Poetical Works of Robert Bridges, Volume 4Bridges, Robert
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Poetical Works of Robert Bridges, Volume 4
Bridges, Robert
English drama; English poetry
_Pen._ What means this fight? what hath been done?
_Tel._ Thou knowest not?
The robbers are all slain.
_Pen._ All slain!
_Tel._ My father
Is here.
_Pen._ Son, son!
_Tel._ He hath returned—’Tis true—
And in his vengeance slain them all.
_Pen._ What say’st thou?
_Tel._ Mother, believe: our sorrow is o’er. ’Tis he,
The man disguised, who spake with thee last night:
But now himself.
_Eum._ O lady, ’tis the master, 2740
Just as he was.
_Tel._ The tidings hath o’ercome her.
Stand from before her.
_Re-enter Ulysses, as himself._
_Ul._ Now o’er my threshold step I as myself,
None will gainsay my coming. Ah here, my son!
_Tel._ She learned her joy too quickly. As I spake
She fell back swooning.
_Ul._ Watch by her awhile.
(_To Eum. and neatherd._) Drag ye these bodies forth,
and hide the blood;
That there be nought to shock her wakening sense.
And all ye maids begone. I know to winnow
Good wheat from chaff: and what I spake to you
Shall be to-day accomplished. (_Exeunt Maids._) Ha,
what see I? 2751
Beneath yon skins a coward skulks—one more—
Traitor, come forth!
_Phem._ (_appearing from under skins_). O my good lord
and master,
Have pity upon me.
_Ul._ (_to Eum._). Take him to the court,
And slay him there.
_Phem._ Master, have pity on me:
I am but a minstrel, and have done no wrong.
_Tel._ Father, I plead for him: ’tis Phemius.
Spare him.
_Ul._ Well, be thou spared;—the only one—
And live to tell the tale. See, ’tis thy trade.
Go from the hall. [_Exeunt Phemius and neatherd._
(_To Tel._) Now all is ready, son: 2760
Doth she not wake?
_Tel._ Ay, now I think she awakes.
_Ul._ Stand thou in sight. Now, dearest wife, awake!
Wife, wife, awake! That word and in my voice
Should call thee from the grave. Dost thou not hear?
_Pen._ Who spake?
_Ul._ I speak to thee again.
_Pen._ Thy hand.
_Ul._ I hold thee, and thou me. ’Tis I. I kiss thee.
_Pen._ ’Tis thou. Let it be waking life, or death,
Or dream, I see thee.—
_Ul._ Truest and bravest heart, our patient years
Are crowned with joy. 2770
_Pen._ O love, thou comest in time.
_Athena appears on the threshold._
_ATHENA._
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