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
_Man._ May I speak with thee?
_Ros._ With pleasure.
_Man._ Stand we aside.
Hast thou forgotten me?
_Ros._ Nay, for I think
I have never seen thee ... or I ask thy pardon.
_Man._ Now thou shouldst know me well.
_Ros._ Thy voice I think
I do remember.
_Man._ (_discovering_). Do you know me now?
_Ros._ Manuel! Thank God!
_Man._ Is it a good disguise?
_Ros._ Metamorphosis ... if indeed ’tis thou,
In such a husk. Then thou’rt nót drowned!
_Man._ Indeed,
There was a time when I had some fear to be;
But how came you to know it?
_Ros._ Of the ships 2040
One returned home with news that thine was sunk.
Was not that true?
_Man._ Ay, ay,
_Ros._ How didst thou ’scape?
_Man._ I took my only chance, leapt overboard
And swam to the enemy. By heavenly fortune
The ship that ran us down was Raymond’s, he
Who served so long with us. I had left my foes
To find old friends: and when the fight was o’er,
I told him in what hapless case I stood,
And promising to hold myself no less
His prisoner, and surrender to his master 2050
At Naples if need were, I bade him land me
By night at Cefaledi; there arrived,
By the good sailor friars I was clad
In the disguise you see, and came in speed
To look to matters here.
_Ros._ There is great need.
_Man._ Ay, my affairs with Constance?
_Ros._ I grieve to tell
Constance is lying ill.
_Man._ She is in your hands?
_Ros._ Ay.
_Man._ Doth she doubt of me?
_Ros._ At your committal
A fever must have seized her. Then your death,
Which should have been concealed, was urged upon her, 2060
In countenance of duke Philip’s suit ...
_Man._ How? Philip!
_Ros._ Did you not guess?
_Man._ Is’t possible?
_Ros._ At that
Her mind gave way: ’tis question of her life.
_Man._ I bring the medicine to work her cure.
Is’t not enough?
_Ros._ I trust so.
_Man._ And I think it.
How blind I have been! I trusted Philip, and he
Was playing against me. Time will right me, Rosso,
In this as in the other. Patience. And what
Of your affairs ...
_Ros._ How mine?
_Man._ Your love affairs.
_Ros._ My love affairs?
_Man._ Ay,—Margaret.
_Ros._ Margaret? 2070
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