ACT V.

To S. PHELPS, ESQ.

MY DEAR SIR,

I dedicate this Play to you; not under the idea that it has merit to

make a dedication of any value, but because your ready acceptance of

it, your many important hints for adapting it to the Stage, and the

truly kind manner in which you recommended it to Mrs. Warner--your

greatly gifted managerial partner--render it, such as it is, peculiarly

your own. To your joint unremitting care, and liberal disregard

of expenditure, in its production, as well as to your respective

performance of two most inadequate parts, your audience and the press

have already paid a tribute which leaves me no comment to offer. I can

only say, that to them and to you, and to every performer concerned, I

feel a debt which I am proud to acknowledge, and not likely to forget.

With the certain assurance that many a better writer will have to

address you in the same spirit, believe me, my dear Sir,

Very faithfully your’s,

ROBERT SULIVAN.

_York Terrace, Regent’s Park._

MAY 27TH, 1845.

DRAMATIS PERSONÆ.

_Henry IV_ MR. PHELPS.

_Marquis de Rosny_ MR. H. MARSTON.

_Le Seigneur de Fresne_ MR. G. BENNETT.

_Victor_ MR. S. BUCKINGHAM.

_Du Front_ MR. MORTON.

_La Plume_ MR. H. MELLON.

_Maignan_ MR. SCHARFE.

_A Page_ MISS STEPHENS.

_A Lackey_

_Vauteur_ } { MR. KNIGHT.

_Bravache_ } Bravos { MR. GRAHAM.

_Poignard_ } { MR. C. FENTON.

_Attendants of de Fresne, Soldiers, Servants, Bravos._

_Katherine de Villequier_ MISS COOPER.

_Madame Chateaupers_ MRS. WARNER.

_Scene_--FRANCE. In the Town of Mante.

ACT I.

SCENE I.--_The apartment of the_ MARQUIS DE ROSNY, _in the town of

Mante.--The_ MARQUIS _pacing to and fro, apparently suffering from

recent wounds._--MAIGNAN _at a table, with writing materials, waiting

for the_ MARQUIS _to dictate_.

_Marq._ Where was I, Maignan? Why do you not remind me?

_Maig._ I beg pardon, my lord--I repeated that last sentence so often

that, to say the truth, it made me a little drowsy.

_Marq._ I would I could impress thee with a due sense of thy

distinction! Dost thou remember from what I promoted thee?

_Maig._ Aye, sir--I was a busy nondescript, something between your

lackey and your squire, and ought now to be enjoying a comfortable

sinecure, for you have scarce a whole bone, or a half shirt, to need me

in either capacity.

_Marq._ The wars have been hard upon us, I grant; but I wish I could

elevate thee above the use of such undignified expressions as whole

bones and half shirts! What signifies a wardrobe when we are clad in

glory? Remember thou art now my secretary! The amanuensis of Maximilian

de Bethune, Marquis de Rosny, and prime minister to his majesty, King

Henry of France and Navarre--I tell thee, Maignan, posterity will

consider thee a great man.

_Maig._ It is hard to consider _ourselves_ so, when we have nothing but

our title to greatness. It is only for such as you and our noble King

Henry to entertain a true value for the sublimity of naked glory, and

I confess that--though we have a hundred times beaten our enemies--our

exploits are written upon our backs in characters which make one

ashamed to walk the streets.

_Marq._ Would’st thou lose thy patience just where our trials end? This

last battle--the glorious day of Ivri, has removed the last obstacle to

our success, and for once, I regret my wounds. The king will win his

capital without me.

_Maig._ He’ll never reach it, sir.

_Marq._ Never reach Paris?

_Maig._ No, my lord, I think not.

_Marq._ Thou hast a rare conceit! And now thy reason?

_Maig._ There is one terrible foe that stares him in the face still.

_Marq._ And that foe?

_Maig._ Is famine!--

_Marq._ Has famine played the traitor with us? At Ivri, it fought

on our side. It whispered to our soldiers that victory would feed

them, and they rushed to blood like famished wolves in winter. Poor

tatterdemalions of a hundred battles! They would have gained against a

well fed world! Aye, and devoured it afterwards.

_Maig._ They gained, sir--’tis not a month ago--and now behold the

conqueror’s despatch, dated last week [_takes a letter from the table

and reads_]. “I am close to my enemies, and have scarce a charger to

mount, or a suit of armour to my back--I have neither clothing nor

food, and for the last two days have existed at the cost of others.” If

this is the plight of the king, the army, instead of marching through

their foes to Paris, will scarce make head against the carrion crows.

_Marq._ By my conscience, thou art a politician! And the victory at

Ivri then is something worse than nothing?

_Maig._ Not quite, my lord. It gained us questionable refuge in this

more false than faithful town of Mante, and provided consolation for

your wounds in the sympathy of madam--

_Marq._ Tush, man, tush! Dost thou suppose the soldier in such a cause,

and the confidential minister of the great King Henry, can find leisure

to dream of such vanities? Come, take thy pen and write--

_Maig._ An answer, sir, to the note of enquiry from Madam Chateaupers?

_Marq._ No, sir, a continuation of the memoirs of the Marquis de Rosny,

who, when the king obtains his rights, shall be the Duc de Sully.

_Maig._ I hope, sir, I may live to congratulate you!

_Marq._ To business! Where did we leave off?

_Maig._ In the midst of this hopeful battle of Ivri, and the last

sentence is a fair sample of our fortunes--past and to come--your horse

has been wounded three times; besides which, you have received a shot

in your hand, and lost the calf of your leg--[_reads_]. “A pistol ball

entered my hip, and at the next charge I received another in my thigh

and a cut in the head.”--Don’t you think, my lord, you have had almost

enough of Ivri?

_Marq._ Attend, attend! [_dictates_]. “I should infallibly have

perished if my squire had not hastened to my assistance and brought

me another horse, which fidelity drew down many shots upon the brave

Maignan, and had like to cost him his life.” There’s an end of that

paragraph--what think’st thou of it?

_Maig._ Indeed, sir, your memoirs are becoming very interesting.

[_A loud knocking is heard_--MAIGNAN _rises_.

_Marq._ What knocking is this? [_knocking continued_]. How! so

impatient! ’Tis surely some express from the king! My new dukedom to my

old doublet, he has entered Paris!

_Maig._ And my new place in history to my old one in the kitchen, not

so!

[_The doors at the back of the scene are thrown open

and the_ KING _enters, in haste and disorder, as if

from a long and rapid journey_.

_Marq._ The king!

_Maig._ The king!

_Hen._ How dost thou, Rosny?

_Marq._ Sire!

_Hen._ Art thou afraid of me? ’Tis flesh and blood.

Give us thine hand--what, stricken into stone?

_Marq._ Our lives are somewhat used to strange surprises,

But never was I stone indeed till now.

Your majesty has surely conquered Paris,

And graciously is pleased to bring the news

In person? Maignan, see that no one enters.

_Maig._ [_aside_]. I thought as much. [_Exit._

_Marq._ Good heaven, my royal master!

What new misfortune?

_Hen._ Would it _were_ a new one!

’Tis one I’m too much used to--well, but first

How dost thou, man? I saw thee t’other day

With such a world of cracks upon thy crown

I feared I ne’er should hear thee scold again!

How dost thou, hey?

_Marq._ Sire, have you entered Paris?

_Hen._ No, sire, I’ve not.

_Marq._ Not after Ivri? not?

Not when your march was unopposed? Not when

Your enemy, the plethoric Maienne,

Who spent more time in feasts than you in bed,

Was scared till he found fleetness to outrun you?

I see, I see it all! No new disaster?

Worst luck for France, your majesty says true!

_Hen._ Why there now, Rosny, thou art off again

In thy tirades before thou’st heard me speak!

_Marq._ I care not, sire, what you may do with me--

It is my duty to speak truth--I would

Your ears were more familiar to’t! There is

No good pretext why you are not in Paris.

Fate gifted you beyond your royalty

With qualities to govern men and heroes,

And in the fairest epochs of your life,

You give your fortunes to the rule of women!

I know full well that nothing could arrest

Your march of victory but the fell dream

Of fascinations left behind in Mante.

_Hen._ Now, old acquaintance, what a pother’s this!

Be pacified, and bridle, if thou can’st,

Thy passion for that lengthy tongue of thine!

Be pacified, I say! Whate’er she _was_

At other times, woman is blameless _now_,

I swear to thee!

_Marq._ You’ve sworn it oft before.

_Hen._ And lied, I grant. But, for this once, believe me.

Did’st get my letters, man, wherein I spoke

Of my distress for money?

_Marq._ Sire, I did.

_Hen._ And why not stir thy battered stumps to send it?

_Marq._ You charged with your finance the Lord de Fresne--

All I could do I did. I hewed my woods

At Rosny; sold my cattle, and wrought gold

From everything I had that could procure it.

_Hen._ I know it, Rosny--’twas not that I meant--

Thou’st given thy blood too oft to grudge thy goods.

The fault is that thou did’st not squeeze de Fresne

Till he disgorged my pilfered revenues--

Not claim them with a rope about his neck!

_Marq._ He was your majesty’s own ’special choice--

I spoke my thoughts, and, for amends, you made him

The governor of Paris--when you take it--

How could I dare to hang a personage

Of such rare merit?

_Hen._ ’Sdeath I know him now!

No sooner are my prospects promising

Than he withholds the breeze that’s wafting me;

Stops my supplies; laments our bare exchequer;

And drives our troops from famine to rebellion.

Our mercenary Swiss, upon the moment

Our fates depended on despatch, refused

To march another step without their pay.

The discontent flew like a pestilence;

And there they stand--grim, gaunt, and ominous,

Choosing their time to join our enemies!

Now. Rosny, see--thou hast reproached me falsely.

_Marq._ [_in consternation_]. Is’t come to this? [_then

observing the King’s feeble state, and speaking with great

feeling_].

You are o’er laboured, sire,

And faint with hunger!

_Hen._ No--I hunger not.

I am past hunger--weary, Rosny, weary!

Come, help me to thine old camp bed--Thine arm--

Thine arm--no, not on that side--there’s a gash

I got in coming to thy help at Ivri--

’Sdeath, I am aching, that’s the truth of it,

And so art thou--thou move’st like thy grandam,

Stalking a minuet! Ha! ha! so! gently!

_Marq._ Sleep, sire, I pray you sleep; and I meanwhile

Will counsel with myself.

_Hen._ I say ’tis useless.

When nothing’s left, there’s nought to think about--

They who have done their duty honestly

Need ne’er repine. For _my_ part, having paid

My country some few drops of blood, I’m happy

Altho’ a loser.

_Marq._ [_aside_]. Is he light of heart

Or head? Fatigue hath fevered him!

_Hen._ Thou too!

Thy spirit should not sink. Thou should’st be proud

In thy torn doublet as a moulting peacock!

And feel all thou _could’st_ do thou hast done--

The smiles and frowns of fortune are like those

Of other mistresses, ne’er gained or softened

By lamentation.

_Marq._ [_aside_]. He doth wring my heart!

Sleep, sire,--I’ll hear no more--I will despatch

A messenger forthwith to my estate

And bid my agent raise me the last crown. [_Exit._

_Hen._ Had ever man two friends like honest Rosny?

_Re-enter_ MAIGNAN.

_Maig._ Sire, here’s a lady, closely veiled and cloaked,

Craves leave to see your majesty.

_Hen._ A lady? [_rises_].

An old or a young one?

_Maig._ By her voice

And step, I should believe a young one.

_Hen._ Aye!

I ne’er deny an audience to my subjects--

Admit her instantly. [_Exit_ MAIG.

Methinks I’m not

So drowsy as I was. I wonder where

Friend Rosny is?

_Re-enter_ MAIGNAN, _who introduces_ KATHERINE

_in disguise, and Exit_.

Fair maiden--for I guess

That thou art young and fair--will’t please thee cast

Thy veil aside, and let me see to whom

I owe thus much?

_Kath._ My liege, I had disguised

Both name and person, but that I believe

They will bespeak attention to my words--

My name is Katherine de Villequier.

_Hen._ De Villequier? That surely was the name

Of the unfortunate who gave her hand

To rogue de Fresne--my villain superintendent.

_Kath._ I am her niece, and being so, worst fortune!

Am also his. [_she unveils_].

_Hen._ His niece! She’s so unlike

The workmanship of earth, I could believe

’Tis not the earth I tread upon! His niece!

_Kath._ And therefore greatly peril’d by this errand,

With which, my liege, I could entrust no other.

Is any one beyond this house, informed

Your Majesty has entered Mante?

_Hen._ Not one.

Why dost thou ask me, beauteous Katherine?

_Kath._ Sire, you must fly!

_Hen._ And wherefore should I fly

That have no place to fly to? If my course

Must end, I’ll end it with a glimpse of Heaven,

And where a voice like thine may say, “God bless thee!”

_Kath._ It must not be. To prove I talk not lightly,

I can repeat whate’er of late hath chanced you.

Your hardships, your despair, your troops’ desertion--

All evil tidings have been richly paid for,

And treasured by your faithless superintendent.

The profligate has wronged you till he feels

His interest unites him with your foes--

He hath bought o’er the citizens of Mante

With your own gold, and laid a deadly plot

(Anticipating your compulsion hither,

As a last home), to close the gates on you,

And send you fettered to your enemies!

_Hen._ Aye! even so?

_Kath._ He knows not you are come;

But hourly hath expected you.

_Hen._ He knows not?

Then how did’st thou, fair Katherine?

_Kath._ My liege,

I have a chamber that o’erlooks the gate

T’ward Paris; there have I maintained my watch

Unceasingly, to scrutinize each stranger--

Believing that the form my fancy drew

Might teach me to distinguish you--’twas true!

Reward me, sire, by flying hence, this hour--

This hour, or you are lost!

_Hen._ Thou dost surprise me!

Not that such things should be, but that thy years,

Thy sex, and most, thy beauty, gave them heed.

_Kath._ There’s matter for your thoughts more pressing, sire,

I come to warn you--must I come in vain?

_Hen._ How could’st thou learn what thou hast warned me of?

_Kath._ The secrets, sire, of vaunting cowardice,

And drunken folly, have no mystery.

I’ve dwelt amongst them, and am neither deaf

Nor blind.

_Hen._ Blind I’ll be sworn thou’rt not--heaven send

Thou art not deaf. Thou sayest the time is pressing--

’Tis my excuse for pressing of the time--

Thou see’st me here a lone, abandoned, soldier--

My crown a shadow--all my powers usurped--

How hath thy loyalty survived my claim to’t?

_Kath._ What I may think or feel is little worth--

I ne’er examined if my heart were loyal,

And never thought upon your crown or state.

Take but my warning, sire--my prayer to fly--

And I will tell you they are breathed because--

_Hen._ Of what? Of what?

_Kath._ Because you are the hero,

Henry de Bourbon!

[_Re-enter the_ MARQUIS, _who stands in astonishment_].

_Marq._ May I trust my sight!

When I believed him fainting--almost dead!

Woman again! Now grant me patience, Heaven!

How came she here?

_Hen._ Rosny, have done--have done--

It is an angel dropped from paradise

To warn me of a danger that escaped

E’en thee--behold again--

_Marq._ Madam, forgive me!

I know you for a model of all worth;

And that you had not come without good cause.

_Kath._ I came, my lord, to warn the king away,

Ere it be known that he hath ventured here--

Aid me, enforce it--save him! Sire farewell--

My errand’s done--heaven guard your majesty. [_Exit._

_Marq._ No, my liege, no! You shall not follow her!

Incorrigible! Would you have them seek her?

_Hen._ I care not--let them seek!

_Marq._ [_he detains the king_]. ’Tis madness! madness!

_Hen._ Ha, that curs’d cut! Thou art the better man,

Good grandam! Fye, to let mine enemies

Give thee a vantage! Thou, or else those eyes--

Something has pierced me--all my strength is gone;

And if thou’rt bent on scolding, I must e’en

Lie down and listen. [_falls on the bed._]

_Marq._ Sire, I thank the chance,

However sent, that gives your ear to reason;

And will make bold to lay before you all

The follies that have caused your mis-adventures.

_Hen._ Nay, nay, in pity!

_Marq._ Pray you, sire, lie still,

We ne’er shall find a moment more convenient--

_Hen._ ’Sdeath!

_Marq._ Do you listen, sire? I speak of woman--

_Hen._ Well, well,--go on--

_Marq._ Of woman, sire--of woman! I would recal to

your majesty how many times this fatal devotion to

her smile has lost you the crown of France. The sums

which you have been pleased to squander upon it, would

not only have sufficed to feed your army, but to buy over

those of your enemies. Nay, the noble character which

you have tarnished by this weakness would in itself have

been enough to intimidate, if not to win them. The time,

sire, which I hoped never to see, is come at last, when I

must either obtain your royal promise of amendment or

tender my respectful resignation. Sire, will your majesty

be pleased to take horse and quit this town before you are

discovered in it? I see my eloquence is lost--Eh? How!

as I am a mortal man, he is fast asleep! Dreaming of his

new beauty! This is past endurance! [_calls_]. Maignan!

Where art thou? I am angry with myself--yes, angry,

that my heart is weak enough to forgive him still--I cannot

help it. I think I can perceive the means of putting

him once more on fortune’s track--I am a fool--no matter,

we have grown up from boys together--encountered chances

that have been strange as the friendship of two such

opposites--and gone too long together to separate upon our

journey--

_Re-enter_ MAIGNAN.

Do thou keep watch on him--I will return ere long.

_Maig._ Where shall I find you, sir, if you be wanted?

_Marq._ Hark, in thine ear--at Madam Chateaupers’!

[_Exit._

_Hen._ [raising his head].

At madam who’s? Rosny gone courting!

_Maig._ Sire,

I’ll tell my lord your majesty has wakened--

_Hen._ No, no, not so! Not for thine ears! Dost think

I slept, or ever shall find sleep again,

Till thou hast brought me to that sorceress

That stole’t away from me? Hark ye--would’st thrive?

Hast thou ambition for the spur and banner?

Soul for a cavalier? Watch Rosny forth--

Bear me three words of fire to Katherine--

I’ll make thee knight of the burning billet! Fly!

[_Exit_ MAIGNAN--_the_ KING _sits down to write_.

END OF THE FIRST ACT.

ACT II.

SCENE I.--_An apartment in the house of_ MADAM CHATEAUPERS.--MADAM

_at a work table_.--PAGE _attending_.

_Mad._ Thou art a saucy boy! Thy father was a gentleman, so, thinking

thee too good for everything, I have made thee good for nothing. I

thought the marquis had left Mante a month ago.

_Page._ It was only yesterday you wrote to enquire after him,

madam--[_aside_]. I understand--the note has not been answered.

_Mad._ Did I? I had forgotten. He was surprised, no doubt?

_Page._ I did not see him. I thought he might at least have been civil

enough to enquire for your health, madam.

_Mad._ Poor man! ’Tis said he is writing his memoirs, if they prove as

heavy as his company, Heaven help his readers!

_Page._ [_aside_]. So! She would have me contradict her! [_aloud_]. I

always thought so, madam.

_Mad._ Sirrah, indeed! Woulds’t thou slander him because he can

perceive no more wit in thine imp’s tricks than should be whipped out

of thee?

_Page._ It needs some wit to perceive wit, and so I hold the marquis

excused--

_Mad._ And yet the king hath chosen him from many wits to be his prime

counsellor--

_Page._ That was because he thought the little wit he possessed would

not be obscured by his feeling.

_Mad._ Hath he not feeling, then? He hath not grudged to shed his

blood, and lavish on his friend whate’er he had.

_Page._ The more shame for him, madam; for it proves his want of

honesty to his creditors--

_Mad._ By which want he sets them the example of a nobler

virtue--devotion to his king and country.

_Page._ Well, madam, then we’ll grant him wit, feeling, and virtue. If

he does me no good turn, after having obtained all this for him--the

next time I’ll _praise_ him.

_Mad._ Malapert, I’ve spoilt thee!

_Page._ Then, whilst he obtains the profit of all the wit he would have

whipped out of me, I’ll go, and mend--madam, here comes the marquis.

[_introduces_ MARQUIS _and exit_.

_Mad._ The marquis! [_aside_]. Alas, his wounds!

_Marq._ Madam! [_bowing with ceremony_].

_Mad._ Oh, sir, most welcome from the field of Ivri! I fear you have

much forestalled your powers in doing me this grace.

_Marq._ Madam, the powers which are weak in our own service, possess a

charmed existence in the king’s.

_Mad._ [_disconcerted_]. Is it to the king’s service that I owe this

visit? My lord, I am proud to be of his majesty’s cabinet council.

_Marq._ Hem! [_aside_]. perhaps the step were not so difficult. Permit

me madam [_is going to hand chairs--she prevents him_].

_Mad._ No, my lord, no! Your wounds, I pray you! [_They sit_].

_Marq._ The king is almost ruined!

_Mad._ Ah! do not say so! [_aside_]. I wish I did not tremble so?

_Marq._ Almost ruined, madam, from want of means to follow up his

victories--his superintendent of finance has robbed him of his

revenues--the estates of Rosny have scarcely another stick to sell, and

our cause has become too desperate to afford a hope of borrowing.

_Mad._ Alas, that I had wealth to make such a hope needless!

_Marq._ ’Tis to that, madam, I am coming, ’tis said your late lamented

husband had the happiness of leaving you provided in a manner suitable

to your virtues.

_Mad._ Alas! alas!

_Marq._ [_aside_]. Am I deceived in her? Will not her loyalty stand the

test?

_Mad._ Would I could aid the king to march triumphant, tho’ I beheld it

barefoot! Look, sire, the riches of these walls--with all the state,

so much o’ermeasured to my wants--are gone. Yet, think not I regret

them--no, only in this; that they are no longer at your service.

_Marq._ Gone, madam, I am amazed!

_Mad._ Think not I have squandered them. No! They have purchased me

both pride and happiness!

_Marq._ Madam, I am rejoiced you have made such envied purchases in

so short a time. Forgive me if, when I was last in Mante--a few days

previous to the battle of Ivri--I deemed these feelings inseparable

from the cause of the King--

_Mad._ And so, my lord, they were.

_Marq._ Here is some meaning hidden from me. Ha! Gods! you change

colour, madam! Can it be? have I solved a mystery? have I found a

miracle?

_Mad._ Not so, unless it be a miracle to follow your example.

_Marq._ Hark you, madam, listen. In that long night before the battle

of Ivri, as I lay upon the cold earth, revolving in my mind the

fortunes of the morrow--the many chances of desertion by our unpaid,

starving soldiers, thinking how gladly I would purchase them but one

day’s pay with the last drop in my chilled and wounded body--in that

moment when I foresaw our good cause lost, our noble Henry sacrificed

to the malice of his foes--

_Mad._ Thank heaven, your fate was better!

_Marq._ In that moment was conveyed to me--I never learnt from

whom--the blessing I despaired of--_treasure_, madam, _treasure_, so

abundant,--it more than answered our necessities! The fight was gained,

but by _whose_ hands? These naked walls are witnesses! By _yours_! yes,

_yours_!

_Mad._ My lord, I beseech you name it not.

_Marq._ Oh, woman, woman! Henry I forgive thee! for thy devotion to her

power is wisdom! If the king obtains his crown, it is to _you_ he owes

it; and ’tis my business now to talk of the security for that which

purchased it.

_Mad._ I never heard _you_ took security.

_Marq._ It was not needful--what I had was his.

_Mad._ And why not mine the same?

_Marq._ [_aside_]. ’Tis well he does not hear as much. [_rather

uneasy_]. Beseech you, madam, did you ever see his majesty?

_Mad._ Often--in your description, never elsewhere.

_Marq._ Then, am I bound the more to see you well secured. If it

please you, we will now discuss the nature--the nature of the said

security. In short the moveables of Rosny, and some other of my poor

estates, have been disposed of long ago--the jewels of our family are

scattered in the four quarters of the globe, and I can scarce replace

my wounded charger that’s aching with the balls and blades of Ivri.

But, madam, the lands of Rosny, though bare, are wide, and if they

cannot furnish what we _want_, they can provide good interest for what

we have had.

_Mad._ My lord, I implore you--

_Marq._ But this is not sufficient. The question now is the repayment

of the principal, and it so chances, happily or otherwise, as you

may please to determine, my lands cannot, with warranty of law, be

alienated from the name of Rosny.

_Mad._ [_aside_]. Did I hear aright [_aloud_]. Indeed, sir, I do not

exactly--understand you.

_Marq._ It is easy madam--that is to say--it is very difficult--very

embarrassing.--In short, madam, my time has been so devoted to the

state that I have not the eloquence--the--

_Mad._ If you would say, my lord, that you are not like those whose

lives have been less valuable to the world, it is true; and not such

loss to you as you consider it.

_Marq._ I thank you, madam, for your opinion, and will resume--touching

this same bar to the conveyance of the lands of Rosny beyond the

family, and how I would propose conveying them to _you_, whom--as

yet--we have not the pride of--of numbering in our house. In fact, to

be explanatory--I will make bold to throw the window open.

_Maig._ [_without_]. Is my lord here?

_Mad._ [_aside_]. Heaven’s, here is some one coming!

_Marq._ [_aside_]. Unfortunate intrusion! After working to such a

point, all to begin again!

_Enter_ MAIGNAN _hastily_.

_Marq._ Maignan! What folly brings thee here?

_Maig._ No folly of mine, my lord, whatever it may be of other

folks. It is just as I expected! This ma’amselle Katherine from the

superintendent’s--

_Marq._ A--hem--[_aside to_ MAIGNAN]. Hush, hush good knave!

_Mad._ [_aside_]. Ma’amselle Katherine!

_Marq._ [_apart to_ MAIGNAN--MADAM _regarding them with suspicion and

alarm_]. I see it! Thou hast tidings of the king, but we must hide our

master’s faults even here.

_Maig._ They will be published widely enough presently! You imagine you

left him sleeping, my lord, but no sooner were you gone than he began

to rave of ma’amselle Katherine--wrote her a note to implore a meeting

in the superintendent’s garden, and charged me to deliver it. Not

daring either to refuse or to obey, I gave it to another messenger, and

hastened to apprise you.

_Marq._ Gods, thou should’st have brought it here! Is he mad? In the

superintendent’s garden! Hark ye--hark ye--[_they converse apart_].

_Mad._ [_apart_]. Is not this strange? Did I mistake him? He did not

quite say marriage; but ’twas a riddle to which there was no other

answer--and the next moment--could any one believe it of a person so

demure!--he flies into desperation at some news of ma’amselle Katherine

at the superintendent’s--

_Marq._ [_apart_]. By all that’s true, he is not worthy to have so

faithful a servant! At such a time too! He wearies me! He wears me out.

_Mad._ One of us two has certainly turned his head, and though I care

not which it be, there is no harm in knowing.

_Marq._ [_apart to MAIGNAN_]. Fly, knave, and take thy stand near

the superintendent’s garden, observe what presses, whilst I halt after

thee.

_Maig._ My lord, if I might advise [_apart to_ MARQUIS].

_Marq._ [_to_ MAIGNAN]. I tell thee I must see this fatal beauty,

though it cost my life--away with thee.

_Maig._ [_to_ MARQUIS]. Well, my lord, remember what I have foretold.

[_Exit._

_Mad._ [_repeating apart_]. This fatal beauty, though it cost my life.

_Marq._ [_coming towards her_]. Madam, a sudden service of the king’s.

_Mad._ Of the king, my lord?

_Marq._ A most unlooked for duty which will admit of no delay--

_Mad._ Oh, sir, neglect it not, I beseech you!

_Marq._ Allow me to add, madam, a duty most unseasonable. But we shall

meet again--

_Mad._ Doubtless, my lord--

_Marq._ Our interview has not the termination I looked for, madam.

_Mad._ A very unexpected one, I dare say, my lord.

_Marq._ [_bowing profoundly and backing off the scene_]. Madam, your

most--

_Mad._ [_curtseying, and backing to the other side_]. My lord your

most--

_Marq._ Unchangeable--

_Mad._ Devoted--

_Marq._ [_turning and hurrying off_]. By heaven, too bad! Too bad!

[_Exit._

_Mad._ Sirrah! Where art thou? Quick.

_Re-enter_ PAGE.

If thou would’st play a spite upon the marquis to make us laughter,

fly--dodge him to the superintendent’s. Find what he does--I promise

thee brave sport!

_Page._ Aye, madam, that will I. [_aside_]. He has not been heavy this

time. [_Exit._

_Mad._ [_troubled_]. What does he mean? Can one so famed for truth

be, after all, no better than a base hypocrite? I know not whether

to believe or doubt. Her uncle’s house is open nightly to all

comers--I am a visit in her debt--what if I go and see what’s passing

there--[_going, stops_].--I feel I am a little flurried--I may betray

too much--and yet the boy can bring me nothing, and I may never

have another occasion to be satisfied--I care not what they say or

think--I’ll penetrate this mystery--I’ll go. [_Exit._

SCENE II.--_The Superintendent’s Garden.--A wall in the back

ground.--Twilight._

_Enter_ VICTOR _and_ KATHERINE.

_Vict._ I’ve placed the sentinels. The superintendent

Is busy at his night’s carouse, and now

My task is over.

_Kath._ Hateful task, I know--

And but for me, dear Victor, and thy wish

To watch beside me in this time of peril,

Thou might’st have followed the brave king to glory.

May we not learn to hate whom most we love,

When our love serves them with a hateful duty?

_Vict._ If you perceive such hazard, end it quickly,

And let us fly this place.

_Kath._ Have patience, yet--

If I consented, whither should we fly?

Where is our refuge? Victor, what has made thee

So much more earnest with me?

_Vict._ Be content--

The dangers in our way must not be thought on--

Our worst is in delay--

_Kath._ What worse than common

Is in this moment?

_Vict._ Do not question me,

We’ll speak of it hereafter. I have asked

A proof of all that love, so often vowed.

Wilt thou deny me? I have friends, I tell thee,

In a remote and unsuspected province,

Where they will shelter thee till better times--

Wilt thou consult my peace? Wilt thou depart?

_Kath._ Victor, thou’rt wild! Depart, and leave mine uncle

A show of reason for his doubts of thee?

Depart, and give my name to calumny,

Not daring to take thine in place of it?

Shame a proud house as its first fugitive!

Consider what thou art asking. If there’s peril,

’Tis only in these secret interviews.

There’s none for us apart.

_Vict._ Apart!

_Kath._ Thou hast

Anticipated better times. Till then--

Only till then--do’st think I’ll love thee less

Because we meet not?

_Vict._ Haply I should not,

If thou did’st meet _no other_--

_Kath._ Meet no other?

_Vict._ Before I made this suit, I knew my answer.

_Kath._ What mystery is this? I saw at first

Thou wert not like thyself--other? what other?

_Vict._ Mine eyes have ne’er been off thee, Katherine,--

The world had nothing else to claim their homage;

And still, the more I saw, the prouder seemed

My fortune! Haply, it was fit such hopes--

Presumptuous hopes--should be rebuked! ’Twas sudden--

Bold--independent--as became thy spirit!

Just as it _should_ be! Thou’st been forth to day--

Alone, disguised, fearful, suspicious! Whither?

_Kath._ Thou’st lost thy senses, Victor, or would’st see

That, bearing this, I merit not these doubts.--

Thou dost me wrong--but I forgive thee.

_Vict._ Whither?

_Kath._ Do I then seem so slight of character

I cannot pass one chance to prove unworthy?

Were thy suspicions just, why should I strive

To blind thee? I can see no cause to prize

Thy love, except that I have given thee mine--

Think on’t for both our sakes--we’ll meet to-morrow,

When thou’rt more calm. Hush! hark! I heard a step.

I will not leave thee till we talk more fully--

Prithee stand by--

_Vict._ What step would venture here?

Stand by? In faith, I will--and closely by--

[_he retires amongst the trees--a Lackey raises his head

above the wall_].

_Lackey._ Hist, madam, hist!

_Kath._ What saucy man is this?

_Lackey._ Madam, I have wandered round your garden

this hour or more to deliver this letter. [_throws a letter_].

If it come too late, I beseech you--[_sees Victor_].

S’death! [_disappears_].

_Vict._ Stay, fellow, stay! Curse on this wall! Look up!

I have a purse for thee! The villain’s gone!

Ha! ’Tis no matter--here’s the note may tell us

More than the bearer. [_takes it up and presents it_]. There!

_Kath._ ’Tis not for me.

_Vict._ Your pardon--’tis addressed to you.

_Kath._ By heaven,

And on my hopes of it, I know not Victor,

What rash audacious dares insult me with it!

_Vict._ Read, madam, read--

_Kath._ At your desire--not else. [_opens the letter and reads_].

_Vict._ She changes colour! Ha! this letter.

[_attempts to take it; she withholds it_].

No!

I must not see’t?

_Kath._ Another time. Not now.

_Vict._ Not now?

_Kath._ You cannot.

_Vict._ Wherefore can I not?

_Kath._ Oh! Victor, Victor, in its dark inventions,

How apt a rival love can be to hate!

Think what you will, I cannot undeceive you,

And will not hear the words you must repent.

_Vict._ Tell me but whence it comes.

_Kath._ I’ve said I cannot.

_Vict._ Heaven help me to the bearer then! [_Exit._

_Kath._ Insensate!

In such a mood, how could I ask his aid!

An assignation from the king! The hour

Already come! No means of stopping him!

To meet is desperate; yet, not to meet

Were, in this labyrinth of treason, death!

[_Is hastening out--suddenly turns back_].

Misfortune still! This downy sycophant

That’s called our chamberlain! What seeks he here?

_Enter_ LA PLUME.

_La P._ Beseech you, madam, vouchsafe me a word.

_Kath._ Monsieur La Plume, you are the master of our ceremonies,

professor of all courtly breeding to those who require polish at short

notice; therefore no one should perceive more quickly when company is

not wanted.

_La P._ I shall be charmed to show my perception if any one ventures

to intrude, for which purpose my lord superintendent has had the

consideration to send me here.

_Kath._ I am aware of the superintendent’s consideration, which would

make me the price of the most approved treason; and of your rivalry

in that quality with your companion in favour, Monsieur du Front, who

holds the lucrative offices of pursebearer, disburser of the king’s

treasure to those who are too vile to serve him, and teacher of brave

words to the faint-hearted. Pray you give o’er. I could not trust

myself to distinguish between such merits [_she is going out--he

interposes with affected courtesy_].

_La P._ Madam, it wounds my sensibilities to differ from you, and, as

far as a coincidence of opinion with respect to Monsieur du Front, I am

your most devoted echo; but pardon me if the strict rules of breeding

forbid me to discuss myself. Monsieur du Front, as you happily describe

him, is a most atrocious [_stops suddenly_]. But, indeed, it is a maxim

in politeness never to criticise a gentleman in his presence; which

might put him to the disagreeable necessity of contradicting. Madam,

here is Monsieur du Front himself.

_Enter_ DU FRONT.

_Du F._ Madam, the first charge into your presence requires more

courage than the beginning of a battle.

_Kath._ I will not dispute Monsieur du Front’s sensations at the

_beginning_--I have heard he seldom thought it worth while to see the

_ending_.

_Du F._ By the blood of my rapier, you say true! I was always too

busy in running after the fugitives! They found me one too many--hey,

Monsieur La Plume.

_La P._ Oh, on all occasions!

_Kath._ A distinction in which Monsieur La Plume fully participates.

[_she is going again_, DU FRONT _interposes with grotesque homage_].

_Du F._ Your wit, madam, is a battery, that will not leave a cavalier

to deserve you! What shall we do for a truce?

_Kath._ That which you dare not--serve the king honestly. [_she is

going again, both interpose_].

_Du F._ May I die of a sparrow shot if I have not lost a whole hogshead

of blood in his service, without receiving so much in return as a

rag to bind up my wounds! I have been notched and scotched like a

crimped cod fish, till it took more trouble to put me together again

than to make an oak tree out of a carpenter’s shavings--and that’s the

truth on’t. “Captain du Front,” says the king, “you are too rash by

half!--you lead us all into mischief!--you must go to Mante; bear the

superintendent’s purse; and raise recruits o’ the right sort!” Isn’t

that a fact? Monsieur La Plume--speak!

_La P._ As true a word as Monsieur du Front ever breathed, or ever

_will_ breathe. His valour was in a high fever, and he was sent here to

infect the citizens.

_Kath._ [_aside and going_]. I would the malady had been the plague!

_Re-enter_ VICTOR.

_Vict._ The villain has escaped me. Ha! well encountered, gentlemen!

Will it please you tell me which of you is the impatient cavalier who

could not wait for the answer to his letter?

_Kath._ Victor--

_Vict._ Oh, madam, I understand--which of you, gentlemen?

_Both._ Letter!

_Vict._ Aye, sirs--letter--you will not disown it in the presence of

the lady herself, and tempt constructions so little flattering to your

manhood?

_Kath._ Thou art beside thyself. Dost thou believe I would receive a

letter from these?

_Vict._ I know of no other in Mante who would presume to write you one.

_La P._ [_to_ DU FRONT]. Hear you this, Monsieur du Front? Mark you the

lady’s consternation? [_aloud_]. Captain Victor, I do protest we are

more in the dark than yourself. For my own part, I never perpetrated

such a breach of etiquette in my life!

_Du F._ Body of me, I never perpetrated anything but hard blows! And as

for writing!--I care not who knows it--the wars never left me time to

learn.

_Vict._ Gentlemen, I believe you both, and her contempt of you is a

proof that her correspondent is some one greater.

_Kath._ [_aside_]. This madness will discover all!

_Vict._ Hark you, sirs, you have more skill than I in weaving plots.

Find me this gallant out, and for your pains, I will relieve you from

one whom I some time believed to be your dangerous rival--myself to

wit. For your own sake, be stirring; whilst I, upon the strength of my

command, close up the gates on all who would leave the city.

_La P._ I pledge myself to this condition.

_Du F._ Blood, so do I--

_Kath._ Whilst thou hast life, thou wilt repent this!

_Vict._ Now then, to business!

_Kath._ Monsieur La Plume! Monsieur du Front!--a moment.

_La P._ Madam, you have wounded my feelings most distressingly.

_Du F._ Madam, our rival shall be served up to you daintily--split open

and skewered with a brace of rapiers.

_Kath._ Victor, I have a word--a single word--that shall paralyze

thee--stay--and thou shalt do me justice.

_Vict._ Aye, madam--when I have done justice for myself. Come, sirs,

away.

[_Exeunt_ LA PLUME, VICTOR, DU FRONT].

_Kath._ The king is lost. [_Exit._

END OF THE SECOND ACT.

ACT III.

SCENE I.--_A State Apartment in the Palace of the Superintendent--a

Banquet in the background_--DE FRESNE _is led forward partly drunk,

by_ LA PLUME _and_ DU FRONT, VAUTEUR _following--a large motley

company of the Bravo stamp remain at table_.

_De F._ Why do you call me from supper? You know I never like to be

called from supper till it is time to carry me to bed.

_La P._ My lord, here are some new partizans who have not yet been

presented to you. This is Captain Vauteur, a brave gentleman,

despitefully used by the king for helping himself to his fair share of

plunder.

_De F._ ’Tis the king’s usual mode of paying services--just as he means

to pay mine. But what is your special grievance, eh, Captain Vauteur?

_Vau._ I was drummed out of my regiment.

_De F._ You are just the gentleman we want. Brave as a lion, no doubt.

_Vau._ [_his hand on his dagger_]. Try me.

[BRAVACHE _and_ POIGNARD _advance from table_].

_De F._ And these, by their looks, are gentlemen whose merits have been

equally ill appreciated.

_La P._ This, my lord, is Monsieur Poignard--this Monsieur

Bravache--cavaliers of no particular title, but deserving of a great

many.

_De F._ No doubt of it, and that’s the reason why they have not

got any. ’Tis a rule with the king that good servants don’t need

encouragement--bad ones do. You have been ill used, of a certainty--you

bear all the appearance of injured men.

_Brav._ The king has thrown us upon our wits, and made it felony to use

them.

_Poig._ So, hearing there was a want of a few soldiers of fortune

here, we are come in to say we are in no wise particular--that’s the

sum on’t.

_La P._ We have many more strangers of the same independent character;

but having been a little out of sorts with the times, they are a little

out of suits also, and therefore our invitations to supper have been

confined to the most select.

_De F._ Gentlemen, you are welcome all--the more the better--and so

another carouse to the superintendent.

_Vau._ Aye, aye; the superintendent.

_Brav._ Or any body else.

_Poig._ We are no wise particular [_they return to the table_].

_Omnes._ Aye, the superintendent.

_Du F._ Hark ye, my lord, we’ve something to tell you.

_La P._ In the first place, sir, your niece, Madam Katherine, did this

evening receive a letter most mysteriously--refused to say from whence

it came, and made it evident to us that the writer was some person of

importance.

_De F._ Eh! who could it be?

_Du F._ That was the question; and therefore we set about enquiring

whom she had seen of late, and discovered that she had this day visited

some one in the house of the Marquis de Rosny.

_De F._ Rosny? No. He never thinks of wooing anything but a stone wall

with a battering ram.

_La P._ True, sir, for which reason we extended our research to the

city gates to learn what strangers had come in.

_De F._ Well, well,--what then?

_Du F._ And there we found a cavalier had entered, answering the

description of the king!

_De F._ The king!

_La P._ Patience, sir! you must not betray your intentions until we are

more certain. If he be here he is safe enough. The gates are closed

against all who would pass out of them.

_De F._ But--my niece pay a visit to the king?

_Du F._ We know her partiality for his cause, and she knows our league

against it. ’Twas not so very extraordinary in her to give him notice.

_De F._ By my life, a conspiracy! Plotting under our nose! ’Slife, but

we’ll be of the party! Let me go, I say! [_going_].

_La P._ Caution, or you spoil all. As we entered, we found she had not

yet returned from the garden.

_De F._ Well--well--what dost thou augur from that?

_La P._ That she would not be wandering in the dark without a companion.

_De F._ ’Oons do I understand aright? Do you believe the king to be now

in my garden?

_Du F._ Those who know him would not be surprised at it.

_De F._ Arm all our friends!

_La P._ Caution, sir, this is only conjecture.

_De F._ No, by Jupiter, tis true! Ho! Where are you all? Where’s

Captain Bravache? Where’s Captain Poignard?

[_All come forward_].

Follow me, follow! ’Oons, if I could only walk straight! Follow,

follow! The king’s in the garden, and there’s not one of you but is set

down for a traitor! Shoot all you meet, and cut down the rest! Here’s

for Maienne!

_Omnes._ Hurrah!

[DE FRESNE _staggers out, followed by the others tumultuously_].

SCENE II.--_Night--the outskirts of Mante--an old winding wall in the

background, the tops of the trees seen over it._

_Enter_ MAIGNAN.

_Maig._ Out of all breath, and ten to one this king

Of bats and nightingales has pass’d already.

Besides, the old wall twists and dodges us

As though it played at hide and seek itself--

We should have had more watchmen here than stones--

Let’s look about. [_Exit cautiously._

_Enter_ HENRY, _closely wrapped in a cloak_.

_Hen._ I wish the night were darker--

Each rogue I met stared at me hungrily,

And seemed to reckon what my head would fetch.

No matter--here’s the garden--now for means

To clamber into it. [_approaches the wall._

_Enter_ MADAME CHATEAUPERS’ PAGE.

_Page._ [_perceiving_ HENRY]. What’s here, a thief?

Thieving’s fair sport when there be none but thieves

To rob--now, comrade, can’st thou jump it?

_Hen._ [_coming forward_]. So!

We’ve found a confidant?

_Page._ Aye, ready made.

_Hen._ Thou art a sprightly knave--what dost thou

here?

_Page._ Watch other knaves.

_Hen._ Some dainty lady’s page--whom do’st thou watch for?

_Page._ One whom I owe a grudge--promise thou’lt lay

Thy rapier’s scabbard soundly on his shoulders,

And thou shalt know. What’s more, if thou would’st rob

The superintendent I will show thee where

To scale the wall.

_Hen._ A bargain--do thy part on’t

And I’ll do mine.

_Page._ A little further on,

Thou’lt find a branch hang over to the path--

Swing thyself up with it--once on the top,

Hang downwards, and let go--then keep straight on

Until thou reach the bottom. Now for _thy_ turn.

_Hen._ Where is thine enemy?

_Page._ I hear him coming.

_Hen._ What is thy quarrel?

_Page._ He is playing double

With her I serve, and stumping here to court

The niece o’ th’ superintendent.

_Hen._ Is he so?

And what’s the caitiff’s name?

_Page._ His name is Rosny.

_Hen._ Rosny!

_Page._ Yes, Rosny--he they call the marquis----

Thou’rt not afraid?

_Hen._ I’d rather meet the devil!

_Page._ Stand!--here he comes!

_Hen._ Stand thou, for here I go! [_runs out._

_Page._ A base and cowardly thief as e’er I saw.

_Re-enter_ MAIGNAN.

_Maig._ No tidings of the king--and yet I thought I could hear voices.

Whom have we here?

_Page._ And who art thou?

_Maig._ My master’s mistress’s little evil spirit! What goblin hath

brought thee here?

_Page._ The same that should take thee hence, if I had not business

with thee. Come, secret for secret--why are so many of us playing the

sneak under this wall?

_Maig._ So many of us? Thou hast seen another then?

_Page._ A dastard villain, that scrambled over the wall just as he

heard you coming.

_Enter the_ MARQUIS, _hastily_.

_Marq._ Maignan!

_Maig._ We are too late, my lord, he is over the wall!

_Marq._ Where went he over? We must after him!

_Maig._ Sir, if I might advise--

_Marq._ Knave, shew me where.

_Maig._ My Lord, these brigands are at least a thousand.

_Marq._ I care not, though ’twere ten--I’ll follow him down the three

throats of Cerberus! Out with thy rapier! All France depends on it!

After me! After me!

[_Exit._

_Maig._ [_drawing_]. So end our memoirs! So begins our history! There

leads the general, and here follows the devoted French army. [_Exit

after_ MARQUIS.

_Page._ And here goes the dispatch to my head quarters.

_De F._ [_without_]. On, on, surround the walls!

_Page._ Who have broke loose here? The madmen or the thieves?

_Enter_ DE FRESNE _and his followers_.

_De F._ Pen him in, I say, and then shoot him at your leisure. Hillo!

an accomplice! What little varlet is this, and what does he here?

_Page._ As good a man as you, and I do my own business.

_Du F._ Ho, my lord superintendent, let me strangle him with my thumb

and finger.

_Page._ [_aside_]. The superintendent!

_De F._ Stop a bit--let me examine him. Who brought thee here, and

which way is he gone?

_Page._ [_aside_]. Shall I betray the marquis? What’s to become of my

mistress? [_aloud_]. I have seen no one but a fellow that looked like a

thief, and hearing you coming he ran away.

_De F._ The king! his very picture. Which way, young cockatrice?

_Page._ [_aside_]. The king! [_aloud_]. This way, my lord,--follow,

I’ll show you.

_De F._ On then, I say, or I’ll spin thee on my dagger like a chafer on

a pin--on, varlet.

_Page._ [_aside_]. Heaven send me some precipice now, and I’ll break

these drunkards’ heads in a heap.

_All._ On, on, on. [_Exeunt._

SCENE III.--_The_ SUPERINTENDENT’S _Garden--Moonlight--Statues,

Terraces, &c._

_Enter_ HENRY.

_Hen._ Where are we now? This villain hath the garden

Of the Hesperides. Long moss-grown alleys,

Contrived, no doubt, to lengthen out a love tale--

Dark winding mazes to elude intrusion,

And bowers scarce known to the nightingale. ’Tis well

That love creates such eyes for hiding places,

Else were I lost. Aye, here’s the group of Cupids--

This is the spot.

_Enter_ KATHERINE _down a terrace_.

_Kath._ Speak not above the breeze,

Nor let your foot fall louder than the leaf,

Did any see you come?

_Hen._ If love be blind,

Not one.

_Kath._ My liege, such pure and holy hopes

As call no stain upon a maiden’s cheek,

Were, haply, worthless to a mighty king,

But still methinks ’twere pleasant to deserve them.

_Hen._ I _will_ deserve--

_Kath._ Was it deserving them

To write this letter?

_Hen._ Hear me, Katherine--

_Kath._ Sire, you would tell me how the lawless love

Of royalty brings not contamination

Like sins of vulgar birth. I spare mine answer.

Moments are precious now--but, oh! remember

How oft the glance of greatness brands our sex

With sins we never dreamt on. Let me pray

Dismissal from the thoughts wherein ’twere shame

I longer dwelt.

_Hen._ [_aside_]. ’Tis something like the tone

They all have used, and something better acted.

I thought her more a novice [_aloud_]. Pray you, heed me--

My life, as you have shown, is here environ’d

With many perils, which (tho’ lengthen’d use

Has taught me to bestow small care on them)

Compel brief speech. Then hear me, Katherine,

I’ve never seen thy like, nor loved till now--

I ne’er will change till I have found thy better,

Which the earth holds not.--I will keep from thee

No royal proof--if e’er I’ve royal power--

That I o’erstep not now, in love’s romance,

My reason or my truth.

_Kath._ Perhaps ’twas wrong

To think my service to your majesty

Compatible with that I owed myself--

Perhaps the insult should have been proclaimed,

The consequence uncared for.

_Hen._ Menaces?

_Kath._ Not so, my liege. I could have meant no menace

To one who oft hath proved he knows no fear.

I spoke of dangers ere you gave me cause

For menaces; and if your own avail not,

I’ll tax your chivalry to think of mine.

_Hen._ Peril to thee!

_Kath._ You know my birth is noble,

And that my kindred are your enemies--

Were I suspected of the thousand’th part

Of what your wish would make me--

_Hen._ ’Sdeath, most true!

I never dreamt of that! And, now I think on’t,

This interview can never pass unknown--

It were pure madness if I left thee here.

_Kath._ [_going_]. Heaven shield you, sire, my coming was well meant,

As witness my going hence.

_Hen._ What would’st thou have?

Be frank at once and leave me not to guess--

What special thing have I forgot to promise?

_Kath._ You have forgotten, sire, the promise made

Already by your matchless deeds of honour.

In Cahors, sire, your sword remained unsheathed

Five bloody days and nights, because you deemed

Your _honour_ was at stake--you loved it _then_!

At Arques you said

Your business was to die, or live with _honour_;

And still more late upon the plains of Ivri,

Your broken ranks had but to keep their eyes

On your white plume, and follow it to _honour_!

These are the promises you’ve made and broken

To be the model of a royal king.

Who follows now your majesty will come

To other end than _honour_.

_Hen._ By my soul,

Thou’st set the blood of Henry more in motion

Than did the storm of any field thou’st cited!

Maiden, forgive me--I have done thee wrong.

_Kath._ Repair it, sire, by flying from this place.

_Hen._ Yet hear me once again before we part--

There is one field you named not in your list--

The field that holds my monument, or binds

A crown upon the brows of Katherine.

_Kath._ Your majesty forgets you _have_ a queen.

_Hen._ My majesty! alas, my mockery!

King without kingdom--warrior without powers--

And husband without wife! Is she my queen?

Margaret of Valois? She who wrung my youth

With fetters forced, and by her deep schemes poisoned?

No, maiden, no--Heaven sees the scandal on’t--

The church in justice--

_Kath._ You are wed to glory,

And to your people’s good--let that suffice.

_Hen._ Thou dost refuse a kingdom?

_Kath._ My dread liege,

I claim of you forbearance of this suit,

Which only can prevail when I am false

Elsewhere, and therefore worthless if it--

_Hen._ Elsewhere?

And thou hast other hopes? Then so end mine!

I would not wrong thee, in the thoughts of him

Whose thoughts are dear to thee, for the best throne

Since kings were fooled, and flattered, and betrayed.

_Kath._ You are betrayed e’en now. Look, look, my liege--

What lights are these? What voices?

_Hen._ Faith, I care not--[_draws his sword_].

Since I have failed in such dear purpose here,

I am so out with Fortune I would fain

Defy her to her worst.

_Kath._ Away, they come!

_Hen._ They could not find me in a fitter mood

To do them justice.

_Marq._ [_without--in a low cautious tone_]. Maignan!

_Hen._ [_suddenly alarmed_]. Rosny’s voice!

What evil genius can have brought _him_ here?

_Marq._ [_without_]. Varlet! I’ve lost thee?

_Hen._ He, by all that’s fearful!

Had e’er romance so rude a wakener!

I’ve stood some odds ere now--but honest Rosny!

_Voices._ [_without_]. Follow, come on! he’s here about.

_Hen._ I am gone--

Maiden, farewell! the time shall be thou’lt find--

_Voices._ [_to the_ R.]. I have him--

_Hen._ [_returning_]. No, thou liest!

[_going to the opposite side._

_Voices._ Help, help! I’ve got him!

_Hen._ I do not think it!--[_going to another point_].

_Kath._ [_stops him_]. That way lies the water!

_Hen._ So be ’t! I’ll take it like a hunted deer.

[_Exit._

_Voices._ [_without._] Ho there! Where are you? Where?

_Kath._ Beset on all sides!

_Enter the_ MARQUIS.

My Lord de Rosny.

_Marq._ Precisely, madam; that most unfortunate--

_Kath._ Follow the king, my lord, let him not lose one moment.

_Marq._ Hush, madam, hush. If darkness befriend him only half so much

as it bewilders me, he’s safe for this time--Gods, what a dilemma!

_Kath._ Alas, my lord, how got you here?

_Marq._ Madam, I’ll answer that another time--the question is how to

get _hence_--odds life, poor Maignan! ’Tis well he is light of heel!

_Voices._ [_without_]. Come on, the sounds were here--

_Kath._ Hark! ’tis the superintendent--

_Marq._ With all his troop of drunkards! Here’s the reward of loyalty!

[_they stand aside_].

_De F._ [_without_]. Shoot ’em, I say--shoot everybody you see!

_Enter_ DE FRESNE, LA PLUME, DU FRONT _and others, with arms and

flambeaux_.

Shoot ’em and ask no questions! Woo’ns! Where are they?

_Du F._ Some one escaped us by the terrace.

_De F._ The king, the king!

_La P._ Another leaped the wall!

_De F._ Both of them the king! You’ll never have such another

opportunity to shoot the king by accident, as long as you live! After

him! Off to the citizens! Drum up the soldiers! Away! [_As they are

hurrying out the marquis steps before them_].

_Marq._ Hold, gentlemen! If you would seek the king, I pray you take me

with you--

_De F._ Rosny! Rosny turned gallant!

_Marq._ My lord superintendent, these drunken bouts are intolerable;

the keeper of the king’s exchequer, and the governor of Paris, sallying

forth with a troop of cut-throats to murder my attendants. ’Fore

heaven, my lord, ’tis well I chanced to be here.

_De F._ ’Oons, you are very good! But how happen’d you to come? What

are you doing with my niece in the dark? That’s the question--

_All._ Aye, aye.

_Marq._ [_aside to Kath_]. A rather difficult impromptu, madam. We must

keep to the same story, and stick at nothing.

_De F._ If their doing be fair and honest, I consent they be married

forthwith. If they refuse, Rosny is not here on his own account, and he

would not run the risk for any one but the king--let him answer that!

_All._ Aye, aye, that’s the point, let him answer that!

_Marq._ Consent we be married! Married! Is this the state and are these

the witnesses you choose for the negociation of a marriage? Go home, my

lord, get sober, and to-morrow we shall understand each other.

_De F._ Ho, hear you this? I am to wait till to-morrow to know whether

my house is disgraced! To give my Lord de Rosny time to account for his

visit!

_Marq._ My lord superintendent, the man who invites a suspicion upon

the honour of his house--

_De F._ I know all that--but why don’t he answer, whether he means

marrying?

_Marq._ I crave your pardon, my lord, and desire you to salute this

lady with the best title his majesty may think I have merited [_aside

to Kath_]. Consent, madam! There’s no alternative.

_De F._ By Jupiter, I can scarce believe this! [_aside_]. I see but

crookedly to-night, but if I would patch up matters with the king,

which I believe were the best policy, such a marriage might prove a

wind fall.

_Kath._ [_unwilling to favour the deception_]. My lord--

_Marq._ [_interrupting her_]. Madam, I beseech you give no farther

explanation of an arrangement with which no one has any business but

ourselves! [_she attempts to speak_]. And pardon me if, under the

circumstances, I want the words best suited to my very peculiar fortune

[_she attempts again_]. Madam, I am ill at making vows; but when I

prove unworthy of your confidence--when I maintain not against the

world, your excellence, your beauty, and your wisdom,--

_Enter_ MADAM CHATEAUPERS--[_the Marquis stops

short and speaks apart_].

We wanted nothing else to make this worse than Ivri!

_De F._ Well, wisdom, beauty, what do you stop for?

_Mad._ [_having looked round and collected the meaning of the scene_].

My lord, I came to visit your niece, and was directed hither--I fear

somewhat unseasonably--

_De F._ Not in the least, madam. Only Rosny trying his hand at a love

scene. There’s nothing interrupted but a few vows of everlasting

fidelity, which stopped short just as you came in.

_Mad._ Alas! I hope the marquis will begin again! I would not for

the world lose the last edition of my lord’s vows of fidelity. Pray

you, my lord! I entreat!--nay then, madam, suffer me to make amends

to you, and take up my lord’s story where it usually breaks off.

[_regarding the marquis askance_]. “The lands of Rosny, madam, though

bare are wide--and hapily or otherwise, as you may determine, cannot be

alienated from the family name.”

_De F._ Heh! has he been trying his fortune there too?

_Mad._ Do not imagine it, sir, for my lord finds it very easy--that

is to say, very difficult--very embarrassing--because he has not the

eloquence--the--

_De F._ Why Rosny, how’s this?

_Marq._ [_aside_]. Loyalty is, beyond comparison, the greatest of human

virtues! [_aloud_]. Madam, it is not to be denied that I stand here

in a position somewhat unusual--unusual, madam, and not altogether

unembarrassing. In short, you have reason to feel surprised at me--very

much surprised, and I candidly confess myself unable to make any

excuse--[_aside_]. My character is lost!

_Mad._ Nay, my lord, you have the best excuse in the world!

Remember, it is a fixed rule in diplomacy to be always provided

with _alternatives_--that all your declarations should have

_duplicates_--and how difficult it is to divest ourselves of

established habits! I have no doubt the “fatal beauty” will make

allowance for them. Of the _alternative_ system she cannot fail to

perceive the advantages, however she may hesitate on the subject of

_duplicates_.

_Marq._ Madam, I have not the eloquence--

_De F._ A cuckoo, a cuckoo! will no one lend him another note?

_Marq._ [_aside_]. This is to be worse than the king!--upon my

conscience, worse.

_Kath._ [_aside_]. Another step! Cannot the malice of fortune be

content without Victor? As I expected!

_Enter_ VICTOR, _as if from pursuit, his sword drawn_.

_Vict._ Your mysterious visitors, madam, are again indebted to their

fears and fleetness, but, as their secret will no longer suit your

reputation, you may now, perhaps, be less disposed to withhold it.

_De F._ Never trouble your head about it--the secret is out, and you

have nothing to do but wish her joy--the Marchioness de Rosny!

_Vict._ The Marchioness de Rosny!

_Kath._ [_aside_]. Heavens, what answer!

_Vict._ I pray you, madam, this is true?

_Kath._ Victor, you will judge for yourself. If you must needs display

the qualities that mar your nature, let it not be said that I provoked

you to it. I’ll speak no more.

_Vict._ The usual refuge, madam, of those who have no further

subterfuge; I knew you better by your silence than your speech, and do

indeed wish the Marquis de Rosny joy of you.

_Marq._ As I live, I must interpose here! Madam, it appears there are

impediments to--my hopes, which I did not dream of! Sir, I protest it

is the last wish of my heart to be the rival of any man; and if you

really pretend to the hand of this lady--

_De F._ No, no, by Jupiter, no! Why, what a pair you are! Each provided

with an _alternative_! I never saw the like! Come in, and let us settle

preliminaries at once; come in, I say.

_Vict._ Madam, farewell. I thank you that have taught me to scorn my

fetters whilst there is yet time to throw them off.

_Mad._ Madam, it is fortunate you are fair--a happy security--but do

not forget that the marquis’s declarations have duplicates.

_Vict._ My Lord de Rosny, though I envy not your fortune, you are

sensible here is matter for discussion--to-morrow. [_Exit._

_Mad._ My Lord de Rosny, I congratulate you on having found such

“eloquence.” [_Exit._

_De F._ ’Fore heaven there are not sane people enough to take care

of the mad ones! In, in, I say--and drink another health to the

Marchioness de Rosny.

_La P._ [_to Du F._]. Wilt thou bear this?

_Du F._ Shall he break faith with us? Let him look to’t.

_Marq._ [_recovering from his perplexity_]. Permit me, madam--the

felicity--[_hands Katherine ceremoniously_]. If I am not immortal after

this, there is no security for man!

[_Exeunt._

END OF ACT THE THIRD.

ACT IV.

SCENE I.--_The_ KING’S _chamber at the_ MARQUIS’.--_The_ KING

_dressing_, MAIGNAN _assisting_.

_Hen._ So, thou disloyal knave, thou did’st betray me?

_Maig._ I said your majesty would need assistance.

_Hen._ Would thou had’st found some other than thy master’s!

Thou’st armed him with occasion for a sermon

As long’s the war, and much more terrible!

What did he out so late? Why came he not

To see me ere I slept?

_Maig._ My liege, he said

He should have much to talk about, this morning.

_Hen._ Much? I believe him! ’Twas a luckless feat!

Where did’st thou find him? madam--?

_Maig._ Chateaupers’--

_Hen._ Who’s madam Chateaupers?

_Maig._ A lady, sire,

That is esteemed the fairest in the town--

_Hen._ What! Fairer than the niece of rogue de Fresne?

_Maig._ Her equal, at the least, so please you, sire.

_Hen._ Then thou hast seen what I did never see.

[_Exit_ MAIGNAN.

’Sdeath, I’ll rebel, and read old Rosny lectures.

_Enter the_ MARQUIS.

How now, old comrade! What a prank is this,

For one of your staid character! To strut

Like a shrove cock, a mark for idle cupids!

These goings on will ruin us!

_Marq._ Indeed,

My liege, they will!

_Hen._ Oh, most assuredly!

Where hast thou been, man?

_Marq._ Sire, it matters not--

My duty brings me to a declaration,

Touching the object of your last night’s visit--

_Hen._ Has she relented? Did’st thou stay to woo

And win her for me?

_Marq._ No, sire, I have woo’d

And won her for another person.

_Hen._ How!

Thou’st won her for _another_?

_Marq._ Sire, I have.

_Hen._ It is not possible! For whom?

_Marq._ Myself.

_Hen._ Thyself?

_Marq._ Myself.

_Hen._ Thou art delirious!

_Marq._ ’Twould not be wonderful. My liege, this night

Has she engaged her promise to become

The Marchioness de Rosny.

_Hen._ How! The what?

_Marq._ The Marchioness de Rosny.

_Hen._ She confessed

She had a love--but--’sdeath!

_Marq._ I’ve told you truth.

_Hen._ Thou reprobate! And Madam Chateaupers?

_Marq._ [_aside_]. How heard he that?

_Hen._ Now, on my conscience, Rosny,

This is too horrible! Two rendezvous

In the same night? Thou’lt scold me after this!

_Marq._ Sire, I will do my duty, if you’ll let me.

_Hen._ How can’st thou do thy duty by them both?

_Marq._ Sire, will your majesty--

_Hen._ Be moderate!

These rival loves have thrown you in a fever!

_Marq._ Your majesty’s enough to throw all France

In a fever! _Now_, upon the verge of ruin!

_Hen._ Oh, ’tis too bad my name should be the worst,

When thou hast reaped so much the better fortune!

_Marq._ I will be calm!

_Hen._ Well, well, I give thee joy!

Two at a time! Oh fye! Two at a time!

Thou’lt never scold me after this! No, never!

_Marq._ Sire, I will scold as long as I have breath!

I’ll die to save you from your faults, on purpose

That you may hear me scold to my life’s end.

Could you be quiet for twelve hours, I’d save

All France for you. Continue in this folly,

And we have not so long to live! [_Exit._

_Hen._ Ha! ha!

Victory, victory! For once I have

The best on’t, and have beat the enemy

Clean off the field! Where art thou honest varlet!

My hat and cloak!

[_Re-enter_ MAIGNAN, _who brings hat and cloak_].

Thy master is gone forth

On _my_ affairs, ’tis good I go on _his_.

Make his adieus to Madam Chateaupers,

And comfort her with railing at his falsehood!

My hat, my cloak, I say!

_Maig._ So please you, sire,

Might I advise, you’d not go forth to day.

_Hen._ If thou’rt more sage than suits a cavalier

I’ll make thee none.

_Maig._ Beseech you, sire, forgive me--

I’d only have you think, whatever chances,

That I foretold it. [_Exit._

_Hen._ Chance? What ill can chance

That hath not chanc’d already? I am like

Some bankrupt that hath come to his last coin,

Which he doth ever spend in desperation,

And I’ll take counsel when the dead take physic! [_Exit._

SCENE II.--_At the superintendent’s.--Enter_ DE FRESNE, _in

altercation with_ DU FRONT _and_ LA PLUME.

_Du F._ Never tell me, my lord--bones of my father! You have broken

faith! The lady was already promised to one of us!

_De F._ ’Oons! what of that!

_La P._ I hold it highly contrary to good manners, my lord, to claim a

gentleman’s promise.

_De F._ Then, why do you?

_La P._ Excepting when he doesn’t mean to keep it; and then it is

universally admitted to be high time.

_De F._ How could I help it if she would’nt have you?

_Du F._ Body of me! ’Tis the first time the noble superintendent ever

doubted his authority! His authority! Soul of St. Dennis! His authority

is like his jaw, that never snaps for any one but himself.

_La P._ Relying upon your excellency’s good faith, we have taken our

_congé_ of the king, and slammed the door upon our own backs!

_De F._ Well, well, you can go and knock again, can’t you?

_Du F._ And so be shewn up to be hanged out of the first pair of stairs.

_De F._ Not a bit of it, I’ll warrant you--’tis odds if he has ever

missed you, and certain he’d forgive you for all the harm you could do

him.

_La P._ Your reason, sir, for breaking with us, would be clear to the

visual organs of a mole. The Duc de Maienne has sent to demand money,

as well as the king, and has not the same polished breeding in taking

an apology.

_Du F._ And the marquis would be a convenient hand in patching up old

grievances, and that’s the truth on’t.

_De F._ Well, and isn’t this a very good reason? Odds! would you talk

about promises in the face of reasons like these? Haven’t you had a

greater share of the king’s revenues than the king himself? Haven’t you

grown conceited, insolent, and insatiable, upon the strength of large

rewards for a proportionable want of merit? For serving yourselves at

a table for princes, and a toilet for tomfools, when honest folks go

naked by thousands and starve in heaps. Promises! Odds! If I could

make you disgorge what you have had already, I promise you I would do

_that_, and there’s an end on’t.

_Enter the_ MARQUIS, _unperceived_.

_Marq._ [_aside, having observed the discontent_]. Eh! Is it so? Hem!

[_aloud_]. My lord de Fresne--[_advancing_].

_De F._ What, Rosny! Thou art a most determined gallant! Early and

late! Well, well, I’m glad to see thee, spite of the novelty--

_Marq._ It was not till last night, when you bestowed your niece upon

me, that I knew of your good will--let that suffice.

_De F._ [_to Du Front and La Plume_]. We’ve business--don’t you see?

_Du F._ [_to La Plume_]. By Mars, and so have we!

_La P._ [_to Du Front_]. If I have a hope in life, it is to see him

hanged.

[_Exeunt_ LA PLUME _and_ DU FRONT.

_Marq._ I have surprised you somewhat early, my lord De Fresne, in

order to discuss the arrangements for our approaching family connection.

_De F._ I’m glad to see you in such a hurry, though, i’faith, I should

hardly have suspected [_regarding the Marquis’ figure significantly_].

However, there’s no judging from appearances.

_Marq._ I will grant you, they are often deceptive--and now, without

farther preface, the point of main importance in our alliance is to

link our interests together for their mutual furtherance, and to

espouse the cause of one master.

_De F._ Good.

_Marq._ Now, you will bear with me, for it is necessary we should be

quite sincere in this business--it never has been very evident _who_

was _your_ master, King Henry, or the Duc de Maienne, his enemy; for,

whilst you have held your appointment under the one, you have done

everything in your power to serve the other.

_De F._ Why, that’s the king’s own fault for being displeased that

I represented him here in a becoming manner, and spent his revenue

royally--there was nothing left for me, d’ye see, but to join t’other

party.

_Marq._ I admire your sincerity, and will confess plainly that there

are certain reasons against my pursuing that course--in the first

place, the Duc de Maienne has been divided from me by long enmities,

and, in the next, his majesty is so exclusively engaged in war, that he

makes me his deputy in everything else.

_De F._ Well then, not to go into a long roundabout, diplomatic puzzle,

and forget one end before we arrive at the other, I only ask of the

king the continuance of my office, with no enquiry for arrears--I hate

arithmetic.

_Marq._ You shall never hear a word about it. And now since we have

arrived at this happy understanding it is important to re-inforce the

king with arms and money, without a moment’s delay.

_De F._ I know that well enough, and we’ll send them off immediately

after the marriage.

_Marq._ [_puzzled_]. The--the marriage?

_De F._ Aye, the marriage--you have not forgotten that, have you? The

marriage with my niece, you know. You say we must be sincere, and

therefore, no apologies. The fact is, our treaty must be duly ratified.

I cannot quite make you out. I believe you mean the marriage, and

somehow I believe you don’t. I believe the king is with the army; and

then again, may I be hanged if I don’t believe he was in my garden last

night; so no communication with the army, and no egress from the city

till the day after the wedding.

_Marq._ I respect your caution. It becomes a true statesman [_aside_],

and a traitorous vermin, that I have a mind to pin to the wall!

[_aloud_]. And for the marriage, I should be transported if there were

time for it--but the branches of our two houses are widely scattered,

and could scarcely be summoned in less than--than six weeks or so.

_De F._ Six weeks! Why then, we must try and do without them; for how

can you that were so violent--you must needs jump my walls at midnight,

at the risk of having more points in you than a porcupine--wait six

whole weeks! no, by my word, you shall be indulged this very day! I’ll

say no more about the matter, but go and see the writings prepared

according to agreement, which I will presently call upon you to sign.

In the meantime [_calling_]. Ho! mistress niece! The marquis! Make the

most of your courting, for odds, ’twill be none of the longest. [_Exit._

_Marq._ He--em! The town bristling with bayonets--the gates closed--the

king suspected to be here--and nothing to serve him but this extremity!

_Enter_ KATHERINE.

Madam, I fear my tongue is too long used

To the cold, measured, march of policy

To praise, as I should praise, your matchless goodness--

Your ready courage--most rare apprehension--

For ’twas to these the king did owe his life

Last night--

_Kath._ My lord, I know your character

Too well to underprize your good opinion;

But ’tis your _aid_--our need is desperate!

_Marq._ You have the pride and consolation, madam

Of a most loyal service to the king;

And they should ne’er despair who do their duty.

_Kath._ Had the king thought of _his_, this ne’er had been--

I will continue this deceit no longer.

_Marq._ Let me but see him through this one dilemma!

We’ll be as prompt as coolness and due caution--

_Kath._ Coolness and caution lag too slow for me,

For time will fix th’ impression of my falsehood--

Coolness and caution! Was I cool and cautious

When you depended on my aid last night?

What gain is mine? Alas! what need had I

Of a base subterfuge? I cast it off!

The day must not conclude, nor noon arrive,

Before this cloud be cleared.

_Marq._ A royal maid

With right upon her side. Beseech you, madam,

Give me but time enough!

_Kath._ What time was given

To help him in a thousand deadlier straits?

These heroes!--Do but view them at a distance!

What giants they appear! What cheats they are!

What contradictions to all nature else!

The farther off the greater! View them near--

How quick to serve their ends at others’ cost

How notable to think the wrong repaid

With caution and delay!

_Marq._ Happen what will,

There shall be no delay.

_Kath._ Nor caution neither.

_Marq._ Be satisfied, for I’ll be desperate--

_Kath._ And soon, my lord--I’ll wear this mask no longer.

[_Exit_

_Marq._ I cannot blame her, but, if fortune please,

I’d rather wed a tigress--’tis indeed

High time for something desperate--but _what_?

This was the door--St. Denis, blink awhile,

Or judge me by my need--not by my helpmates!

[_Opens the door at which_ LA PLUME

_and_ DU FRONT _went out_.

Sirs, will you please come forth?

_Enter_ LA PLUME _and_ DU FRONT.

Short compliments in time of trouble--your entertainment here is not

what it was wont to be--service is sometimes the seed of injury--and

the superintendent is a clod of little hope. In few words, gentlemen,

we are each in want of the other.

_Du F._ May I be food for crows--but I will join with any one who

ensures us vengeance.

_La P._ And replaces us in the good opinion of the king.

_Marq._ To that end have I invited your fellowship--the king shall

makes amends for whatever injuries you may have suffered from his

enemies, provided you help him to the means, and the first of these is

to assist me and my household out of this cursed city.

_Du F._ The gates are closed against all who would pass from it.

_Marq._ Why, that I know.

_La P._ The soldiers are so used to bribery that nothing will prevail

with them but gold--

_Marq._ That I know likewise--

_Du F._ The question is how to get it.

_Marq._ Aye--that I do _not_ know.

_Du F._ Then there, sir, I can help you--I am his purse bearer, and

your own eyes shall convince you how far he has wronged the revenue--

_Marq._ Aye? And my own fingers too? Hast thou pocketed a providential

store?

_Du F._ No, sir, I have done better--I have pocketed it _all_.

_Marq._ Thou paragon of purse bearers! Heaven help thy noble pocket!

_La P._ He means, my lord, his office is to keep the key of the

treasury.

_Marq._ Can’st rob it for us? eh?

_Du F._ Only have patience with me till it be dark.

_Marq._ No, our necessities are crying! Steal us but enough to help us

past the barrier, and load one steed, now on the instant, and before

’tis dark we’ll give the world news that shall make it ring.

_La P._ Meanwhile, as chamberlain, I have the ordering of the

household, and can so dispose of it that none shall interfere with you.

_Marq._ Besides, broad day puts out the eyes of doubt,

Which darkness ever brightens. Off to work!

Bear me your plunder to the city gates,

Whither I’ll follow you--and if at night

You’ve heads upon your shoulders, they’ll look down

On some that now o’ertop them--Mercury,

Thou god of thieves, look kindly on beginners!

_Du F._ Old hands, and all--

_La P._ You’ll find we are men of honour--

_Marq._ Away! I’ll keep De Fresne engaged awhile!

And then let each come jingling like a pack-horse!

Be strong as elephants and fleet as deer!

[_Exeunt_ LA PLUME _and_ DU FRONT.]

We’ll save him yet! If that’s not desperate,

I never will redeem another promise. [_Exit._

SCENE III.--_At_ MADAM CHATEAUPERS’.--_The_ KING _and_ MADAM

_discovered sitting in an inner room.--They rise and come forward._

_Hen._ I do repeat, and swear it, madam, Rosny’s marriage

Is but pretence--his lackey has confessed it--

He hath been driven to’t by taking credit

For my misdeeds--you must forgive and trust him.

_Mad._ My liege, howe’er I’ve been misled, I can

Reproach the marquis with no broken word,

But rather blame my own too quick construction;

So being free to choose, I know not why

His choice should not be real--my worst grief

Is for the spirit stung and mortified--

The woman’s spite with which I taunted him--

Oh, I could weep for this!

_Hen._ Take comfort, madam--

If you have lectured him this once unjustly,

Be it part payment of a debt from _me_.

Keep up the scolding--let him have enough on’t,

But for the present pardon him.

_Mad._ My liege,

I am too loyal to become your rival;

For who shall say what new emergencies

May make my Lord de Rosny need his freedom?

_Hen._ Madam, I vow it is my fixed resolve

To lead a new life, and require no service

That’s not in keeping with his care for _you_--

Beseech you force me not to woo for him--

This tongue of mine has such a trick of talking

In the first person, I shall make mistakes.

_Mad._ If ’twere my life, it were your majesty’s

Without the wooing, but you urge me now

To that which woman hath conceded never--

To take the second place in thoughts of him

Who must be first in her’s--sire, pray you spare me!

_Hen._ Why this is to be jealous of the king!

Were it the queen ’twere reason.

_Mad._ Pardon, sire,

I will trust none that gives no trust to _me_,

Had he but said the king needs so and so--

_Hen._ And so he would have done; but don’t you see,

He was _ashamed_ of me! Good reason too!

I’m a perpetual disgrace to him!

Madam, relent--so fair a look makes not

Such fell resolves--nay you will wed him still.

_Mad._ No, my liege, never.

_Enter_ PAGE _alarmed and hastily with a note_.

_Page._ Madam, madam!

_Mad._ Ha! [_alarmed and endeavouring to recover herself_].

Sirrah--the king!

_Hen._ Nay, we are old acquaintance!

I have a bargain to conclude with him,

When I’ve the courage--is it not so? Come--

Speak my good boy.

_Mad._ [_confused_]. I do beseech you, sire,

Question him not--the matter is mine own.

_Hen._ Madam, it steals the roses from your cheek,

And must be made your champion’s.

_Mad._ Nay! ’tis nothing--

I only wished it secret from the fear

Of misconstruction. That the marquis takes

His courtship elsewhere I am well content,

But, in remembrance of some kindness past,

I’ve had misgivings which much troubled me,

Touching a rival in my lord’s new venture.

_Hen._ A rival! So! I had forgotten that!

[_aside_]. Old Rosny’s case is not quite desperate!

_Mad._ I heard some words last night that sounded like

Defiance, and dispatched my page this morning

To learn what’s like to come of it.

_Hen._ Most wise

And provident--now, sir, your story.

_Page._ Sire,

My mistress bade me fly, as I did prize

Her life--

_Mad._ My liege, the boy doth ever make

My need of him too urgent--

_Hen._ As you prized

Your lady’s life! and whither did you fly?

_Page._ To Mons. Victor’s lackey, please you sire,

To make acquaintance as I could, and mark

What passed--

_Hen._ And then?

_Page._ I met him coming forth,

Charged with a letter for the marquis--

_Hen._ Good--

_Page._ “Well met” quoth I--“I’m on the way to him--

Spend me this o’er the way--I’ll do your errand,

And then come drink with you.” The sot went in,

And here’s the rest on’t-- [_gives letter_].

_Hen._ [_breaking open the letter_]. When thou has a beard

I’ll not forget thee--So, the time and place!

A challenge, true enough--now on the instant.

_Mad._ My liege, no answer coming, he may send

Another that will reach the marquis--

_Hen._ Doubtless.

_Mad._ Alas! Here will be mischief--deadly mischief!

_Hen._ I should not wonder, madam.

_Mad._ Nay, ’tis certain!

You’ll interpose, my liege? You will prevent it?

_Hen._ Madam, not I! Rosny would rather die

Than live in your displeasure.

_Mad._ Die!

_Hen._ No doubt on’t.

You’ll see anon--old Rosny is a fury

In his passado--carries a long sword--

Long as his tongue, and pretty near as sharp;

But when he feels his victory will gain

No smiles from you, his corslet is a cobweb!

An urchin might transfix him with a bulrush!

A hail stone do the work of a cannon ball!

He’ll be demolished, madam, ten times killed!

_Mad._ I do beseech you, sire, lose not the time

That may prevent it!

_Hen._ Madam, as you will

I’m open to a treaty--’tis my maxim

In wars of all kinds. An you’ll wed the marquis,

When I have saved him, I will fight his battle.

_Mad._ Sire, ’tis impossible.

_Hen._ So be it, madam.

_Mad._ My liege, my liege!

_Hen._ You will not marry him?

_Mad._ Your faithful friend!

_Hen._ You will not marry him?

_Page._ Madam, say yes--you’ll be too late.

_Mad._ Oh, heaven!

_Hen._ You will not marry him?

_Mad._ Yes, yes, my liege.

Whate’er you wish, so you will fly!

_Hen._ I fly!

But if I find him not, how stop them then?

I’ve none to lay commands upon the marquis--

_Mad._ Sire, if you wish it, I will do’t myself.

_Hen._ Madam, your loyalty is past belief!

Show me the nearest road--my liege must fly! [_Exeunt._

END OF THE FOURTH ACT.

ACT V.

SCENE I.--_Ramparts._--VICTOR _waiting_.

_Vict._ This marquis does not come--’tis past the hour--

How! Katherine!

_Enter_ KATHERINE.

_Kath._ I sent a message, Victor;

Would you not hear it?

_Vict._ The noble kinswoman

Of one who holds the king’s authority--

It was my duty to obey you----madam.

_Kath._ Madam from Victor! Madam and duty! Good!

It was your duty to _maintain_ my fame,

And not to slander it.

_Vict._ Methinks that duty

Belongs more rightly to the marquis.

_Kath._ If

I met the marquis ’twas by accident.

_Vict._ And doubtless ’tis another accident

That makes you marchioness.

_Kath._ No, Victor, no!

You ne’er gave credit to that artifice;

You could not do it.

_Vict._ And if ’twas artifice,

What fortune shall be his, when it is proved so--

His madam, his--I mean the cavalier

Whom you encounter’d _not_ by accident?

_Kath._ The fortune that’s above your guidance, Victor,

Be’t good or ill; and therefore much beyond

All doubt of my participation in’t;

I came to tell you ’twas the _king_ I met.

_Vict._ The king!

_Kath._ But I will render you a true account

Of all that pass’d.

_Vict._ The rest may be imagined.

_Kath._ No--hear me--

_Vict._ I have heard.

_Kath._ First, here’s the letter

I dared not give you.

_Vict._ Keep it--’tis too late--

_Kath._ Thou wilt not judge till thou hast heard me?

_Vict._ Heard

What I had never heard, but for last night

Which placed it past concealment.

_Kath._ So! Enough!

All this I bear with, for the blush ’twill cost thee--

But mark me, Victor--I have told the how

The king hath sought a refuge here in Mante,

Where he has scarce a friend.--Thou hast command,

And ’tis thy part, to see no ill befall him--

’Tis a rare chance to merit nobly--do so--

Press not these doubts to deeds--else fare thee well.

_Enter_ LA PLUME _and_ DU FRONT _with money bags_.

_La P._ Look, who are these? our mistress, and--

_Du F._ No matter,

Friends to our cause--no time for jealousy,

We are pursued. If you would serve the king

Look here and lend a hand.

_La P._ Nay, doubt us not,

Here’s proof convincing--this is gold--all gold.

_Vict._ Gold for the king!

_Du F._ Stolen from the superintendent.

_La P._ We are in concert with my Lord de Rosny,

And here’s a plot.

_Vict._ A plot! a noble plot!

And swifter than my hopes [_seizing them_].

Villains and thieves

What, rob your master!--ho! there, sentinels!

_Kath._ Hold, Victor--hold.

_Vict._ What, rob you master, traitors!

And escape hanging? Breaking on the wheel?

Hollo there! Ho!

_Du F._ Blood, art thou mad. Let go.

_Kath._ Yet, Victor, hear me!

_Enter Sentinels._

_Vict._ These are two rogues that rob the superintendent.

To prison and report them--off.

[_Exeunt Sentinels with_ DU FRONT _and_ LA PLUME.

_Kath._ Forgive me heaven

That I did love this man! My dream is ended. [_Exit._

_Enter the_ KING.

_Hen._ Here are the lists, and there’s the adverse knight,

Armed _cap à pie_ with fires from Erebus!

Fair sir, will’t please you give me audience?

_Vict._ The king!

_Hen._ Now frankly to the matter here--

Your name is Victor, and you love the niece

Of my good superintendent, and are now

Preparing thunders for our noble marquis.

_Vict._ The marquis, sire, is pleased to take on him

The deeds of others.

_Hen._ An’ thou know’st so much,

’Tis so much less to tell thee--come, speak freely.

_Vict._ My liege, I’d have my blood one moment royal.

_Hen._ ’Tis honest, and that’s better--

_Vict._ Or my rival,

For a brief space, a subject.

_Hen._ Fairly said,

There’s nothing that I quarrel with, except

The doubt that I would seek in royalty

A shelter from the laws of gentlemen--

No, by mine honour, if the king hath wronged thee,

Thou never cans’t be righted by old Rosny.

Rosny may lie for him, an’ he so please,

But Henry (’tis the only privilege

His subjects grudge him not) fights for himself--

_Vict._ My liege--

_Hen._ Yet hear me. I perceive a contest

’Twixt your liege lord, and twenty liege lady,

Which I would end in peace, with fewest words.

Thou hast believed me charmed to her thrall--

Why so art thou--then where’s thy right to blame me?

I would she had been charmed as much to mine!

And finds’t me guilty of a _billet-doux_,

In strains that merited a better fortune--

And interviews by night--heaven help old Rosny,

He hath stood sponsor till his case is hopeless--

And shifts, and escapades--I know not what.

Well, ’tis all true; and now thy cause to love me?

’Tis that I give thee proof of thy love’s love

Thou ne’er had’st gained without me--if I urged

A suit unworthy, be the shame on’t mine--

I had repaired it with the throne of France,

Which she refused, aye, and for thee refused it.

Would’st thou have proof? Go, win me her consent,

And thou shalt see thy Katherine thy queen!

_Vict._ If this be so--

_Hen._ And wherefore should it not?

Why should I take these pains, but for the truth,

And my desire to mend in honesty

What I have marred in folly? an’ thou doubt’st

I have no title here but fellow-soldier.

_Vict._ Henceforth, let no man trust himself in love

Or loyalty--in any faith he holds!

I had defied whate’er the world contains

Of solid test, and at a shade turn traitor!

_Hen._ A traitor--thou? Thou art a slanderer.

_Vict._ My liege, in madness to compel the justice

Your majesty’s free will has offered me,

Have I arrested such a sum of treasure

As would have paved your road to Paris--given

The bearers on’t to durance; and ere this

Your cause is ruined!

_Hen._ Treasure? Is it gone?

What, no retrieving it?

_Vict._ My liege if life--[_going, the_ KING _stops him_].

_Hen._ No, no--[_tumult heard_]. What noise is that?

_Vict._ The tale is known,

The hounds are on the chase.

_Hen._ We’ll make them howl for ’t.

_Vict._ Sire! I will die regaining my lost name--

_Hen._ Aye, but not yet. I would we had old Rosny--

Mine ancient magazine of last resources!

His wit’s the light of other hemispheres,

And just begins to dawn where mine’s benighted--

He’d have some mine to spring, I’ll warrant him--

Some succour under ground, or in the clouds--

Some scheme the world ne’er heard of---gad’s my life,

No other scheme will serve! Go! stand aloof--

Watch me these varlets--I’ve an errand elsewhere--

_Vict._ I will not leave you.

_Hen._ Watch them--I will come--

To find this treason’s depth, we’ll sweep the scum.

[_Exeunt._

SCENE II.--_A large gallery in the palace of the Superintendent--

doors in the back.--Enter the_ MARQUIS, _in consternation, followed

by_ MADAM CHATEAUPERS, MAIGNAN _and_ PAGE.

_Marq._ Gods! is this bearable! Mischief in the four quarters of the

globe, and only one pair of hands to put it to rights! Not a moment to

be lost, and no knowing where to begin! But one person in his right

senses, and nobody to tell him what to do with them! The king gone to

meet that furious lover! All the town in an uproar! All Christendom

undone--[_walks about distracted_].

_Mad._ My lord--oh heaven, forgive me! Indeed, indeed I thought only of

your danger--I never imagined any harm could come to the king--did I,

boy--did I--speak.

_Page._ No, madam, I’ll take my oath you have never thought of any body

but the marquis for the last twelve-month.

_Maig._ My lord, ’tis nobody’s fault but the king’s--I told him how

’twould be when he whisked off to Madam Chateaupers--I came after you

as fast as my legs could carry me; but the world is upside down, and

there is no finding anything. [_Tumult heard._]

_Marq._ Hark to those wolves! Here’s death in a dozen shapes at once!

Madam, madam! It is no time for lamentation--we have only to look out

and make our choice--lost--undone--[_runs to the window, followed by_

MADAM.]

_Maig._ No doubt of it, and with two such masters, so shall I be too!

Twisting and twirling betwixt a brace of cataracts, with no hope of

advancing any way but downwards.

_Page._ Dying out of the pale of all society! Neither cavalier nor

canaille! Astride of the line of demarcation, with one side ashamed of

the other.

_Marq._ [_coming from the window_]. Madam, we have no time to

listen here--we must be doing--the superintendent knows of your

visit--suspects a conspiracy--is gone to make the last preparations--in

five minutes more I shall be married and the king murdered [_tumult_].

Hear them again! My whole life is a panic! Every moment a convulsion! I

have no peace in prospect till I am dead and buried [_is hurrying out_].

_Enter_ KATHERINE.

_Kath._ All’s lost! All’s ruined!

_Marq._ Madam, beseech you be explicit, for I am prepared for anything.

_Kath._ The treasure you dispatched is intercepted--the secret is

confessed.

_Marq._ And the sooner the world ends the better!

_Kath._ ’Tis my work--mine. There is none to blame but me. Had I not

warned the king of his danger he had never tempted it so rashly!

_Marq._ And had I not taken a score of wounds for him at Ivri, he had

never come. Here’s reproach enough to share between us, and give us

both abundance, therefore I pray you, madams both, be moderate, and

let us at all events live to see what happens [_to_ MADAM]. Madam, I

have been loyal to my word! [_to_ KATHERINE]. Madam, I have been as

desperate as you could wish!

[_He is hastening out when he finds himself met on

all sides by armed men, who have entered during the

speech, with_ VAUTEUR, BRAVACHE, _and_ POIGNARD.]

How! This is doomsday, sure--and these are the devils! I am beset!

_Kath._ Hush! hold! I know these men--provoke them not--give no pretext

for quarrel.

_Marq._ Miscreants!

_Mad._ Let go your sword! Oh heaven! Is this the wise Marquis de Rosny!

_Marq._ Madam, I am not wise--I am a maniac! I must find the king!

_Kath._ Nay, peace! would’st show these wretches where to find him? Be

calm, your part is done--the rest is mine.

[KATHERINE _and_ MADAM _stand on each side of the_ MARQUIS, _who

surveys the persons behind him, first over one shoulder, then

the other_].

_Marq._ A contribution from all the gibbets in France, in honour of our

nuptials, madam. The enemy has seen through our movements, and these

malefactors are provided as our bridesmen.

_Enter_ DE FRESNE _and others at side door_.

_De F._ Still true to your _duplicates_, Rosny? Madam, your disposition

is very forgiving. I’m sorry he cannot reward you for it--but, you see,

he is otherwise engaged. Now Rosny, to the fulfilment of our contract.

_Kath._ [_crossing before the_ MARQUIS _as he advances to_ DE FRESNE].

My Lord de Rosny,

I tax your courtsey as a true knight

To claim no promise forced by menaces.

If I retract, be theirs the blame who used them.

_De F._ Ho! by Jupiter! But we’ll be satisfied whether my Lord de Rosny

retracts!

_Mad._ [_crossing before the marquis_].

No, my lord, no; I’ll vouch he spoke sincerely--

My Lord de Rosny, let no thought of me

Prevent your wishes. Take him, madam, take him--

For heaven’s sake say no more, but marry him.

_De F._ Odds, Rosny, these proceedings are more extraordinary than

ever. Last night, these two would have pulled caps for you, and now you

are going begging. What’s the meaning on’t? Let him tell us that.

_Kath._ [_again interposing_].

I’ll tell it for him, sir, I hold the marquis

Too high to link him with a house like your’s;

And prize myself too well to be the patch

That in the king’s esteem shall mend your honesty--

You lose your time.

_De F._ Hey! How?

_Kath._ Yes! Look again

To your assassins--they are ready--mark them--

Remember all the shames that I can publish--

Bribe them to slay me--[_to_ ROSNY _and_ MADAM]. Peace!

’tis what I wish.

_De F._ Friends, she is incited to this by the Marquis de Rosny.

[_Consults with his friends, who throw menacing glances at the_ MARQUIS.

_Marq._ Madams both, stand you apart. Maignan, thou did’st good service

at Ivri. It is but ten to one--out with thy rapier! Fortune has done

her worst.

_Bravos._ Down with the marquis.

[_They advance, when the_ KING _enters from the door in the

back--the rest recoil_].

_Hen._ Where is he? Rosny!

_Marq._ I die with a lie in my mouth! Fortune has _not_ done her worst!

_Hen._ So, madcap, have I found thee? Shall I ne’er

Take eyes from thee, but thou must run to mischief?

They tell me here’s a wedding--madams, beware!

He hath a fashion from the Turk, and covets

More wives than are his due--keep him between you.

Where’s my good steward? Now! what folks are these?

These are no kindred for a marriage feast--

Sirrah! what means this jail delivery?

This congress from the galleys?

_De F._ They are men

Of honour, sire, although unfortunate

In your displeasure.

[_The_ KING _advances towards the bravos_,

DE FRESNE _speaks apart to those on his

side_].

When I speak the word,

Stand by each other.

_Marq._ [_aside_]. His unarmed breast within reach of their poignards!

[_aloud_]. My liege, a word-- [_running to the_ KING, MADAM

_and_ KATHERINE _interpose_].

_Kath._ Be still--be mute--show no mistrust in them--

You force them to extremities.

_Mad._ You shall not stir.

_Hen._ [_examining the Bravos, who, with_ DE FRESNE, _have been too

intent upon him to observe the conduct of the_ MARQUIS].

I can recall this visage. Thou wert one

Convicted as a spy, that plied o’ both sides--

And thou, do I mistake? thou wert condemned

For selling my despatch to th’ enemy--

Thee I once punished for--I know not what.

What dost thou here, thou rogue? And thou?--And thou?

_Bravos._ [_pressing rudely round him_]. Your majesty was misinformed

of me; I was sore wronged. And I--aye, all of us.

_Hen._ [_flinging them back_]. Hence, villains! back!

’Sdeath! must I hurl you--carrion?

[_Advancing to_ DE FRESNE].

Know’st thou the doom I gave these runaways?

_De F._ Your majesty was pleased to banish them.

_Hen._ And thou to call them back, for which I here

Lay hand on thee for a disloyal knave--

Encourager of thieves and renegades

To back the in thy robberies. Thou know’st

I know thee--hast been treating with Maienne

To give this town up--to betray thy master--

I’ve letters intercepted that shall hang thee,

And for this special purpose came I here.

_De F._ My liege I vow--

_Hen._ If thou do’st breathe one word

This sword is swifter than a thousand traitors--

Dost thou rely on _these_--to daunt with rags

Henry of Bourbon--Ha! Where’s Rosny’s lackey?

[_Flings DE FRESNE to MAIGNAN_].

Tie me this shaking villain with a packthread!

If he be troublesome, cuff out his brains.

_De F._ Help friends, and save yourselves, there’s not a man amongst

you but is doom’d! Help! quickly, help!

_Bravos._ Down with the king, down with the marquis.

[_The_ KING _and the_ MARQUIS _face the bravos on either

side_--MADAM _and_ KATHERINE _are in the act of rushing

forward to interpose_--MAIGNAN _and the_ PAGE _of killing the

Superintendent.--Shouts of “Long live the king” are suddenly heard all

around the palace,--the doors are burst open, and_ VICTOR _enters,

followed by_ LA PLUME, DU FRONT, _and a party of soldiers_].

_Kath._ Victor, and faithful to the king--’tis Victor!

_Hen._ [_to Victor_].

Now, gad-o’mercy, friend, thou’st spoilt our sport!

But what is this, I hear? “God save the King?”

What beam hath changed their winter note to this?

“God save me,” say you? ’Slife, sirs, God save _you_.

But what, indeed, has made these throats so loyal?

_Vict._ [_pointing to_ LA PLUME _and_ DU FRONT].

These gentlemen, my liege (the praise is theirs--

Would it were mine)--found argument to prove

Their gold a bounty from your majesty

To the good citizens and soldiers here--

The uproar that we heard was in the scramble,

Which being o’er, their love and loyalty

Hath burst all bounds.

_Hen._ We’ll make these men of Mante

A Macedonian phalanx [_to the soldiers_]. Right about!

You to the left

[_Part of the soldiers face the bravoes on the

right, part those on the left_].

Now sweep me off those felons--

Off to the jail with them--they know the way.

[_Exeunt soldiers, with their prisoners_].

Now for my superintendent.

_La P._ Please you, sire,

If we’ve done somewhat to redeem ourselves.--

_Du F._ For our reward we only ask to hang him.

_Hen._ What reason can’st thou give that they should not?

_De F._ So please your majesty, I’ll think of it.

I’m ill at explanation, and appearance

Is evermore against me.

_Hen._ Fair Katherine, thou’dst tell ’tis thine uncle,

And we do owe the more than such a life;

Therefore we’ll leave the hanging, and go storm

His treasury. Take him away--whate’er

His walls afford that may reward you, sirs,

I give you heartily--go strip them bare,

But do not hang him.

_La P._ Come sir, come to prison.

_Du F._ I would we might have hanged him--

But he’ll come to’t. [_Exeunt_ LA PLUME _and_ DU

FRONT, _with_ DE FRESNE].

_Hen._ I have more treasure still, which I’d fain keep,

But needs must give away--how--Katherine--

Here’s one deserves thee--not so well as I did,

Because he doubted thee, which I could never--

Yet--for his fault doth gall him grievously--

Take him, and teach him better.

_Vict._ In one day

I have twice forfeited all trust in me,

And have become so strange unto myself,

’Twould be a new shame, did I promise better--

My life be surety for ’t.

_Kath._ An’ thou’lt not promise,

I’ll promise for thee--good my liege, we know

The shade is darkest in the sunniest spot,

The stain is deepest in the purest fount,

The cloud in bluest skies most visible,

And faults will oftentimes appear most monstrous,

For the heart’s worthiness.

_Hen._ Dost hear that, Rosny?

Out with thy pocket-book--’tis just my case.

_Marq._ By and bye, so please you, sire. I have a cold damp to wipe

from my forehead, and to ask heaven’s pardon, that I e’er thought the

affairs of men could be quite desperate.

_Hen._ Madam, how say you? ’Tis an arrant wild one--

Leaps ladies’ walls at night--but he hath answered

For me ere now, and so will I for him--

Your beauty will reform him--take my word--

And make him steady as he looks.

_Mad._ My liege,

An if the marquis hath _no more_ engagements,

He hath so often taught me to be loyal

I leave my fortunes with your majesty.

_Hen._ ’Tis well! and more than he deserves--what says he?

_Marq._ Madam--I have not the eloquence--the--

_Mad._ Hush! that note’s your false one--

_Maig._ This I did _not_ foretel!

_Page._ As the marquis says--affairs are never desperate!

_Hen._ We’ll talk the rest upon the road to Paris;

And plan another chapter for thy book

Shall keep the moth out.

_Marq._ Please your majesty

Here are more matters than will serve our turn,

Or suit the dignity of history.

_Hen._ Well, leave them to the writers of romance--

Prime ministers detected leaping walls

For midnight love scenes, were a bad example;

And that’s the truth on’t. Keep thy counsel, man,

And march and mend--Paris and Victory.

THE END.

ALFRED ROBINS, Printer, 7, Southampton Street, Strand.

Transcriber’s Notes

A table of contents has been created by the transcriber.

Minor spelling and punctuation errors have been silently corrected.

Archaic spellings have been retained as originally printed.

Inconsistent abbreviations for the Marquis in speech headings have been

standardized as “Marq.”

Originally printed italics are indicated by _underscores_ in the text

version, and small capitals have been changed to full capitals.