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
_K._ (_to Dor._). Will she lie?
_Dor._ (_to K._). Trust her.
_D._ Now, Flora, answer.
_Fl._ I am grieved my lady
Should think I could deceive her.
_D._ I did not ask
If you deceived me. Heard you any noise?
Did you see any man?
_Fl._ Not I, my lady.
_Dor._ (_aside to K._). Oh! oh!
_D._ Were you asleep?
_Fl._ I was asleep, my lady.
_D._ Then stand aside.
_Fl._ (_aside to K._). Did she believe me?
_K._ (_to Fl._). Well!
Thou’st got a brazen face!
_Dor._ (_do._). Art thou not shamed?
_D._ Marcela next. Didst thou hear anything?
_MARCELA._
I heard no noise until my lady called. 2231
_D._ Thou wert asleep?
_Mar._ I was asleep, my lady.
_D._ ’Tis strange. Stand thou aside.
_Dor._ (_aside_). Now then for Rose.
_Mar._ (_do._). She really was asleep.
_Fl._ (_do._). Then what shall come?
_D._ Now, Rose, thou’rt left alone. Thy fellow-servants
Have all denied the thing of which some one
At least is guilty. Thee I did not suspect:
But do not fear to tell the truth. Who was it?
Tell me who is thy lover. No tittering there!
Your levity makes you all accomplices,
Ay, every one.
_ROSE._
My lady, I have no lover. 2140
_D._ Tell me who this man was.
_Rose._ I do not know.
I heard no noise till Marcela awoke me.
_D._ Didst thou awake her, Marcela?
_Mar._ Yes, my lady.
She was asleep. Rose always speaks the truth.
It wasn’t Rose.
_D._ You are all then in one plot:
Or shame has made you lie. But never think
To escape. I know the gentleman, and know
He visits one of you: and which it is
I’ll learn to-night: unless perhaps you’ll say 2250
He makes love to you all.
_Mar._ Indeed, my lady,
He is quite a proper man.
_Dor._ And all his courtship
Has been most regular.
_D._ Come, come: confess.
Who is it?
_Fl._ It’s me, my lady. I must confess.
_D._ Flora!
_Fl._ Forgive me, I beg; for I abjure
I never asked him: but, as I often tell him,
He takes such liberties; which, as you know him,
I need not tell your ladyship: and ’tis true
We have been some time engaged.
_D._ Engaged!—to you!
Here’s a fine story!
_R._ (_aside_). She has not said his name. 2259
_Fl._ Indeed, ’tis true, my lady; and I am sure
My lady will pardon me. And since he hath told me
How kind your ladyship hath been to him....
_D._ By heaven, I’ll have you whipped,—whipped!
_Fl._ O, my lady!
_D._ And speak of marriage, you impertinent hussy!
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