Poetical Works of Robert Bridges, Volume 5Bridges, Robert
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Poetical Works of Robert Bridges, Volume 5
Bridges, Robert
English drama; English poetry
_D._ Do you wish
To leave my service?
_F._ I could never serve
Where I am distrusted.
_D._ Would you reconsider
Your angry speech, I would make some concession.
_F._ I had cause for anger.
_D._ That I would concede.
But I too was provoked; and in the end
I came off worst.
_F._ Not so, my lady.
_D._ I sought
To learn your secret, and was merely fooled.
_F._ I understand not how your ladyship
Was first provoked,—at least with me.
_D._ Nay, true: 2610
’Twas a mistake. We need no explanation,
And may be friends again.
_F._ I cannot offer
Her ladyship my services.
_D._ You leave me?
_F._ ’Tis better that I should. I thank your ladyship
For many kindnesses. I pray sincerely
You may be better suited.
_D._ No fear for that,
Frederick: for by my soul I think 2617
There is no other man would so have wronged me
As thou hast done.... My only fault hath been 2619
To have thought too well of thee. But do not dream
I am unprepared. I have seen thro’thee, Frederick;
Yes, thro’and thro’. My offers of concession
I made to prove thee, lest thou shouldst pretend
That I was unforgiving. In the letter
I have writ the Duke, thou bearest the commission
Of thy successor. Henceforth I reject thee:
And treat thee as thou deservest. Go, sir, go!
Indeed, I care not whether you go or not.
_F._ I have then your leave to stay away?
_D._ My leave?
I bid thee go, and never see me more. 2630
I have done with thee, sir. Go!
[_Exit F. bowing._
And that’s the man I loved; the man for whom
I sank to jealousy. Who is’t he loves?
He love! The fool was right: he loves himself.
Now will he bide at Milan. Ah, good sir,
Thy lady is not there, and yet thou goest
Most cheerfully,—thou goest. And it was thou
Didst write soft verses: music too,—thy music.
And I thinking I loved thee was betrayed
A thousand times ... and to be scorned—by thee!
Scorned for another. (_Weeps._) 2641
_Enter St. Nicholas hastily._
_ST. NICHOLAS._
My lady, I pray.
_D._ (_going off_). Nay, sir: I cannot see you.
_N._ But listen a moment. Tristram locked me in the cupboard....
_D._ What is this? I cannot see you.
_N._ But Sir Gregory sent me to entreat an interview at once,—he said
at once.
_D._ Then tell Sir Gregory that I will see him in half
an hour; until that time let no one disturb me on any
account,—not even Sir Gregory. [_Exit._ 2650
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