Poetical Works of Robert Bridges, Volume 3Bridges, Robert
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Poetical Works of Robert Bridges, Volume 3
Bridges, Robert
English drama; English poetry
_Ul._ Excellent reasons. First that when I come
I may know how to come, and where to hide
From them I would not meet: and thereto this,
That if Achilles fly, he should not take us
At too great disadvantage: thou mayst head him,
Knowing the ground about, while I pursue.
He must not scape. But hark, ’tis time the plot
Were put to proof; already it must be noon; 190
And I hear steps and voices. Let us return
To the ship. If they that come be those we seek, ...
Hark, and ’tis they,—we can look back upon them.
I’ll be amongst them soon.
_Dio._ ’Tis a girl’s game.
[_Exeunt into the bushes._
_Enter Deidamia, Achilles as Pyrrha, with the chorus of
maidens._
_DEIDAMIA_ (_without_).
Follow me, follow. I lead the race. [_Enters._
_CHORUS._
Follow, we follow, we give thee chase. [_Entering._
_Deid._ Follow me, follow.
_Ch._ We come, we come.
_Deid._ Here is my home;
I choose this tree: this is the ground 200
Where we will make our play. Stand all around,
And let us beg the dwellers in this glade
To bear us company. Be not afraid,
(I will begin) sweet birds, whose flowery songs
Sprinkle with joy the budding boughs above,
The airy city where your light folk throngs,
Each with his special exquisite of love,—
Red-throat and white-throat, finch and golden-crest,
Deep-murmuring pigeon, and soft-cooing dove,—
Unto his mate addrest, that close in nest 210
Sits on the dun and dappled eggs all day.
Come red-throat, white-throat, finch and golden-crest,
Let not our merry play drive you away.
_Ch._ And ye brown squirrels, up the rugged bark
That fly, and leap from bending spray to spray,
And bite the luscious shoots, if I should mark,
Slip not behind the trunks, nor hide away.—
Ye earthy moles, that burrowing in the dark
Your glossy velvet coats so much abuse;— 219
Ye watchful dormice, and small skipping shrews,
Stay not from foraging; dive not from sight.—
Come moles and mice, squirrels and skipping shrews,
Come all, come forth, and join in our delight.
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