Poetical Works of Robert Bridges, Volume 4Bridges, Robert
General
Poetical Works of Robert Bridges, Volume 4
Bridges, Robert
English drama; English poetry
My noble suitors, hear me. The prince, my son,
Hath told you of the purpose of my coming: 2361
Howe’er that be, attend. Ye have now long time
Besieged this widowed house, and day by day
Eating and drinking without end, abused
The absence of its lord; and ever in all
Ye have still proclaimed one object, me to woo
And wed. Till now I have barred consent: to-day
I yield me to your urgence to declare
Whom I will choose: but since not willingly
I wed, I set my fortune with the gods 2370
To guide and govern. Here is Ulysses’ bow:
With this contest, I pray you, among yourselves,
And I will be the prize. Yes, his am I
Who strings most easily this bow, and shoots
The truest arrow through the axes’ heads.
He is my husband and with him to day
Will I leave this fair house so dearly loved.
Eumæus, take the bow. Offer it now
In turn to all: and let all try in turn;
I will sit here and watch.
_EUMÆUS._
O honoured mistress, 2380
What wilt thou do?
_NEATHERD._
Alas, my tears run down:
I never thought to have seen this day.
_Ant._ Now, hinds,
Obey. Why weep ye, fools? Your lady needs
Encouragement, not pity. Swift obey,
Or take your tears without, and leave the bow
To us for whom the prize is;—a prize, my lords,
Not lightly to be taken; for none I think
Will bend it as Ulysses did: none here
Is like the man, as I remember him
Long years ago, when I was but a lad. 2390
_Tel._ Stay; are all here? This trial being for all,
Chance shall exclude none from it. In the house
Are ye full numbers?
_Eur._ Lords, let all sit down,
Each in his place.
_Tel._ Eumæus, go without,
And see that all be gathered in the court.
[_Exit Eumæus._
_Wooers._ The queen doth well.—’Tis just and plain,
All share the chance.—It goes for nought
To have boasted favour. They that brought
The costliest gifts have spent in vain.—
Now we may laugh, sirs.—Some that sought 2400
To overawe our equal claim
Are answered well.—I ever thought
She was a wise and honest dame. [_They sit._
_Eur._ The places all are filled: none lacketh here.
_Eum._ (_returning_). All are assembled, prince, within the court.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
Reviews
Reviews
No reviews yet
Be the first to share your thoughts on this work.
Elsewhere in the archive
Join the Discussion
Join the discussion
Sign in to leave a comment or review.
Sign InorCreate an account