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
_Mar._ Nay, but you force him ...
The viceroy to yield up his power to a rebel!
Hugo, his person to your hated hands!
_Pal._ Well, he may fly; and then my word is, _Sack
And fire the palace_.
_Mar._ Giovanni, if he fight,
Thou wilt be killed or taken.
_Pal._ And what of that?
_Mar._ What, askest thou! ask what! Methinks the world
Holds but one treasure—thee: and thou dost wrong
Creation, staking all her store at once 1401
On such a sleight of fortune. It shall not be.
Nay, for my sake it shall not. Dost thou love me?
_Pal._ Love thee? O, Margaret, when I look on thee,
And see the dazzling wealth, with which I hardly
Shall scrape to heaven, may God forgive me, love,
But I would be for ever pinched in hell,
Rather than miss thee.
_Mar._ To me art thou as precious:
Therefore be wise. Where is the list of names?
_Pal._ ’Tis here.
_Mar._ What read I here? These are thy captains,
Palicio: these thy rivals, Margaret! 1411
Why, ’mongst these names—nay, tho’ I here see names
Renowned for outrage—there is not one name
Of such respect, that I can think it possible
Its leadership can bid thee cast away
Thy life, my life, our love.
_Pal._ They are all brave men.
_Mar._ They are ignorant, desperate, and reckless men.
_Pal._ ’Tis by such recklessness I come at right.
_Mar._ ’Tis recklessness throughout. See, thou art wounded
And weak; a price upon thy head: think of it,—
And trust the people’s rights to Manuel; 1421
Leave them to the barons: we’ve a better task:
Sail o’er to Rome, there reassume thy rank;
Let us be married, and await the day
That Manuel finds thy pardon.
_Pal._ Tempt me not, Margaret.
_Mar._ Else are we lost.
_Pal._ Nay, fear not: there’s a traitor
In the enemy’s camp; from whom I’ll have such tidings
As will ensure success.
_Mar._ Who is it?
_Pal._ Blasco.
_Mar._ Blasco!
_Pal._ He hath your money; and for that price
Will tell how Hugo may be best surprised. 1430
That is my venture, Margaret ... If it fail ...
_Mar._ Thou wilt be slain.
_Pal._ Nay, I may still escape.
_Mar._ And then thou’lt come?
_Pal._ I will.
_Mar._ Promise but that:
That if this venture fail, and thou escape,
Thou wilt not risk again.
_Pal._ Ay, if I fail.
_Mar._ Promise.
_Pal._ I promise.
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