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._ Ah me!
_Pal._ What means this insult?
_Bl._ Forward, fellows.
Take ye the lady to the cell I shewed,
And bind her arms.
_Pal._ Who dares?
_Bl._ Fool, stand aside! 2520
Seest thou my sword?
_Pal._ Ho! villain, die! } _Palicio springs on
} Blasco suddenly, and
_Bl._ God! I am slain. [_Falls._ } stabs him with dagger in
} his left. Seizing Blasco’s
_Pal._ And thou, } sword in his right, which
Thinking to find me here unarmed, go thou! } he has disengaged from
} the sling, he kills
_Soldier._ Ah! } another with that; and
} when the rest fly is
[_Dies ... the rest fly._ } left standing with a
} bloody weapon in each
_Pal._ Two are escaped. } hand._
_Mar._ And one was Livio.
_Pal._ What means this damnable design?
_Mar._ Giovanni,
I see, I know. Fly now—take thou the sword.
Give me the dagger. Follow. I know the way.
There will be none to stay thee. If there be, 2528
Serve them as Blasco. Come, come; follow quickly.
[_Exit._
_Pal._ (_following_). Margaret, Margaret. [_Exit._
SCENE · 2
_Room in the Palace. MANUEL, disguised as priest, meeting ROSSO._
_ROSSO._
In good time, Manuel: welcome. All is well.
_MANUEL._
Thank God. And doth she know?
_Ros._ Ay, thou shalt hear.
’Twas Margaret’s doing: all night long she sat
By Constance’ bed, and there with gentlest presence
And soft accustomed voice most gradually
She soothed and won the wandering spirit back.
But, oh, the sweetest skill!—she, as she saw
Constance take note of her, made no discovery,
But spoke of thee and all things else, as if
There never had been change: and that so well, 2540
That Constance, who lay gazing on the wall,
And questioning of her error, whence it grew,
Soon laid it on herself, and by and by
Told Margaret of her dream, and asked how long
She had lain so sick in bed; nor ever learned
How real had her woe been, till she knew
That all was over.
_Man._ I thank God,—and thee,
Rosso, thee too. Margaret has had some cause
To blame herself,—to have helped in the repair
Will ease her heart of much. May I see Constance?
_Ros._ At once. But come prepared to find her weak. 2551
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