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
_Fl._ It was the money which your ladyship gave him,
That made us think of marrying.
_D._ Worse and worse!
To spend my present on my waiting-maid.—
O thy pretension! thy pretension! Think you
He really loves you?
_Fl._ Why not?
_Maids._ Ay, why not? 2270
_D._ What hath he ever said to make you think
He loves you, Flora?
_Fl._ He told me very often,
Before I’d have him....
_D._ Ah!
_Kate._ And that I warrant.
He’s not one of your struck-dumb mumbling sort,
That haven’t a word.
_D._ Silence! And tell me, Flora,
Something he has said.
_Fl._ He calls me his little love,—his duck: 2275
And says a hundred thousand pretty things
As often as we meet.
_D._ A hundred thousand!
His compliments are cheap. Duck, too!
_Fl._ My lady,
’Tis what men say. It does not mean a duck.
_Kate._ ’Tis true, my lady; ’tis a common saying.
_D._ Silence! No one of you dare from this moment
To speak to me. You are all alike disgraced. 2282
And, that you are not more shamed, disgraced the more.
I shall discharge you all.
_Kate._ What! and Rose too!
_D._ To-morrow morning. Bút, Flóra, for you
I cannot think of punishment sufficient.
Merely to have had a lover,—to have concealed it,—
To have even admitted him by night,—were nothing,
Had the affair been....
_Re-enter Sir Gregory up the stairs with Tristram’s hat,
holding it up._
_G._ Found on the stairs,—the intruder’s hat, my lady: 2290
He had thrown it on the lamp to extinguish it,
And thereby is detected.
_R._ (_aside_). Now’s revelation.
_D._ Why,—but whose hat is this?
_Fl._ ’Tis his, my lady.
_R._ Is not this Tristram’s hat?
_D._ (_aside_). Hath he come hither in his servant’s
clothes?
_Fl._ It’s Tristram’s hat.
_K._ At least what’s left of it.
_D._ Came he disguised?
_Fl._ ’Twas thus, my lady. As he ran down the stairs,
I bade him dout the lamp. I did not mean
That he should burn his hat.
_D._ (_aside_). What can this be?
It can’t have been Tristram.—Answer me, Flora:
Was it master Tristram visited you to-night? 2301
_Fl._ Of course, my lady. I’d not deny it.
_D._ (_aside_). I see!
After all, only Tristram.—Came he alone?
Answer me at once.
_Fl._ I am much ashamed, my lady,
He came alone. And yet, my lady, I swear
I never bade him; nor asked him, for that matter.
I heard his step, and found him waiting there
By the big clock. How he came in I know not.
_D._ Enough: I shall discover. All leave but Flora.
[_Exeunt maids except Fl._
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