The platform and summer-house built on an oak-tree in the grounds of “Ultima Thule,” Michael Cosway’s country seat at Norman Arches. THE SECOND ACT. The same. THE THIRD ACT. The Deanery garden, Norman Arches. Five weeks elapse between Acts I. and II., and one night between Acts II. and III. _CAUTION_ _Professionals and Amateurs are hereby warned that “LADY PATRICIA,” being fully protected under the Copyright Laws of the United States, is subject to royalty, and anyone presenting the play without the consent of the author or his authorized agent will be liable to the penalties by law provided. Application for the right to produce “LADY PATRICIA” must be made to Charles Frohman, Empire Theatre, New York City._ [ALL RIGHTS RESERVED] THE FIRST ACT _The scene shows the summer-house and platform built in an oak-tree at “Ultima Thule.” The stage, slightly raised, represents the platform. In the right-hand corner is the summer-house, built on branches a few feet higher than the platform. The entrance to the platform is through a square hole, reached by a ladder from beneath. The tree, a vast, ancient, and mossy oak, comes straight through the centre of the platform, its branches spreading aloft in every direction._ (_LADY PATRICIA, in a loose and exquisite costume, lies full length in a deck-chair, reading aloud from some beautiful vellum MSS. She is a woman of about thirty-five, languid, elegant, exotic, romantic, and sentimental. Beside her is a tall vase with arum-lilies and a table with a samovar. It is a late afternoon in May._) LADY PATRICIA. (_Reading with fine feeling._) _Go from me. Yet I feel that I shall stand_ _Henceforward in thy shadow. Nevermore_ _Alone upon the threshold of my door_ _Of individual life shall I command_ _The uses of my soul, nor lift my hand_ _Serenely in the sunshine as before,_ _Without the sense of that which I forebore—_ _Thy touch upon the palm——_ (_ELLIS, the footman, enters carrying a tray with a cup and saucer, and some sliced lemon. LADY PATRICIA raises her hand to command silence. He stands rigid. She continues with scarcely a break:_) _The widest land_ _Doom takes to part us, leaves thy hand in mine,_ _With pulses that beat double. What I do_ _And what I dream include thee as the wine_ _Must taste of its own grape. And when I sue_ _God for myself, He hears that name of thine,_ _And sees within my eyes the tears of two...._ (_A pause; she repeats in a deep voice_) _And sees within my eyes the tears of two ..._ _... the tears of two...._ What is it, Browning? (_ELLIS stands motionless; a pause; she looks round at him._)