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
_N._ I will confess it: that was my pursuit.
_F._ True to thy beeship, thy belated beeship.
_N._ Sir!
_R._ I am sure our friend means no offence.
The happy expressions of true genius
Stick in the memory.
_F._ Yes, sir, it stuck fast, 1750
The Sphinx’s tear was somewhat sticky too.
Thou didst not spare us; we were put to shame.
_N._ Is that a reason, sir, before this stranger
To mock me? I can appreciate ridicule
Prompted by envy at its proper worth.
Affecting to find fault with my expressions!
Good morning, gentlemen. [_Exit._
_R._ You poets treat each other vilely.
_F._ Now, Richard. 1759
_R._ My scheme is this: I have written to my servants;
They will receive you. Leave to-morrow night,
And you will find all ready: You shall have 1761
Such a reception and fair bridal trim,
And high festivities as shall dress out
The hasty manner of your coming.
_F._ But first,
How shall I make my escape? I am watched, suspected.
_R._ I can arrange that too. By my behaviour
And letter to the Countess I have contrived
To win her trust. First I shall praise her scheme
Of sending you to Milan, and then persuade her
To send you again. You must hit on a plan 1771
How to convey your lady to the carriage,
And all is done.
_F._ What shall I do with Tristram?
_R._ Leave him to me: my purse will settle him.
_F._ ’Tis excellently schemed; but if Diana
Press me to tell how I obtained the letter,
What can I say?
_R._ She is easily put off:
That question does not touch her. Any tale
Will serve.
_F._ Yet, Richard, what so generously
You do for me must ruin you with her. 1780
Is’t possible you are cured!
_R._ No, no: mistake not!
I am more and more in love: and see my way
By certain steps: and first to get thee married.
Her love for thee is a romance, which I
Can shift upon myself when thou art gone.
And that she loves thee, thee the worthiest,
Dearest and nearest of my earliest friends,
Is no impediment. Is’t not half way
To loving me? ’Tis happy for me, Frederick,
Thou hast not seen her worth.
_F._ And I half question 1790
Whether ’tis not my duty as friend of both
To close with her and save you.
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