Original Plays, Second SeriesGilbert, W. S. (William Schwenck)
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Original Plays, Second Series
Gilbert, W. S. (William Schwenck)
English drama; Operas -- Librettos
_Dan._ (_after a pause, sighs deeply_). Tell me all about it, my pretty.
_Geof._ Master Dan’l--I----
_Dan._ No, lad--no--not from thee. I’d liefer hear it from my pretty.
_Dor._ (_going to him and putting her arms round his neck_) Dear
father, Geoffrey hath told me that he loveth me, and would fain take me
to be his wife----
_Dan._ Ay, ay, lass--go on----
_Dor._ He loveth me very dearly, father, and will quit the sea to bide
with us here.
_Dan._ Go on----
_Dor._ He loveth me so dearly that it would sadden his life if I were
to wed with another.
_Dan._ Well?
_Dor._ So, dear father, as I would not cause him sorrow I will not wed
with another. (_Hiding her face on his shoulder._)
_Dan._ So soon! so soon! Nay, hang there a bit longer, my lass; for
thou’rt all I have, and thou’rt going from me ower soon, and of thine
own free will. Dorothy, oh, Dorothy, the hope and stay of my poor old
life! my saving angel! my saving angel! It’s hard to part with thee,
Dorothy. He will not love thee as I love thee. (_With an effort._)
I’m but a thankless man. It was to be, and ’twould better fit me to
rejoice that thou hast found a brave and honest man to tend thee when I
am gone. Get thee within, and dry thine eyes. I’ll do thy weeping for
thee, Dorothy! (_Exit DOROTHY into the cottage._) It’s come sudden,
my lad, it’s come sudden, and I doan’t rightly know how to shift
wi’out her. She’s been more than life to me, Dolly has. I was a hard
and bitter man when she was left with me fourteen year since,--for
I’d been cruelly warped--cruelly warped. But when things are at their
worst, like as not they’ll mend; and from the time my darling was sent
to me (by a miracle as I then thought, for I’d been brought up ’mong
folk as see a miracle in ’most everything) a change crep’ over me, and
bit by bit my cruel old heart growed soft again. I was a foul-tongued
fellow then, but I couldna swear afore an angel come straight from
heaven. I was cruel and hard, but I couldna sit glowerin’ at mankind
wi’ her little arms round my neck, and her soft cheek agin’ my wicked
old face. Then it come about that Dolly must be taught her Bible; but
I’d no Bible--so, wi’ a shamefaced lie on my tongue, I borrowed a
good book, and we spelt it out together. And many’s the time as the
old half-forgotten words come back to me, bit by bit, and I called to
mind when I’d first learnt ’em as a child. I laid my head down on the
book, and wept like a woman. And as it was for me (God help me!) to
teach her right from wrong, I learnt as I taught, and the Light come
to us together--the old man and the little child--and as she growed in
knowledge, my right self growed in strength--and such as I am--hale,
hearty, and happy--livin’ by the sweat o’ my brow--owin’ no man,
fearin’ none, and lovin’ all, why she has made me, God bless her!
_Geof._ And thou hast never seen her father since?
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