Poetical Works of Robert Bridges, Volume 4 — John Shaqi
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
_Liv._ If there be better tidings
Of Constance, send them hither.
_Ph._ Indeed I will.
Is there no news of Margaret?
_Liv._ Not a word. [_Exit Philip._
She knows I am here, no doubt: but when she hears
Of Manuel’s death she must return.—I think
That when her brother lived to do his worst,
My suit had fairer chance.
_Enter Blasco._
Well, count, what news?
_BLASCO._
Excellent.—Manuel was drowned, drowned like a dog.
I have seen the captain of the ship that ’scaped. 1910
He tells that, putting forth at night, they kept
Their course till dawn, when in a fog they drave
On the French fleet, some two-and-twenty sail.
Of our five vessels three were taken: one,
His own, escaped, and the other—that’s the one
On which sailed Manuel—by a tall ship,
Which flew the admiral’s pennon, was run down,
And sunk in sight.
_Liv._ The news will please my father,
As it doth thee. For me ’tis ruin: my hope
I might please Margaret working for her brother 1920
Is gone. Now will she hate me more than ever.
_Bl._ You never could have won her while he lived.
_Liv._ Well, take these papers. There are here the orders
For the execution of Palicio
To-morrow, in the public square, at noon.
See them in proper hands. They need a seal.
_Bl._ ’Twill be a pleasure. ’Twas the kindest freak,
This self-surrender.
_Liv._ He was strangely dashed,
Looking for Manuel, to find me here.
_Bl._ He’ll find that friend no more.
_Liv._ Take them and go. 1930
And for the present, count, avoid the duke:
He is angry with thee. [_Exit Blasco._
I shall not leave this house
Till I be sure Margaret means not to come.
The unkindest tempers are broke down by grief:
And since she cannot blame me, she may find
Comfort in my compassion,—ay, and thank me
For some consideration.—She will see
I have put on black, and set the house in mourning,
Have ordered mass, have had his room shut up ...
Is there now nothing more? Why, who is this? 1940
_Enter Margaret, throwing off a veil._
_MARGARET._
Livio! thou here! Where is my brother?
_Liv._ Oh!
Margaret!
_Mar._ Where is my brother? I am come
To speak with him. Where is he?
_Liv._ Hast thou heard nothing?
_Mar._ Heard what? Where is he?
_Liv._ O, if thou knowest not ..
_Mar._ What is it? speak. Why is the house in black?
What means it? say.
_Liv._ Nay, let it not be me
To tell thee.
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