When the tempest's at the loudest, All the rage of wind and sea Is subdued by constancy. Gnawing want and sickness pining. No-unless you bear a part. KATLEEN. A Chamber in a distant part of the Castle. A large Window in the flat scene, supposed to look on the Lake, which is occasionally illuminated by What! can you not alone play such a farce? lightning. There is a Couch-bed in the Room, and an antique Cabinet. BLACKTHORN. Not I-I'm dull. Besides, we foresters BLACKTHORN. And that is quite enough, I warrant you. KATLEEN (takes dresses out of the cabinet.) Preserved with other trumpery of the sort, For we have kept naught but what is good for naught. [She drops a cap as she draws out the clothes. Blackthorn lifts it, and gives it to her. Nay, keep it for thy pains-it is a coxcomb; So call'd in ancient times, in ours a fool's cap; For you must know they kept a Fool at Devorgoil In former days; but now are well contented To play the fool themselves, to save expenses; Yet give it me, I'll find a worthy use for't. I'll take this page's dress to play the page Cockledemoy, who waits on ghostly Owlspiegle; And yet 'tis needless, too, for Gullcrammer Will scarce be here to-night. BLACKTHORN. Hark to old Sweetlips! Away with you before the full cry open- KATLEEN (with a bundle she has taken from the wardrobe.) My dress, my page's dress-let it alone. BLACKTHORN. Your tiring room is not, I hope, far distant; You're inexperienced in these new habilimentsI am most ready to assist your toilet. KATLEEN. Out, you great ass! was ever such a fool! [Runs off. BLACKTHORN (sings.) O, Robin Hood was a bowman good, And he met with a maiden in merry Sherwood, All under the greenwood tree. Now give me a kiss, quoth bold Robin Hood, For there never came maid into merry Sherwood, I've coursed this twelvemonth this sly puss, young And flung me out a score of yards at once; If this same gear fadge right, I'll cote and mouth her, And then! whoop! dead! dead! dead!- She is the metal To make a woodman's wife of!- [Pauses a moment. Well I can find a hare upon her form With any man in Nithsdale-stalk a deer, Run Reynard to the earth for all his doubles, [Sits down on the couch to examine the paper. SCENE II. Scene changes to the inhabited apartment of the Castle, as in the last scene of the preceding Act. A fire is kindled, by which ŐSWALD sits in an attitude of deep and melancholy thought, without paying attention to what passes around him. ELEANOR is busy in covering a table; FLORA goes out and re-enters, as if busied in the kitchen. There should be some by-play-the women whispering together, and watching the state of OsWALD; then separating, and secking to avoid his observation, when he casually raises his head, and drops it again. This must be left to taste and management. The women, in the first part of the scene, talk apart, and as if fearful of being overheard; the by-play of stopping occasionally, and attending to OSWALD's movements, will give liveliness to the Scene. Tush, maid-I know thy father's humour better. Enter KATLEEN, and hears the last speech. KATLEEN (aside.) Considerate aunt!-she deems that a good supper Were not a thing indifferent even to him Who is to hang to-morrow; since she thinks so, Mother, alas! when Grief turns reveller, ELEANOR. I have learn'd carelessness from fruitless care. [Looking at her husband. Still gloomier and more threatening-Let us use Whatever means we have to drive it o'er, And leave to Heaven to-morrow. Trust me, Flora, 'Tis the philosophy of desperate want To match itself but with the present evil, And face one grief at once. Away, I wish thine aid and not thy counsel. LAS FLORA is about to go off, GULLCRAMMER'S voice is heard behind the flat scene, as if from the drawbridge. GULLCRAMMER (behind.) Hillo--hillo-hilloa-hoa-hoa! [OSWALD raises himself and listens; ELEANOR goes up the steps, and opens the window at the loop-hole; GULLCRAMMER's voice is then heard more distinctly. GULLCRAMMER. Kind Lady Devorgoil-sweet Mistress Flora!- KATLEEN (aside.) Now, as I live, the voice of Gullcrammer! OSWALD. What bawling knave is this that takes our dwelling ELEANOR. What shall I say?-Go, Katleen, speak to him. The game is in my hands-I will say something GULLCRAMMER. Nor none to lead them right.-You kill me, lady, OSWALD. Who's he that is thus clamorous without? (TO ELEANOR.) Thou know'st him? ELEANOR (confused.) I know him?-no-yes-'tis a worthy clergyman, KATLEEN. The morn will rise when that the tempest's past, OSWALD. Then this is all your piety!-to leave To choose his way in darkness 'twixt the marsi * [MS.-" And headlong dizzy precipice."] ELEANOR. Do what thou canst-the wealthiest do no more- [He goes to the loop-hole while he speaks, and I would not give this sport for all the rent Of Devorgoil, when Devorgoil was richest! (To ELEANOR.) But now you chided me, my dearest aunt, For wishing him a horse-pond for his portion? ELEANOR. Yes, saucy girl; but, an it please you, then Is lost on him, as hail-shot on the cormorant, And yet to such a one would my kind mother, Enter GULLCRAMMER, his dress damaged by the storm; ELEANOR runs to meet him, in order to explain to him that she wished him to behave as a stranger. GULLCRAMMER, mistaking her approach for an invitation to familiarity, advances with the air of pedantic conceit belonging to his character, when OSWALD enters, ELEANOR recovers herself. and assumes an air of distance,-GULLCRAMMEE is confounded, and does not know what to make of it. O'errun with foppery-Envoys 'twixt heaven and Example should with precept join, to show us GULLCRAMMER. Nay, the high heavens forefend that I were vain! OSWALD (apart.) All self-exaltment. And (turning to the women) when Still he's a stranger, and the latest act What can he mean?-this is the veriest dog-whelp at the dance, The lovely Saccharissa Kirkencroft, Graced me with her soft hand, credit me, ladies, Shame us not with thy niggard housekeeping; A pitch he's little short of-he must share it, Though all should want to-morrow. Of hospitality in this old mansion Shall not be sullied. LEONARD (without.) Ope, for the sake of love and charity! [OSWALD goes to the loop-hole GULLCRAMMER. Heaven's mercy! should there come another stran ger, And he half starved with wandering on the wolds, The sow's face boasts no substance, nor the sausages, To stand our reinforced attack! I judge, too, FLORA. Go to the casement, cousin. And bid the gallant who that bugle winded Sleep in the storm-swept waste; as meet for him As for Lance Blackthorn.-Come, I'll not distress you, I'll get admittance for this second suitor, OSWALD (seems to have spoken with those without, and answers.) Well, I will ope the door; one guest already, come GULLCRAMMER (partly overhearing what passes be- To this my mouldering roof, than empty ignorance What should they think, but that you're like to lack Come, ladies, now you see the jest is threadbare, Your favourite dishes, sir, unless perchance You bring such dainties with you. VOL. I.-4 P Why so? You're welcome both-only the word one. Still do I say, that a sow's face and sausages OSWALD (looks sternly at him, then at his wife.) There's something under this, but that the present Is not a time to question. (To ELEANOR) Wife, my mood Is at such height of tide, that a turn'd feather OSWALD. Do not displace it. My grandsire, Erick, doubled human strength, And almost human size-and human knowledge, And human vice, and human virtue also, As storm or sunshine chanced to occupy His mental hemisphere. After a fatal deed, He hung his armour on the wall, forbidding It e'er should be ta'en down. There is a prophecy, That of itself 'twill fall, upon the night When, in the fiftieth year from his decease, Devorgoil's feast is full. This is the era; But, as too well you see, no meet occasion Will do the downfall of the armour justice, Or grace it with a feast. There let it bide, Trying its strength with the old walls it hangs on, Which shall fall soonest. DURWARD (looking at the trophy with a mixture of feeling.) Then there stern Erick's harness hangs untouch'd, Since his last fatal raid on Cumberland! OSWALD. (During the following speeches the Women place Ay, waste and want, and recklessness-a comrade dishes on the table.) OSWALD (to DUrward.) How did you lose your path? DURWARD. E'en when we thought to find it, a wild meteor I had not troubled you. Still yoked with waste and want-have stripp'd these walls Of every other trophy. Antler'd skulls, Axes and breastplates, of the hardy yeomanry- Shows, mid the beggar'd spendthrifts, base mecha nics, And bankrupt pedlers, with whom fate has mix'd him. |