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
_Hu._ Enough!
Thou dost admit the act: ’tis downright treason.
I’ll hear no answer. Though thou wouldst deny
My authority, thou shalt not doubt my power. 1611
Thou art my prisoner. To-night the embassy
Will sail for Spain. Thou goest with them to plead
Thy cause before the king.
_Man._ I shall be ready, sire.
_Hu._ Thou wilt be here detained until thy house
Is searched: which done thou wilt go home, and there
Resign thy keys. Knowing thy doings, sir,
I treat thee as I find thee. We are enemies.
_Man._ I pray your excellence, for your daughter’s sake ... 1619
_Hu._ My daughter! could I wed her to a traitor,
Would she herself consent?
_Enter LIVIO with the book, and BLASCO._
_Man._ Call me not traitor,
Ere I be proved one.
_Hu._ (_to Bl._). Ho! call in the guard. [_Exit Blasco._
(_To Liv._) What bring you, son? [_Talks with him._
_Man._ (_to Ph._). Philip, before I go;—
Thou see’st my case. Fate would look black upon me,
Left I no friend to speak for me: but thee
I trust. Tell Constance what thou knowest; the rest
Margaret can tell you. Add thereto assurance
Both of my innocence and speedy acquittal.
_Re-enter Blasco with Guards._
One word and I am gone. Beware of Blasco.
He bears two faces. See he be not trusted 1630
With aught of moment.
_Hu._ (_to officer of guard_). The chief justiciary is your prisoner
On charge of treason. Guard him in the palace
Till you hear more.
_Man._ (_to Ph._). Stand my friend, and God aid thee.
[_Exit guarded._
_Ph._ (_aside_). And so I may. I am not yet stepped so far
That I must push my purpose, where it wounds
Such ample trust.
_Hu._ Philip, see here.
_Ph._ What, sire?
_Hu._ From some most friendly hand we have full tidings
Of all the rebels; where they may be seized
This very night.
_Ph._ (_to Liv._). You bring it?
_Liv._ They are betrayed 1640
By some one of themselves.
_Hu._ ’Twill end the matter.
_Ph._ How came you by it?
_Liv._ A woman brought it me,
Who said ’twas thrust into her hands by one
She knew not, who escaped. She hath since confessed
That ’twas a maid of Manuel’s.
_Bl._ Look you, tho’,
How close this follows the discovery
Of Manuel’s treason. It must be that some,
On whom he used constraint, smelling his fall
Return to loyalty.
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