LORDS AND LOVERS AND OTHER DRAMAS LORDS AND LOVERS AND OTHER DRAMAS BY OLIVE TILFORD DARGAN NEW YORK CHARLES SCRIBNER'S SONS 1906 _Copyright, 1906, by Charles Scribner's Sons_ _All rights reserved_ _Published, October, 1906_ _The Trow Press, New York_ CONTENTS LORDS AND LOVERS: PART I 1 PART II 71 THE SHEPHERD 135 THE SIEGE 207 LORDS AND LOVERS PART I _CHARACTERS OF THE PLAY_ HENRY III, _King of England_ EARL OF ALBEMARLE EARL OF PEMBROKE RICHFORD, _son to Pembroke, afterwards Earl_ ARCHBISHOP OF CANTERBURY BISHOP OF WINCHESTER CARDINAL GUALO HUBERT DE BURGH, _afterwards Earl of Kent_ SIR ROLAND DE BORN STEPHEN GODFREY, _a soldier_ GREGORY, _a captain_ BALDUR, GODRIC, _soldiers_ ORSON, _a servant_ GERSA, _an officer under De Burgh_ FRIAR SEBASTIAN LORD GOLY LORD DE VERE MARGARET, _a Scottish princess_ ELEANOR, _Countess of Albemarle, wife of Albemarle_ GLAIA, _ward of De Burgh_ ELDRA, _servant to Glaia_ _Lords and ladies of the court, bishops, barons, priests, citizens, soldiers, &c._ TIME: _13th Century_ SCENE: _England_ ACT I SCENE 1. _Room in the earl of Pembroke's castle. Pembroke in bed. Richford and Albemarle attending._ _Pem._ The king has come? _Alb._ He waits upon your grace As a good servant; with demeanor speaks True sorrow you are brought so low. _Pem._ [_Stoutly_] Ha! Low? _Alb._ Sir, but in body. Pembroke's mounting mind Can never be struck down. _Pem._ He's sad, you say? _Alb._ In tears, your grace. He weeps more like a son Than sovereign. _Pem._ A son! Where is the son Would weep for Pembroke? _Rich._ Here, my dearest father! Here are the tears would water thy affliction Till it be washed from thy endangered body. Here is the heart would give its younger blood To make thine leap with health. Without you, sir, I am no more than is the gaudy bloom Of some stout tree the axe has brought to ground. O, wilt forgive the many pains I've cost thee? _Pem._ First touch my hand and swear by highest God That you will serve the king. _Rich._ O, slight condition! I take this noble hand that ne'er was raised 'Gainst country, throne or God, and by that God, I vow to serve the king. _Pem._ For the last time I'll trust and pardon you. If you make black Your soul with violation of this oath, I, safe beyond the stars, shall know it not, Nor die again to think on 't. Men, weep not That ye lack sons, but weep when your wives bear them! _Alb._ I'll vouch for him, your grace. _Pem._ Thanks, Albemarle.