The Surrender of Calais: A Play, in Three ActsColman, George
History
The Surrender of Calais: A Play, in Three Acts
Colman, George
Calais (France) -- History -- Siege, 1346-1347 -- Drama
_2 Cit._ N'importe; we are happy to-day; c'est assez pour un François.
_La Gloire._ [_Aside, to EUSTACHE._] But, father, cheer up! Mum! If,
after the distribution, an odd sly barrel of mine--you take me--rammed
down with good powdered beef, that will stand the working of half a
dozen pair of jaws for a month, should be found in an odd corner of my
father's house, why--hum!
_Eust._ Base cur! insult me!--But I pardon thee;
Thou dost mean kindly. Know thy father better.
Though these be sorry knaves, I scorn to wrong them
I love my country, boy. Ungraced by fortune,
I dare aspire to the proud name of patriot.
If any bear that title to misuse it,--
Decking their devilships in angel seeming,
To glut their own particular appetites;--
If any, 'midst a people's misery,
Feed fat, by filching from the public good,
Which they profess is nearest to their hearts;
The curses of their country; or, what's sharper,
The curse of guilty conscience follow them!
The suffering's general; general be the benefit.
We'll share alike. You'll find me, boy, at home.
[_Exit._
_La Gloire._ There he goes! full of sour goodness, like a fine lemon.
He's as trusty a crusty citizen, and as goodnatured an ill tempered old
fellow, as any in France: and, though I say it, that shouldn't say
it--I am his son.----But, now, neighbours, for provision.
_3 Cit._ Ay, marry! we would fain fall to.
_La Gloire._ I doubt it not, good hungry neighbours: you'll all
remember me for this succour, I warrant.
_All._ Toujours; always.
_La Gloire._ See now what it is to bind one's country to one, by doing
it a service. Good souls, they are running over with gratitude--[_Walks
about, CITIZENS following._]--I could cluck them all round the town after
my tail, like an old hen with a brood of chickens. Now will I be carried
in triumph to my father's: and ye may e'en set about it now--[_Two stout
CITIZENS take LA GLOIRE on their Shoulders._]--now, while the provisions
are sharing at the Governor's house.
[_CITIZENS let him fall._
_All._ Sharing provisions! Allons! vite!--away! away!
[_Exeunt CITIZENS hastily._
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