liege must fly! [_Exeunt._

END OF THE FOURTH ACT.

ACT V.

SCENE I.--_Ramparts._--VICTOR _waiting_.

_Vict._ This marquis does not come--’tis past the hour--
How! Katherine!

_Enter_ KATHERINE.

_Kath._ I sent a message, Victor;
Would you not hear it?

_Vict._ The noble kinswoman
Of one who holds the king’s authority--
It was my duty to obey you----madam.

_Kath._ Madam from Victor! Madam and duty! Good!
It was your duty to _maintain_ my fame,
And not to slander it.

_Vict._ Methinks that duty
Belongs more rightly to the marquis.

_Kath._ If
I met the marquis ’twas by accident.

_Vict._ And doubtless ’tis another accident
That makes you marchioness.

_Kath._ No, Victor, no!
You ne’er gave credit to that artifice;
You could not do it.

_Vict._ And if ’twas artifice,
What fortune shall be his, when it is proved so--
His madam, his--I mean the cavalier
Whom you encounter’d _not_ by accident?

_Kath._ The fortune that’s above your guidance, Victor,
Be’t good or ill; and therefore much beyond
All doubt of my participation in’t;
I came to tell you ’twas the _king_ I met.

_Vict._ The king!

_Kath._ But I will render you a true account
Of all that pass’d.

_Vict._ The rest may be imagined.

_Kath._ No--hear me--

_Vict._ I have heard.

_Kath._ First, here’s the letter
I dared not give you.

_Vict._ Keep it--’tis too late--

_Kath._ Thou wilt not judge till thou hast heard me?

_Vict._ Heard
What I had never heard, but for last night
Which placed it past concealment.

_Kath._ So! Enough!
All this I bear with, for the blush ’twill cost thee--
But mark me, Victor--I have told the how
The king hath sought a refuge here in Mante,
Where he has scarce a friend.--Thou hast command,
And ’tis thy part, to see no ill befall him--
’Tis a rare chance to merit nobly--do so--
Press not these doubts to deeds--else fare thee well.

_Enter_ LA PLUME _and_ DU FRONT _with money bags_.

_La P._ Look, who are these? our mistress, and--

_Du F._ No matter,
Friends to our cause--no time for jealousy,
We are pursued. If you would serve the king
Look here and lend a hand.

_La P._ Nay, doubt us not,
Here’s proof convincing--this is gold--all gold.

_Vict._ Gold for the king!

_Du F._ Stolen from the superintendent.

_La P._ We are in concert with my Lord de Rosny,
And here’s a plot.

_Vict._ A plot! a noble plot!
And swifter than my hopes [_seizing them_].
Villains and thieves
What, rob your master!--ho! there, sentinels!

_Kath._ Hold, Victor--hold.

_Vict._ What, rob you master, traitors!
And escape hanging? Breaking on the wheel?
Hollo there! Ho!

_Du F._ Blood, art thou mad. Let go.

_Kath._ Yet, Victor, hear me!

_Enter Sentinels._

_Vict._ These are two rogues that rob the superintendent.
To prison and report them--off.

[_Exeunt Sentinels with_ DU FRONT _and_ LA PLUME.

_Kath._ Forgive me heaven
That I did love this man! My dream is ended. [_Exit._

_Enter the_ KING.

_Hen._ Here are the lists, and there’s the adverse knight,
Armed _cap à pie_ with fires from Erebus!
Fair sir, will’t please you give me audience?

_Vict._ The king!

_Hen._ Now frankly to the matter here--
Your name is Victor, and you love the niece
Of my good superintendent, and are now
Preparing thunders for our noble marquis.

_Vict._ The marquis, sire, is pleased to take on him
The deeds of others.

_Hen._ An’ thou know’st so much,
’Tis so much less to tell thee--come, speak freely.

_Vict._ My liege, I’d have my blood one moment royal.

_Hen._ ’Tis honest, and that’s better--

_Vict._ Or my rival,
For a brief space, a subject.

_Hen._ Fairly said,
There’s nothing that I quarrel with, except
The doubt that I would seek in royalty
A shelter from the laws of gentlemen--
No, by mine honour, if the king hath wronged thee,
Thou never cans’t be righted by old Rosny.
Rosny may lie for him, an’ he so please,
But Henry (’tis the only privilege
His subjects grudge him not) fights for himself--

_Vict._ My liege--

_Hen._ Yet hear me. I perceive a contest
’Twixt your liege lord, and twenty liege lady,
Which I would end in peace, with fewest words.
Thou hast believed me charmed to her thrall--
Why so art thou--then where’s thy right to blame me?
I would she had been charmed as much to mine!
And finds’t me guilty of a _billet-doux_,
In strains that merited a better fortune--
And interviews by night--heaven help old Rosny,
He hath stood sponsor till his case is hopeless--
And shifts, and escapades--I know not what.
Well, ’tis all true; and now thy cause to love me?
’Tis that I give thee proof of thy love’s love
Thou ne’er had’st gained without me--if I urged
A suit unworthy, be the shame on’t mine--
I had repaired it with the throne of France,
Which she refused, aye, and for thee refused it.
Would’st thou have proof? Go, win me her consent,
And thou shalt see thy Katherine thy queen!

_Vict._ If this be so--

_Hen._ And wherefore should it not?
Why should I take these pains, but for the truth,
And my desire to mend in honesty
What I have marred in folly? an’ thou doubt’st
I have no title here but fellow-soldier.

_Vict._ Henceforth, let no man trust himself in love
Or loyalty--in any faith he holds!
I had defied whate’er the world contains
Of solid test, and at a shade turn traitor!

_Hen._ A traitor--thou? Thou art a slanderer.

_Vict._ My liege, in madness to compel the justice
Your majesty’s free will has offered me,
Have I arrested such a sum of treasure
As would have paved your road to Paris--given
The bearers on’t to durance; and ere this
Your cause is ruined!

_Hen._ Treasure? Is it gone?
What, no retrieving it?

_Vict._ My liege if life--[_going, the_ KING _stops him_].

_Hen._ No, no--[_tumult heard_]. What noise is that?

_Vict._ The tale is known,
The hounds are on the chase.

_Hen._ We’ll make them howl for ’t.

_Vict._ Sire! I will die regaining my lost name--

_Hen._ Aye, but not yet. I would we had old Rosny--
Mine ancient magazine of last resources!
His wit’s the light of other hemispheres,
And just begins to dawn where mine’s benighted--
He’d have some mine to spring, I’ll warrant him--
Some succour under ground, or in the clouds--
Some scheme the world ne’er heard of---gad’s my life,
No other scheme will serve! Go! stand aloof--
Watch me these varlets--I’ve an errand elsewhere--

_Vict._ I will not leave you.

_Hen._ Watch them--I will come--
To find this treason’s depth, we’ll sweep the scum.

[_Exeunt._

SCENE II.--_A large gallery in the palace of the Superintendent--
doors in the back.--Enter the_ MARQUIS, _in consternation, followed
by_ MADAM CHATEAUPERS, MAIGNAN _and_ PAGE.

_Marq._ Gods! is this bearable! Mischief in the four quarters of the
globe, and only one pair of hands to put it to rights! Not a moment to
be lost, and no knowing where to begin! But one person in his right
senses, and nobody to tell him what to do with them! The king gone to
meet that furious lover! All the town in an uproar! All Christendom
undone--[_walks about distracted_].

_Mad._ My lord--oh heaven, forgive me! Indeed, indeed I thought only of
your danger--I never imagined any harm could come to the king--did I,
boy--did I--speak.

_Page._ No, madam, I’ll take my oath you have never thought of any body
but the marquis for the last twelve-month.

_Maig._ My lord, ’tis nobody’s fault but the king’s--I told him how
’twould be when he whisked off to Madam Chateaupers--I came after you
as fast as my legs could carry me; but the world is upside down, and
there is no finding anything. [_Tumult heard._]

_Marq._ Hark to those wolves! Here’s death in a dozen shapes at once!
Madam, madam! It is no time for lamentation--we have only to look out
and make our choice--lost--undone--[_runs to the window, followed by_
MADAM.]

_Maig._ No doubt of it, and with two such masters, so shall I be too!
Twisting and twirling betwixt a brace of cataracts, with no hope of
advancing any way but downwards.

_Page._ Dying out of the pale of all society! Neither cavalier nor
canaille! Astride of the line of demarcation, with one side ashamed of
the other.

_Marq._ [_coming from the window_]. Madam, we have no time to
listen here--we must be doing--the superintendent knows of your
visit--suspects a conspiracy--is gone to make the last preparations--in
five minutes more I shall be married and the king murdered [_tumult_].
Hear them again! My whole life is a panic! Every moment a convulsion! I
have no peace in prospect till I am dead and buried [_is hurrying out_].

_Enter_ KATHERINE.

_Kath._ All’s lost! All’s ruined!

_Marq._ Madam, beseech you be explicit, for I am prepared for anything.

_Kath._ The treasure you dispatched is intercepted--the secret is
confessed.

_Marq._ And the sooner the world ends the better!

_Kath._ ’Tis my work--mine. There is none to blame but me. Had I not
warned the king of his danger he had never tempted it so rashly!

_Marq._ And had I not taken a score of wounds for him at Ivri, he had
never come. Here’s reproach enough to share between us, and give us
both abundance, therefore I pray you, madams both, be moderate, and
let us at all events live to see what happens [_to_ MADAM]. Madam, I
have been loyal to my word! [_to_ KATHERINE]. Madam, I have been as
desperate as you could wish!

[_He is hastening out when he finds himself met on
all sides by armed men, who have entered during the
speech, with_ VAUTEUR, BRAVACHE, _and_ POIGNARD.]

How! This is doomsday, sure--and these are the devils! I am beset!

_Kath._ Hush! hold! I know these men--provoke them not--give no pretext
for quarrel.

_Marq._ Miscreants!

_Mad._ Let go your sword! Oh heaven! Is this the wise Marquis de Rosny!

_Marq._ Madam, I am not wise--I am a maniac! I must find the king!

_Kath._ Nay, peace! would’st show these wretches where to find him? Be
calm, your part is done--the rest is mine.

[KATHERINE _and_ MADAM _stand on each side of the_ MARQUIS, _who
surveys the persons behind him, first over one shoulder, then
the other_].

_Marq._ A contribution from all the gibbets in France, in honour of our
nuptials, madam. The enemy has seen through our movements, and these
malefactors are provided as our bridesmen.

_Enter_ DE FRESNE _and others at side door_.

_De F._ Still true to your _duplicates_, Rosny? Madam, your disposition
is very forgiving. I’m sorry he cannot reward you for it--but, you see,
he is otherwise engaged. Now Rosny, to the fulfilment of our contract.

_Kath._ [_crossing before the_ MARQUIS _as he advances to_ DE FRESNE].
My Lord de Rosny,
I tax your courtsey as a true knight
To claim no promise forced by menaces.
If I retract, be theirs the blame who used them.

_De F._ Ho! by Jupiter! But we’ll be satisfied whether my Lord de Rosny
retracts!

_Mad._ [_crossing before the marquis_].
No, my lord, no; I’ll vouch he spoke sincerely--
My Lord de Rosny, let no thought of me
Prevent your wishes. Take him, madam, take him--
For heaven’s sake say no more, but marry him.

_De F._ Odds, Rosny, these proceedings are more extraordinary than
ever. Last night, these two would have pulled caps for you, and now you
are going begging. What’s the meaning on’t? Let him tell us that.

_Kath._ [_again interposing_].
I’ll tell it for him, sir, I hold the marquis
Too high to link him with a house like your’s;
And prize myself too well to be the patch
That in the king’s esteem shall mend your honesty--
You lose your time.

_De F._ Hey! How?

_Kath._ Yes! Look again
To your assassins--they are ready--mark them--
Remember all the shames that I can publish--
Bribe them to slay me--[_to_ ROSNY _and_ MADAM]. Peace!
’tis what I wish.

_De F._ Friends, she is incited to this by the Marquis de Rosny.
[_Consults with his friends, who throw menacing glances at the_ MARQUIS.

_Marq._ Madams both, stand you apart. Maignan, thou did’st good service
at Ivri. It is but ten to one--out with thy rapier! Fortune has done
her worst.

_Bravos._ Down with the marquis.

[_They advance, when the_ KING _enters from the door in the
back--the rest recoil_].

_Hen._ Where is he? Rosny!

_Marq._ I die with a lie in my mouth! Fortune has _not_ done her worst!

_Hen._ So, madcap, have I found thee? Shall I ne’er
Take eyes from thee, but thou must run to mischief?
They tell me here’s a wedding--madams, beware!
He hath a fashion from the Turk, and covets
More wives than are his due--keep him between you.
Where’s my good steward? Now! what folks are these?
These are no kindred for a marriage feast--
Sirrah! what means this jail delivery?
This congress from the galleys?

_De F._ They are men
Of honour, sire, although unfortunate
In your displeasure.
[_The_ KING _advances towards the bravos_,
DE FRESNE _speaks apart to those on his
side_].
When I speak the word,
Stand by each other.

_Marq._ [_aside_]. His unarmed breast within reach of their poignards!
[_aloud_]. My liege, a word-- [_running to the_ KING, MADAM
_and_ KATHERINE _interpose_].

_Kath._ Be still--be mute--show no mistrust in them--
You force them to extremities.

_Mad._ You shall not stir.

_Hen._ [_examining the Bravos, who, with_ DE FRESNE, _have been too
intent upon him to observe the conduct of the_ MARQUIS].

I can recall this visage. Thou wert one
Convicted as a spy, that plied o’ both sides--
And thou, do I mistake? thou wert condemned
For selling my despatch to th’ enemy--
Thee I once punished for--I know not what.
What dost thou here, thou rogue? And thou?--And thou?

_Bravos._ [_pressing rudely round him_]. Your majesty was misinformed
of me; I was sore wronged. And I--aye, all of us.

_Hen._ [_flinging them back_]. Hence, villains! back!
’Sdeath! must I hurl you--carrion?
[_Advancing to_ DE FRESNE].
Know’st thou the doom I gave these runaways?

_De F._ Your majesty was pleased to banish them.

_Hen._ And thou to call them back, for which I here
Lay hand on thee for a disloyal knave--
Encourager of thieves and renegades
To back the in thy robberies. Thou know’st
I know thee--hast been treating with Maienne
To give this town up--to betray thy master--
I’ve letters intercepted that shall hang thee,
And for this special purpose came I here.

_De F._ My liege I vow--

_Hen._ If thou do’st breathe one word
This sword is swifter than a thousand traitors--
Dost thou rely on _these_--to daunt with rags
Henry of Bourbon--Ha! Where’s Rosny’s lackey?

[_Flings DE FRESNE to MAIGNAN_].

Tie me this shaking villain with a packthread!
If he be troublesome, cuff out his brains.

_De F._ Help friends, and save yourselves, there’s not a man amongst
you but is doom’d! Help! quickly, help!

_Bravos._ Down with the king, down with the marquis.
[_The_ KING _and the_ MARQUIS _face the bravos on either
side_--MADAM _and_ KATHERINE _are in the act of rushing
forward to interpose_--MAIGNAN _and the_ PAGE _of killing the
Superintendent.--Shouts of “Long live the king” are suddenly heard all
around the palace,--the doors are burst open, and_ VICTOR _enters,
followed by_ LA PLUME, DU FRONT, _and a party of soldiers_].

_Kath._ Victor, and faithful to the king--’tis Victor!

_Hen._ [_to Victor_].
Now, gad-o’mercy, friend, thou’st spoilt our sport!
But what is this, I hear? “God save the King?”
What beam hath changed their winter note to this?
“God save me,” say you? ’Slife, sirs, God save _you_.
But what, indeed, has made these throats so loyal?

_Vict._ [_pointing to_ LA PLUME _and_ DU FRONT].
These gentlemen, my liege (the praise is theirs--
Would it were mine)--found argument to prove
Their gold a bounty from your majesty
To the good citizens and soldiers here--
The uproar that we heard was in the scramble,
Which being o’er, their love and loyalty
Hath burst all bounds.

_Hen._ We’ll make these men of Mante
A Macedonian phalanx [_to the soldiers_]. Right about!
You to the left
[_Part of the soldiers face the bravoes on the
right, part those on the left_].
Now sweep me off those felons--
Off to the jail with them--they know the way.

[_Exeunt soldiers, with their prisoners_].

Now for my superintendent.

_La P._ Please you, sire,
If we’ve done somewhat to redeem ourselves.--

_Du F._ For our reward we only ask to hang him.

_Hen._ What reason can’st thou give that they should not?

_De F._ So please your majesty, I’ll think of it.
I’m ill at explanation, and appearance
Is evermore against me.

_Hen._ Fair Katherine, thou’dst tell ’tis thine uncle,
And we do owe the more than such a life;
Therefore we’ll leave the hanging, and go storm
His treasury. Take him away--whate’er
His walls afford that may reward you, sirs,
I give you heartily--go strip them bare,
But do not hang him.

_La P._ Come sir, come to prison.

_Du F._ I would we might have hanged him--
But he’ll come to’t. [_Exeunt_ LA PLUME _and_ DU
FRONT, _with_ DE FRESNE].

_Hen._ I have more treasure still, which I’d fain keep,
But needs must give away--how--Katherine--
Here’s one deserves thee--not so well as I did,
Because he doubted thee, which I could never--
Yet--for his fault doth gall him grievously--
Take him, and teach him better.

_Vict._ In one day
I have twice forfeited all trust in me,
And have become so strange unto myself,
’Twould be a new shame, did I promise better--
My life be surety for ’t.

_Kath._ An’ thou’lt not promise,
I’ll promise for thee--good my liege, we know
The shade is darkest in the sunniest spot,
The stain is deepest in the purest fount,
The cloud in bluest skies most visible,
And faults will oftentimes appear most monstrous,
For the heart’s worthiness.

_Hen._ Dost hear that, Rosny?
Out with thy pocket-book--’tis just my case.

_Marq._ By and bye, so please you, sire. I have a cold damp to wipe
from my forehead, and to ask heaven’s pardon, that I e’er thought the
affairs of men could be quite desperate.

_Hen._ Madam, how say you? ’Tis an arrant wild one--
Leaps ladies’ walls at night--but he hath answered
For me ere now, and so will I for him--
Your beauty will reform him--take my word--
And make him steady as he looks.

_Mad._ My liege,
An if the marquis hath _no more_ engagements,
He hath so often taught me to be loyal
I leave my fortunes with your majesty.

_Hen._ ’Tis well! and more than he deserves--what says he?

_Marq._ Madam--I have not the eloquence--the--

_Mad._ Hush! that note’s your false one--

_Maig._ This I did _not_ foretel!

_Page._ As the marquis says--affairs are never desperate!

_Hen._ We’ll talk the rest upon the road to Paris;
And plan another chapter for thy book
Shall keep the moth out.

_Marq._ Please your majesty
Here are more matters than will serve our turn,
Or suit the dignity of history.

_Hen._ Well, leave them to the writers of romance--
Prime ministers detected leaping walls
For midnight love scenes, were a bad example;
And that’s the truth on’t. Keep thy counsel, man,
And march and mend--Paris and Victory.

THE END.

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