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Friedrich and Friedrich von Flotow + +This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere at no cost and with +almost no restrictions whatsoever. You may copy it, give it away or +re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included +with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org + + +Title: Martha + or, The Fair at Richmond + +Author: W. Friedrich + Friedrich von Flotow + +Editor: Glen Carle + +Translator: M. Louise Baum + +Release Date: January 17, 2012 [EBook #38597] + +Language: English + +Character set encoding: ISO-8859-1 + +*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK MARTHA *** + + + + +Produced by Tor Martin Kristiansen, Dianne Nolan, Joseph +Cooper and the Online Distributed Proofreading Team at +http://www.pgdp.net + + + + + + +</pre> + + + +<h2>The Laurel Octavo Edition</h2> +<h3>Of Famous Operas</h3> + +<h1>MARTHA</h1> + +<h2>LIBRETTO</h2> + +<h4>C. C. BIRCHARD & COMPANY<br /> +BOSTON MASSACHUSETTS</h4> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> + +<h1>HIAWATHA'S</h1> +<h2>CHILDHOOD</h2> +<br /> +<h3>OPERETTA IN ONE ACT</h3> +<h4>FOR UNCHANGED VOICES</h4> +<br /> +<h4><i>60 cents</i></h4> +<br /> +<h3>TEXT BY HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW<br /> +MUSIC BY BESSIE M. WHITELEY<br /></h3> +<br /> +<h4>FOR PERFORMANCE IN GRAMMAR AND HIGH SCHOOLS<br /> +TIME OF PERFORMANCE 40 MINUTES</h4> + +<div class="center"> +<table width="380px;" summary="award"> +<tr> + <td class="inset1"> +<i>Awarded the Prize by "The National Federation<br /> +of Music Clubs' Competition," closing September 1,<br /> +1912, in the Operetta Class (Unchanged Voices)</i> + </td></tr></table> + </div> + +<h5><i>Performed before the</i></h5> +<h4><span class="smcap">National Federation of Music Clubs' Convention</span>,</h4> +<h5><i>Chicago, Illinois, April 25, 1913</i>;</h5> + +<h5><i>under the direction of</i></h5> +<h3>M. TERESA ARMITAGE</h3> +<h5><i>who writes as follows:</i></h5> + +<div class="center"> +<table width="500px" summary="advert"> +<tr> + <td class="inset2"> +"Hiawatha's Childhood is an inspired little work and the best +thus far composed for education purposes. In fact if is worthy of +presentation as a curtain raiser in the leading Opera Houses. It is a +fine piece of musical art, and entirely practicable for schools (Grammar +and High Schools). The children love it, and the work, whether +given with or without action, makes a delightful impression." + </td></tr></table> + </div> + +<hr style="width: 15%;" /> + +<h3>C. C. BIRCHARD & COMPANY :: <span class="smcap">Boston, Mass.</span></h3> + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> + + +<h2>LAUREL OCTAVO</h2> + +<h1>MARTHA</h1> + +<h4><span class="smcap">or</span></h4> + +<h3>The Fair at Richmond</h3> + +<h4>Text by</h4> +<h3>W. FRIEDRICH</h3> + +<h4>Music by</h4> +<h3>FRIEDRICH VON FLOTOW</h3> + +<h4>THE ENGLISH EDITED BY<br /> +M. LOUISE BAUM</h4> + +<h4>THE MUSIC EDITED BY<br /> +GLEN CARLE</h4> + +<h2>C. C. BIRCHARD & COMPANY</h2> +<h3>BOSTON MASS.</h3> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> + +<h3>GEORGE E. LASK</h3> +<h3>MUSIC COLLECTION<br /><br /></h3> + +<h4><span class="smcap">Copyright</span>, 1913</h4> +<h5>BY</h5> +<h4>C. C. BIRCHARD & COMPANY<br /><br /></h4> + +<h4>Stanhope Press<br /> +F. H. GILSON COMPANY<br /> +BOSTON, U.S.A.</h4> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2>The Laurel Octavo Edition of Martha</h2> + +<p>is the outcome of extended and careful work, having for its aim +the presentation of a version of this opera which shall be adapted +primarily for use in schools.</p> + +<p>It is suitable for performance in concert form as well as on the +stage with scenery and in costume.</p> + +<p>Everything of value in the musical score has been retained in +the present edition. All dull and uninteresting numbers and tedious +unnecessary repetitions have been left out, while the valuable +music of the opera has been retained and the same has been +brought together into a harmonious whole.</p> + +<p>The text has been revised and, where necessary, rewritten, and +is superior to the editions now current both in literary excellence +and in the valuable desideratum of "accents" and other adaptabilities +to musical utterance.</p> + +<p>The Laurel Octavo Libretto of MARTHA supplies the dialogue, +stage directions and everything in which the copy for concert +purposes is lacking to make the Opera suitable for stage +representation.</p> + +<p>Costumes may be obtained through the publishers.</p> + +<p>Orchestration of this edition may be obtained from the publishers.</p> + +<p> +<span class="smcap">C. C. Birchard & Company</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2>CONTENTS</h2> + +<div class="center"> +<table border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" summary="Contents"> +<tr><td align="left">NO.</td><td align="left"></td><td align="left">PAGE</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">1.</td><td align="left">"Bright as are the stars of heaven." Chorus, Nancy and Lady Harriet</td><td align="left"><a href="#No_1">1</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">2.</td><td align="left">"Every heart with love inflaming." Nancy, Lady Harriet. Duet</td><td align="left"><a href="#No_2">8</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">3.</td><td align="left">"Lovely cousin, I implore you." Sir Tristan, Lady Harriet, Nancy and Chorus</td><td align="left"><a href="#No_3">13</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">3a.</td><td align="left">"Hither come, linger not." Chorus of servants</td><td align="left"><a href="#No_3a">16</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">4.</td><td align="left">"Come, O maidens fair." Chorus</td><td align="left"><a href="#No_4">30</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">5.</td><td align="left">"O'er my life from boyhood tender." Lionel and Plunket. Duet</td><td align="left"><a href="#No_5">44</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">6.</td><td align="left">"We Anne, Queen of England." Sheriff, Chorus of servants and farmers</td><td align="left"><a href="#No_6">49</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">7.</td><td align="left">"See what grace they show." Lady Harriet, Nancy, Lionel, Plunket. Quartet</td><td align="left"><a href="#No_7">60</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">8.</td><td align="left">"Come in, my pretty maidens." Lionel, Plunket, Lady Harriet and Nancy</td><td align="left"><a href="#No_8">65</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">9.</td><td align="left">"That's the room I mean to give her." Plunket, Lionel, Lady Harriet and Nancy. Quartet </td><td align="left"><a href="#No_9">73</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">10.</td><td align="left">"Come, your tasks await." Plunket, Nancy, Lionel and Lady Harriet</td><td align="left"><a href="#No_10">84</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">11.</td><td align="left">"'Tis the Last Rose of Summer." Lady Harriet and Lionel. Romance</td><td align="left"><a href="#No_11">98</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">11a.</td><td align="left">"Midnight chimes sound afar." Lady Harriet, Nancy, Lionel and Plunket. Quartet</td><td align="left"><a href="#No_11a">103</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">12.</td><td align="left">"Let's be off then, in a hurry." Lady Harriet, Nancy, Sir Tristan. Trio</td><td align="left"><a href="#No_12">109</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">13.</td><td align="left">"Come, can you tell me." Tristan and Chorus of Courtiers</td><td align="left"><a href="#No_13">112</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">14.</td><td align="left">"All we ladies of the court." Ladies' Hunting Chorus</td><td align="left"><a href="#No_14">116</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">15.</td><td align="left">"Gay of heart, I have not known how to weep." Nancy. Aria</td><td align="left"><a href="#No_15">120</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">16.</td><td align="left">"O when she rose fair on my sight." Lionel and Chorus</td><td align="left"><a href="#No_16">125</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">17.</td><td align="left">"How audacious, rude and daring." Chorus and principals</td><td align="left"><a href="#No_17">129</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">18.</td><td align="left">"Heaven forgive this cruel scorning." Lionel, Lady Harriet, Nancy, Plunket and Chorus</td><td align="left"><a href="#No_18">137</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">19.</td><td align="left">"When I first that hand did claim." Lionel and Lady Harriet. Duet</td><td align="left"><a href="#No_19">145</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">20.</td><td align="left">"Now the April days returning." Lady Harriet and Lionel. Duet and Chorus</td><td align="left"><a href="#No_20">152</a></td></tr> +</table></div> +<p><span class="pagenum">[1]</span></p> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h1>MARTHA</h1> + +<hr style="width: 15%;" /> +<h2>ACT ONE.</h2> + +<blockquote><p>(<span class="smcap">Lady Harriet</span>, <i>maid of honor to the queen, has grown listless and +pale, refusing to join in the court revels.</i> <span class="smcap">Sir Tristan</span>, <i>an old +knight, makes love to her; she will have nothing to say to him, +and only asks to be let alone. She is tired of her conventional +life, and longs for some new and strange adventure. The curtain +rises on her richly furnished boudoir.</i> <span class="smcap">Lady Harriet</span> <i>is lying +listlessly on a couch or arm chair, before her dressing table.</i> +<span class="smcap">Nancy</span> <i>is putting finishing touches on her mistress' toilet. The +ladies in attendance are grouped near the door in center.</i>)</p></blockquote> + +<h3 style="margin-top: 3em;"><a name="No_1" id="No_1"><span class="smcap">No.</span> 1.</a></h3> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Chorus.</span> Bright as are the stars of heaven,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Sweet as any April flow'r,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Gay of heart, of gentle bearing,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Bless'd with beauty's radiant dower,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Why so sad and pale with languor<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Grows thy face, O lovely maid?<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Why our friendly circle shunning,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Dost thou sigh alone,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">As were some dawning joy delayed?<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Every splendid gift of fortune,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">All that riches can impart,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Waits upon the maiden's pleasure,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Nothing wins her heart.<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<div class="center">(<span class="smcap">Nancy</span> <i>takes a bouquet of flowers from one of the ladies and offers it to</i> +<span class="smcap">Lady H</span>.)</div> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Nancy.</span> See these flowers Sir Tristan sent.<br /><br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p><span class="pagenum">[2]</span></p> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Lady Harriet</span> (<i>pushing flowers away</i>).<br /></span> +<span class="i7">I've no heart for lovers' folly,<br /></span> +<span class="i7">Every pleasure is at end.<br /><br /></span> +</div> + +<div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Cho.</span> Bright as are the stars of heaven, etc.</span> +</div> + +<div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Nancy.</span> Every splendid gift of fortune, etc.</span> +</div> + +<div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><br /><span class="smcap">Lady H.</span> Ah, there's naught can win my sad and weary heart.<br /></span> +<span class="i4">All your words are vain.<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<div class="center">(<i>Ladies in waiting leave stage.</i>)</div> + +<div class="center">(<span class="smcap">Nancy</span> <i>holds hand mirror before</i> <span class="smcap">Lady H</span>.)</div> + +<h3 style="margin-top: 3em;"><a name="No_2" id="No_2"><span class="smcap">No.</span> 2.</a></h3> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Nan.</span> Every heart with love inflaming,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">You the Queen's gay court adorn,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Tho' from all a tribute claiming,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Think not love alone to scorn.<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Pastimes for your pleasure framing,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">We all labor night and day,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Sorrow still your soul is weighing,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">All your thoughts to sadness bend,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">If I fail in grief allaying,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">In its spring your life will end.<br /></span> +</div> + +<div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Lady H.</span> On my heart 'tis preying, (<i>she sits up</i>)<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Love, wealth, fame, not weighing,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">In its spring time my life will end.<br /></span> +<span class="i4">There's naught that charm to life can lend.<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<div class="center">(<span class="smcap">Lady H.</span> <i>lies back languidly</i>.)</div> + +<p><span class="smcap">Footman</span> (<i>enters, speaks</i>). Sir Tristan of Mickleford, +Member of the House of Lords, Knight honored—</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Lady H.</span> (<i>interrupting</i>). We'll spare you the rest.</p> + +<p>(<i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Sir Tristan</span> <i>with flowers. Bows to the ladies, presents flowers, +which</i> <span class="smcap">Lady H.</span> <i>looks at carelessly and drops on table beside +her. He is an elderly beau very precise in manner. A few of +the ladies return, stealing on the stage to watch the scene, remaining +at rear.</i>)<span class="pagenum">[3]</span></p> + +<h3 style="margin-top: 3em;"><a name="No_3" id="No_3"><span class="smcap">No.</span> 3.</a></h3> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Tristan</span> (<i>sings</i>). Lovely cousin, I implore you,<br /><br /></span> +<span class="i7">Hear my suit and do not chaff.<br /><br /></span> +<span class="i7">I would say that I adore you—<br /><br /></span> +</div> + +<div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Ladies</span> (<i>near door</i>). He's too civil, though, by half,<br /></span> +<span class="i7">He would make a mummy laugh.<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<div class="center">(<span class="smcap">Ladies</span> <i>leave stage again one by one</i>.)</div> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Tristan.</span> Dare I ask you—<br /></span> +</div> + +<div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Lady H.</span> Don't be foolish.<br /></span> +</div> + +<div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Tris.</span> Dare I ask it you—O dear!<br /></span> +<span class="i3">Would you deign—disdain—an offer—<br /></span> +</div> + +<div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Lady H.</span> For my hand—<br /></span> +</div> + +<div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Nancy</span> (<i>aside</i>). To box his ear!<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<div class="center">(<span class="smcap">Lady H.</span> <i>laughs aside with</i> <span class="smcap">Nan.</span>)</div> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Lady H.</span> Ah, Sir Tristan, he at least can make me smile!<br /></span> +</div> + +<div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Nan.</span> Ah, Sir Tristan, he at least can make her smile.<br /></span> +</div> + +<div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Tris.</span> O, see already she is smiling,<br /></span> +<span class="i3">Happy omen, well I know,<br /></span> +<span class="i3">O, if mine could be this treasure,<br /></span> +<span class="i3">Happy man were I, that's so!<br /></span> +</div> + +<div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Lady H.</span> Ah, he can all my woe beguile.<br /></span> +<span class="i4">What a funny old beau, Ah!<br /></span> +<span class="i4">A funny beau.<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p><span class="smcap">Tris.</span> (<i>speaks</i>). Fair Cousin, may I ah—dare hope that you—er—will +so far condescend to me—uh—uh—as to go for a walk in the park?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Lady H</span> (<i>indifferently</i>). Go fetch my fan!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Tris.</span> (<i>brings it.</i> <span class="smcap">Lady H.</span> <i>fans violently</i>). Would it amuse you +to—er—er—let us say—go out for a row on the river?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Lady H.</span> (<i>ignoring him, glances round</i>). It seems very chilly here. +Shut the window—there's a good man!</p> + +<div class="center">(<span class="smcap">Tristan</span> <i>shuts it, trots back to her.</i>)</div> + +<p><span class="smcap">Tris.</span> (<i>rubbing his hands</i>). Shall we go hunting, perhaps? It's a +capital day for it.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Lady H.</span> (<i>fans herself violently again</i>). O, how close it is! Air—give +me air! Open the window.<span class="pagenum">[4]</span></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Tris.</span> Why, I just closed it, at your command. (<i>Stands with +hands spread out in comical dismay.</i>)</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Lady H.</span> (<i>impatiently</i>). Open it, open it—don't you hear? +Quick, air! (<i>very affectedly</i>).</p> + +<div class="center">(<span class="smcap">Tris.</span> <i>runs, trottingly, to open the window.</i>)</div> + +<p><span class="smcap">Nan.</span> (<i>aside</i>). My lord is running for the prize.</p> + +<div class="center">(<i>Here the song of the servants bound for Richmond fair is heard outside.</i>)</div> + +<h3 style="margin-top: 3em;"><a name="No_3a" id="No_3a"><span class="smcap">No.</span> 3a.</a></h3> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Cho.</span> (<i>singing</i>). Hither come, linger not,<br /></span> +<span class="i3">Fate a home shall allot;<br /></span> +<span class="i3">She who works and not shirks,<br /></span> +<span class="i3">Finds her fun, when 'tis done.<br /></span> +</div> + +<div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Lady H.</span> Hear them sing!<br /></span> +</div> + +<div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Cho.</span> Hither come, take your pick,<br /></span> +<span class="i3">We will serve through thin and thick,<br /></span> +<span class="i3">Masters kind, come and bind,<br /></span> +<span class="i3">If we find you to our mind.<br /></span> +</div> + +<div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Nan.</span> It's quite amusing!<br /></span> +</div> + +<div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Tris.</span> Nonsense! you must be mad.<br /></span> +</div> + +<div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Nan.</span> You do not find them funny?<br /></span> +</div> + +<div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Tris.</span> Servants ignorant and bad.<br /></span> +</div> + +<div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Lady H.</span> Ah, but they are gay and happy!<br /></span> +</div> + +<div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Nan.</span> O, the bound girls, I now remember!<br /></span> +<span class="i3">This is Richmond market day.<br /></span> +<span class="i3">Where the servants, flocking yearly,<br /></span> +<span class="i3">Seek new masters, better pay.<br /></span> +</div> + +<div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Tris.</span> Stupid custom!<br /></span> +</div> + +<div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Nan.</span> But 'tis an old one.<br /></span> +</div> + +<div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Lady H.</span> (<i>goes to window</i>). I might join them.<br /></span> +<span class="i4">What a thought!<br /></span> +<span class="i4">How I'd like to go among them,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">See such curious prizes bought!<br /></span> +</div> + +<p><span class="pagenum">[5]</span></p> + +<div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Tris.</span> What a notion! What folly's this?<br /></span> +</div> + +<div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Lady H.</span> Nancy, get the peasant costumes ready<br /></span> +<span class="i4">That we wore at the fancy dress ball.<br /></span> +</div> + +<p>(<span class="smcap">Nancy</span> <i>is busy at chiffonier at one side. Tosses bright colored kerchief +out.</i> <span class="smcap">Lady H.</span> <i>picks it up and throws it over her head as +the singing goes on.</i>)</p> + +<div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Tris.</span> You'd degrade yourself like this?<br /></span> +</div> + +<div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Lady H.</span> Just amuse myself, that's all.<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Hurry Nancy, we must run,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Now at last I'll have some fun!<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Martha (<i>curtseys</i>), Nancy (<i>curtseys</i>) and—old John!<br /></span> +</div> + +<p>(<i>Tosses her kerchief over</i> <span class="smcap">Tristan's</span> <i>head, blinding him.</i> <span class="smcap">Tris.</span> <i>is +bewildered, kerchief hanging over one eye.</i>)</p> + +<div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Tris.</span> Who is John? What old John?<br /></span> +</div> + +<div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Lady H.</span> Who but you?<br /></span> +<span class="i4">You are old John!<br /></span> +</div> + +<div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Tris.</span> I? I old John?<br /></span> +<span class="i3">No that's too much.<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<div class="center">(<i>Snatches off kerchief and throws it down.</i>)</div> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Lady H.</span> Sir Tristan, whene'er the fair we woo, sir,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">With caprices we comply,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Else we see tears fall in showers,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">See, dear John, these charming flowers—<br /></span> +</div> + +<p>(<i>Gives him flowers from his own nosegay. He kisses her hand, puts +flowers in coat.</i>)</p> + +<div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Lady H.</span> Take them, nor my prayer deny!<br /></span> +<span class="i3">(<i>lifts skirt at side and dances a step</i>).<br /></span> +<span class="i4">With the village people dancing,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Nancy's partner you're enroll'd.<br /></span> +</div> + +<div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Tris.</span> No, in sooth I'm far too old.<br /></span> +</div> + +<div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Lady H.</span> Stuff! In spite of years advancing,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Man can do all, if he's bold.<br /></span> +</div> + +<div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Nan.</span> (<i>drags him about stage dancing</i>).<br /></span> +<span class="i3">This way, that way, loosely hopping,<br /></span> +<span class="i3">Each one jigging as he can,<br /></span> +<span class="i3">Lumb'ring, stumbling, never stopping,<br /></span> +<span class="i3">Mighty maze without a plan.<br /></span> +</div> +<p><span class="pagenum">[6]</span></p> + +<div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Tris.</span> Then, I must—<br /></span> +</div> + +<div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Lady H.</span> I command it!<br /></span> +</div> + +<div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Tris.</span> But no, I can't.<br /></span> +</div> + +<div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Lady H.</span> Your paces show!<br /></span> +</div> + +<div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Tris.</span> But my rank,—<br /></span> +</div> + +<div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Nan.</span> How well you stand it!<br /></span> +<span class="i3">That's well I vow.<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<div class="center">(<i>They all dance and the ladies sing la-la-la.</i>)</div> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Lady H.</span> Danced superbly!<br /></span> +</div> + +<div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Nan.</span> What a figure.<br /></span> +</div> + +<div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Tris.</span> I shall soon be out of breath.<br /></span> +</div> + +<div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Nan.</span> Come, more vigor! come, more vigor!<br /></span> +</div> + +<div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Tris.</span> This I'm sure will be my death.<br /></span> +</div> + +<div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Lady H. and Nan.</span> Come, old John, come, old John,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">'Tis we who ask, so come along.<br /></span> +</div> + +<div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Tris.</span> This is too much! I, old John? What I?<br /></span> +</div> + +<p>(<i>All run off stage dancing</i>, <span class="smcap">Tristan</span> <i>between the two ladies, who drag +him.</i>)</p></div> + +<div class="center"><i>Curtain.</i></div> + +<p><span class="pagenum">[7]</span></p> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2>ACT TWO.</h2> + +<blockquote><p>(<i>Curtain rises on Richmond market place. Stall around sides of stage +and back. In foreground, tables and benches; side show of some +funny sort. Tents at one side. Country folk walking about, +farmers and wives.</i>)</p></blockquote> + +<h3 style="margin-top: 3em;"><a name="No_4" id="No_4"><span class="smcap">No.</span> 4.</a></h3> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> + +<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Cho.</span> Come, O maidens fair,<br /><br /></span> +<span class="i3">Yes, come, but come with cheerful looks!<br /><br /></span> +<span class="i3">Handsome is as handsome does,<br /><br /></span> +<span class="i3">The rule that suits our books.<br /><br /></span> +<span class="i3">Hasten, hasten, cheerful maidens,<br /><br /></span> +<span class="i3">Do not linger on the way,<br /><br /></span> +<span class="i3">Soon the Hiring Fair will open<br /><br /></span> +<span class="i3">And advancing is the day.<br /><br /></span> +<span class="i3">Done! once the bargain is agreed to<br /><br /></span> +<span class="i3">Neither can undo it.<br /><br /></span> +<span class="i3">Done! faithful servants, kindly masters,<br /><br /></span> +<span class="i3">Neither then will rue it.<br /><br /></span> +<span class="i3">Neatness is the best of graces,<br /><br /></span> +<span class="i3">Smooth of hair come every one;<br /><br /></span> +<span class="i3">In a row all take your places,<br /><br /></span> +<span class="i3">Soon the choosing will be done.<br /><br /></span> +<span class="i3">If you'll be but quick and neat<br /><br /></span> +<span class="i3">And try to do your best,<br /><br /></span> +<span class="i3">You will find a happy home,<br /><br /></span> +<span class="i3">And the pay of your deserving. Come!<br /><br /></span> +<span class="i3">Find a home, yes, come.<br /><br /></span> +</div></div> + +<div class="center">(<i>Enter serving maids, arm in arm. Farmers go to meet them.</i>)</div> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Servants' Cho.</span> Hither come, linger not,<br /></span> +<span class="i7">Fate a home will allot, etc.<br /></span> +</div> + +<div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Farmers and Wives.</span> Come this way, don't delay,<br /></span> +<span class="i8"> We have waited you many a day.<br /></span> +</div> + +<div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Serv.</span> Oh, not now, but tomorrow,<br /></span> +<span class="i3">We are tired, we are shy.<br /></span> +</div> + +<div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Farmers.</span> Handsome is that handsome does,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">The best rule that ever was.<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p><span class="pagenum">[8]</span></p> + +<blockquote>(<i>Farmers and wives try to bring servants into a line forward on stage. +The servants hold back.</i>)</blockquote> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Serv.</span> Since the day how we have run,<br /></span> +<span class="i3">Now we shall know,<br /></span> +<span class="i3">Just where each girl is going to go.<br /></span> +<span class="i3">Now our journey's o'er and here we rest with you at last,<br /></span> +<span class="i3">After many a mile so long and lone is over past.<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<blockquote><p>(<i>Servants scatter about stage, some lying down as if to rest, as</i> <span class="smcap">Lionel</span> +<i>and</i> <span class="smcap">Plunket</span> <i>enter</i>. <i>They come on talking</i>. <span class="smcap">Plunket</span> <i>is +dressed as a peasant farmer and carries a whip. Lionel is dressed +as a gentleman, but plainly.</i>)</p></blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">Plunket.</span> Here is a jolly howdoyoudo. What a clatter they +make! The farmers are all going to engage servants for the +coming year out of this crowd of chattering hussies. It is a +good thing to take your time to choose, though, for once the +bargain is made you have to stick to it for at least a year. +What do you say, Lionel? Have you picked out your Betsy +Ann?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Lionel.</span> Betsy Ann—what do you mean? (<i>He speaks absently, +slowly, and his demeanor throughout is one of dreamy abstraction. +He is very grave and pensive, altogether a young man +who would be likely to take a love affair very seriously and +perhaps lose his mental balance temporarily over it.</i>)</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Plun.</span> I mean our serving girl. You know mother put it in her +will that we must keep up the farm together. So now like +two good housewives we must fly around and choose a maid. +Her name may be Sally or Katy or Jane, but I shall call her +Betsy Ann! (<i>Laughs.</i>)</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Lio.</span> I shall always remember your dear mother and be grateful.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Plun.</span> Yes, she was a good woman and a good mother, aye, a +good manager, too. She knew how to make the maids attend +to their work.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Lio.</span> But she was kind. She was always so kind to me.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Plun.</span> Yes, she loved you. If you had been her own child she +could not have tended you more anxiously. You were a +mere baby when your father died and left you in our care. +No one could help trying to make up your loss to you, somehow. +If I'd a mind I might have been jealous of you. I was<span class="pagenum">[9]</span> +always the one who got the scoldings. I suppose mother +owed them to me, for I was her own naughty boy!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Lio.</span> You have always been a real brother to me, Plunket. No +helpless child could have had a happier fate than to find home +with you.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Plun.</span> You had no one but mother and me, old chap, don't you +see? What else could a fellow do but try to keep you heartened +up a little? (<i>Laughs with some embarrassment.</i>)</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Lio.</span> And yet even now we do not know who I really am. We +shall never know, unless some day my father's ring (<i>lifts his +hand</i>) may serve to clear up the mystery at last. (<i>Sings.</i>)</p> + +<h3 style="margin-top: 3em;"><a name="No_5" id="No_5"><span class="smcap">No. 5.</span></a></h3> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Lio.</span> O'er my life from boyhood tender,<br /></span> +<span class="i3">You have watched with sheltering care,<br /></span> +<span class="i3">You your all would fain surrender,<br /></span> +<span class="i3">With the orphan child to share.<br /></span> +<span class="i3">You fulfilled a father's duty,<br /></span> +<span class="i3">When he left me to your love,<br /></span> +<span class="i3">Ah, he heard my mother calling,<br /></span> +<span class="i3">Heard her call from heaven above.<br /></span> +</div> + +<div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Plun.</span> Nor his rank nor name he told us,<br /></span> +<span class="i3">Nor the secret dar'd unseal (<i>touches</i> <span class="smcap">Lionel's</span> <i>hand</i>),<br /></span> +<span class="i3">This his ring one day shall tell it,<br /></span> +<span class="i3">All the mystery yet reveal.<br /></span> +<span class="i3">On your finger when he placed it,<br /></span> +<span class="i3">"This may change his fate," he sighed,<br /></span> +<span class="i3">"This my ring the Queen will honor<br /></span> +<span class="i3">Should misfortune e'er betide."<br /></span> +</div> + +<div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Lio.</span> Brother mine, 'mid courtly splendors<br /></span> +<span class="i3">My vain longings ne'er shall rove,<br /></span> +<span class="i3">Ah, no light on earth allures me,<br /></span> +<span class="i3">Save the tender glow of love.<br /></span> +<span class="i3">No strange joys I'd earn for yonder,<br /></span> +<span class="i3">Peace and sweet content are here,<br /></span> +<span class="i3">'Mid the fields are simple pleasures,<br /></span> +<span class="i3">Calm affection, tried and dear.<br /></span> +</div></div> +<p><span class="pagenum">[10]</span></p> + +<blockquote>(<i>A bell from the village church gives the signal for the fair to begin. +Sheriff enters pompously, the farmers and wives and servants +flock after him. He is dressed in wig, hat and robe. He +has a staff of office. A girl is pushed against him in the crowd. +He waves her back majestically, at arm's length and speaks.</i>)</blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">Sheriff</span> (<i>speaks</i>) Let the rabble stand back. Room for the +majesty of the law. Ahem!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Girl</span> (<i>speaks pertly</i>). My, ain't he the big wig, though! (<i>Tweaks +at his wig from behind and pulls it partly off. His hat falls off. +She picks it up and runs.</i>)</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Sheriff.</span> Ouch! (<i>Grabs at wig with one hand and runs after the +girl, shaking his staff at her. Another girl gets in his way; they +dodge back and forth, till she puts her two hands, one each side +of his face and tries to kiss him.</i>)</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Girl</span> (<i>speaks</i>). There, there, old gentleman, don't feel so bad +over a bit of our fun!</p> + +<blockquote>(<span class="smcap">Sheriff</span> <i>ducks to avoid kiss and leaves wig in her hands</i>. <i>He runs +wildly about stage, clutching alternately at his bald head, and at +the wig, which the girls toss back and forth, while he tries to snatch +it. Finally one of the farmers catches it and restores it to sheriff. +He puts it on and some one brings him his hat.</i>)</blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">Farmer</span> (<i>speaks</i>). Young hussies, you must do better than this +when you get to working for us. Behave yourselves, now!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Sheriff</span> (<i>much distressed, almost weeping with rage</i>). I bind you +all over to keep the peace on penalty of 10 shillings fine. +(<i>Pounds with his staff.</i>) Does the majesty of the law mean +naught to ye? Silence (<i>they laugh</i>), you low bred populace. +But what can one expect from populace? Pah! They are +beneath my notice. (<i>Looks scornfully at them while music +begins. A girl laughingly sticks out her tongue at him. He +glares at her. She does it again. He looks hastily away and +then back. She throws him a kiss, and all the rest follow suit. +He scowls, but his face gradually softens into a smirk. The +farmers drag the girls back into a line. Sheriff unrolls a parchment, +that he takes from pocket of his big gown. He sings.</i>)</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum">[11]</span></p> + +<h3 style="margin-top: 3em;"><a name="No_6" id="No_6"><span class="smcap">No. 6.</span></a></h3> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Sheriff.</span> We, Anne, Queen of England, greet ye!<br /></span> +<span class="i4">(<i>Snatches off his hat, farmers do the same.</i>)</span> +<span class="i4">Bonnets off, and mine likewise.<br /></span> +<span class="i4">I no ceremony spare!<br /></span> +<span class="i4">We hereby do recognize<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Ev'ry contract good and sound<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Made in Richmond market bound;<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Every lass who here is hired,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Dating from this very day,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Till the year is full expired,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Must with her new master stay.<br /></span> +<span class="i4">If he pay the money down<br /></span> +<span class="i4">The bargain cannot be undone.<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Have you heard?<br /></span> +</div> + +<div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Cho.</span> We know, sir, it is so, sir.<br /></span> +</div> + +<div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Sher.</span> Now you stand up in a row.<br /></span> +</div> + +<p>(<i>Servants stand in line; he arranges them.</i>)</p> + +<div class="stanza"> +<span class="i3">Tell us, Moll, what you can do.<br /></span> +</div> + +<p>(<i>One maid steps forward a little, bobs a curtsey.</i>)</p> + +<div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">1st Maid.</span> I can darn, sir, I can sew, sir,<br /></span> +<span class="i5">I can milk and I can mow, sir.<br /></span> +<span class="i5">I can bake and mend and make<br /></span> +<span class="i5">And garden beds I can weed and rake.<br /></span> +</div> + +<div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">1st Farmer</span> (<i>steps forward</i>). All for just four pounds a year.<br /></span> +<span class="i5"> Well, at that she is not dear. (<i>Takes girl one side.</i>)<br /></span> +</div> + +<div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Sher.</span> (<i>to next girl</i>). Now, my lass, what can you do?<br /></span> +</div> + +<div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">2d Maid.</span> (<i>curtseys</i>). I can mend, sir, sew a button,<br /></span> +<span class="i5">On old socks new feet can put on,<br /></span> +<span class="i5">I can roast and boil and stew,<br /></span> +<span class="i5">Can churn and chop and also brew.<br /></span> +</div> + +<div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Sher.</span> Five pounds a year,<br /></span> +<span class="i3">'Tis for a song, now!<br /></span> +</div> + +<div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">2d Farmer</span> (<i>steps up and leads her aside</i>).<br /></span> +<span class="i5">Here's my hand, done! Come along!<br /></span> +</div> + +<div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Sher. Come, it's your turn now to speak.<br /></span> +</div> + +<p><span class="pagenum">[12]</span></p> + +<div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">3d Maid.</span> (<i>curtseys</i>). I can clean, sir, I can scrub, sir,<br /></span> +<span class="i5">I'm a good one at a tub, sir,<br /></span> +<span class="i5">Yes, to every sort of work,<br /></span> +<span class="i5">My hand I turn and never shirk.<br /></span> +</div> + +<div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Sher.</span> Kitty Bell and Johnny Snell,<br /></span> +<span class="i3">And Nelly Browne and Sally Towne.<br /></span> +</div> + +<div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Cho. of Servants.</span> How to care for babes I know, sir,<br /></span> +<span class="i8">Bless 'em, I do love 'em so, sir,<br /></span> +<span class="i8">I can take the cows to graze, sir,<br /></span> +<span class="i8">And of poultry know the ways, sir;<br /></span> +<span class="i8">I can bake and boil and brew, sir,<br /></span> +<span class="i8">I can sew on buttons, too.<br /></span> +</div> + +<div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Men.</span> I'm accustomed pigs to keep, sir,<br /></span> +<span class="i3">Also, horses, cows and sheep, sir,<br /></span> +<span class="i3">Pork and beef in brine I steep, sir,<br /></span> +<span class="i3">Yes, and do the mowing cheap, sir;<br /></span> +<span class="i3">I can dig a garden bed<br /></span> +<span class="i3">And make a cabbage grow a head.<br /></span> +<span class="i3">Ha, if you pay the cash,<br /></span> +<span class="i3">We'll work just like a flash.<br /></span> +<span class="i3">Ho, it's very clear,<br /></span> +<span class="i3">All settled for a year.<br /></span> +<span class="i3">Ho, now the deed is done,<br /></span> +<span class="i3">We'll work like fun!<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<blockquote>(<i>The servants flock around him as they sing and gather closer and closer +till he puts his hands over his ears and tries to get away from +them. They crowd around and sing into his face and over his +shoulders.</i>)</blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">Sher.</span> <i>(with hands at ears</i>). Stop your cackling! You'll make me +deaf!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Farmers.</span> We are ready to choose, but one at a time, please.</p> + +<blockquote>(<i>Girls drop back into line; farmers move about among them</i>, +<span class="smcap">Lionel</span> <i>and</i> <span class="smcap">Plunket</span> <i>also, as if bargaining with them</i>. <i>Enter</i> +<span class="smcap">Lady Harriet</span>, <span class="smcap">Nancy</span> <i>and</i> <span class="smcap">Tristan</span> <i>in peasant costume</i>.)</blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">Lady H.</span> Come on, John! Courage man! Nobody's going to +hurt you!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Nan.</span> Come, friend John! Don't look so scared. We'll take care +of you!</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum">[13]</span></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Tris.</span> John? O, im-pos-si-ble! O, pre-pos-ter-ous! I don't +like this one bit. It is most unseemly. Yet—where beauty +leads, love fain must follow.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Lady H.</span> How gay they all seem! They at least are happy.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Tris.</span> I know I am not! I never felt less jolly before (<i>plaintively</i>) +in all my life. (<i>Aside.</i>) I feel as if I were going to cry. +(<i>Face works.</i>)</p> + +<blockquote>(<span class="smcap">Plunket</span> <i>and</i> <span class="smcap">Lionel</span> <i>approach the three and stand at a short distance, +gazing at</i> <span class="smcap">Lady H.</span> <i>and</i> <span class="smcap">Nancy</span>.)</blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">Plun.</span> Jove! There's a brace of darlings!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Lio.</span> Yes, they are very pretty girls.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Plun.</span> Rather slim built for hard work, though.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Lio.</span> They might do house work?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Plun.</span> Yes, they might serve indoors. I don't know—(<i>pauses</i>)</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Tris.</span> See those clodhoppers! How they stare at you. O, do +be persuaded to leave this horrid, horrid place.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Lady H.</span> <i>and</i> <span class="smcap">Nan</span> (<i>together</i>). No, indeed. We like it and we are +going to stay.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Tris.</span> I think those fellows are very suspicious looking characters. +A pair of rogues. Let's go (<i>urging them by taking their arms</i>).</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Lady H.</span> I'm not under your orders, sir. It is my pleasure to +stay. I'll do exactly as I choose!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Tris.</span> Well, I wash my hands of all responsibility. Don't say I +didn't warn you.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Nan</span> (<i>sees that</i> <span class="smcap">Plunket</span> <i>and</i> <span class="smcap">Lionel</span> <i>are watching her</i>). Those +lads have an eye for a good thing, though. (<i>To</i> <span class="smcap">Tristan</span>.) +We'll take all the blame. No one shall say that you led us +into mischief, poor dear!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Lady H.</span> Yes, cousin, you are exonerated. Whatever happens, +be it upon my own rash head. But I will not go! (<i>Emphatically.</i>)</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Plun.</span> (<i>overhears last words</i>). You hear, sir? She will not go +with you. Don't annoy the girls any further. (<i>To girls.</i>) +Call on us if he bothers you. (<i>To</i> <span class="smcap">Tris.</span>, <i>who looks daggers</i>.) +But cheer up! There are plenty more maids yonder. Hi, +girls (<i>turns to the servants</i>). Here's a chap wants a good maid, +and he looks as if he could pay well, too.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum">[14]</span></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Tris.</span> Oh! what a beastly joke! He's taking liberties with me! +(<i>He looks scared and affronted.</i>)</p> + +<blockquote>(<span class="smcap">Lady H.</span> <i>and</i> <span class="smcap">Nancy</span> <i>laugh together over</i> <span class="smcap">Tristan's</span> <i>plight as the +girls come forward and surround him</i>.)</blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">All</span> (<i>chattering</i>). I can mow, I can sew, I can reap, I can +sweep, I can bake and make, I can boil and stew, I can churn +and brew! (<i>All speak different lines from the part just sung and +make a great clatter and confusion.</i> <span class="smcap">Tristan</span> <i>dodges among +them and runs off, the girls following him</i>.)</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Lady H.</span> He has taken refuge in flight!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Nan.</span> Let's hope he won't forget us.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Lady H.</span> (<i>nervously</i>). See those men. They are still looking at +us.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Nan.</span> They seem to have taken a fancy to us, that's plain.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Plun.</span> (<i>to</i> <span class="smcap">Lionel</span>). One of them would be just what we want, I +think—-the younger one, now. (<i>Nods at</i> <span class="smcap">Nancy</span>.)</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Lionel.</span> It would never do to separate them. See how shy +they are.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Lady H.</span> (<i>to</i> <span class="smcap">Nancy</span>). That one seems quite bashful, doesn't +he? I wonder how such peasants talk?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Nan.</span> Bad grammar, for one thing.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Plun.</span> (<i>to</i> <span class="smcap">Lionel</span>). What are you afraid of? Go speak to +them.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Lio.</span> I'm afraid to.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Plun.</span> Silly noodle! Just watch me. (<i>Advances boldly as if +to speak to the ladies, stops suddenly and goes back.</i>)</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Nan.</span> The big one is dumb, too; aren't they stupid! Let's go.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Lady H.</span> (<i>turns to follow</i> <span class="smcap">Tristan</span>). I suppose we'd better—</p> + +<p>(<i>Hesitates and looks back at the two men.</i>)</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Plun.</span> We must not let such a chance slip. Servant girls like +those are not found every day. I have taken a fancy to that +big one and I don't mean to let her get away. Courage, +Plunket! (<i>He advances again, again hesitates, and snapping +his fingers at himself, advances and speaks.</i>) Wait a moment, +girls! We've decided we like you. If you're as smart as +you look you can have a good place with us for years.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum">[15]</span></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Lio.</span> Yes, for years and years!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Lady H.</span> You mean as your servants?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Plun.</span> Of course! What else?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Nan.</span> (<i>laughing</i>). Ha! ha! ha! what a joke!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Lio.</span> What is there to laugh at?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Plun.</span> So long as they do their work, the more they laugh, the +better.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Lady H.</span> <i>and</i> <span class="smcap">Nan.</span> Work! We!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Plun.</span> (<i>to</i> <span class="smcap">Nan.</span>). I'll give you the care of the geese and pigs and +chickens. (<i>To</i> <span class="smcap">Lady H.</span>) You shall have charge of the +garden—weed it, and gather potatoes and corn.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Lio.</span> O come! that's too hard for her. Let her do housework—</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Plun.</span> And darn our socks and mend our shirts? Very well. +We'll pay you fifty crowns a year. For extras there'll be a +pint of ale on Sundays and plum pudding on New Years.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Lady H.</span> Who could refuse such a tempting offer? (<i>Laughs.</i>)</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Nan.</span> Now I know what I am worth, at last! (<i>Laughs.</i>)</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Plun.</span> <i>and</i> <span class="smcap">Lio.</span> (<i>eagerly</i>). You agree?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Lady H.</span> <i>and</i> <span class="smcap">Nan.</span> Yes! yes! We agree! (<i>They shake hands.</i>)</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Plun.</span> It's a bargain! Here's the money down!</p> + +<blockquote>(<span class="smcap">Lady H.</span> <i>and</i> <span class="smcap">Nan.</span> <i>each put the money in their purse, laughing together</i>.)</blockquote> + +<h3 style="margin-top: 3em;"><a name="No_7" id="No_7"><span class="smcap">No. 7.</span></a></h3> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Lady H.</span> <i>and</i> <span class="smcap">Nan.</span> (<i>sing</i>).<br /></span> +<span class="i3">See what grace they show in mien and bearing,<br /></span> +<span class="i3">Of our sport, I'm bound, I say, to see the end;<br /></span> +<span class="i3">Money's paid and we must keep our bargain,<br /></span> +<span class="i3">Men so courteous never will offend.<br /></span> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Lio.</span> <i>and</i> <span class="smcap">Plun.</span></span> +<span class="i3">Two young maids so well set up and charming,<br /></span> +<span class="i3">Ne'er was city girl that equalled these of mine;<br /></span> +<span class="i3">They are jewels, pretty, kind and cheerful,<br /></span> +<span class="i3">Faith, I'll tell them so, and lose no time.<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p><span class="pagenum">[16]</span></p> + +<blockquote>(<i>At close of quartette</i> <span class="smcap">Tristan</span> <i>comes back to stage, evidently exhausted +and much dishevelled; the servants follow him and again surround +him</i>.)</blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">Tris.</span> Oh, I thought I had eluded them! Leave off! Here's +money! (<i>Throws a purse.</i>) Plague on your crazy pack! +(<i>The girls run to divide the money.</i>) Ho! what is this? (<i>He +advances toward</i> <span class="smcap">Plunket</span>, <i>who has hold of</i> <span class="smcap">Nancy's</span> <i>arm</i>.) +You forget yourself! Forbear!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Plun.</span> Who are you? What do you want? (<i>A tussel threatens +between the two men.</i> <span class="smcap">Tristan</span> <i>backs down, afraid</i>.)</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Lady H.</span> There, there! it's all right! (<i>To</i> <span class="smcap">Tristan</span>.) We are +ready to go now. (<i>Takes his arm.</i>)</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Plun.</span> I'd like to see you! With my money in your purse! You +stay with us!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Tris.</span> Fellow! do you know who this is?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Lady H.</span> (<i>aside to</i> <span class="smcap">Tris</span>.) No! no! don't betray me! Think +what a scandal if this got to court! Don't you dare to tell +them who I am!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Nan.</span> (<i>aside</i>). We should be disgraced forever. Rather die than +that!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Tris.</span> Well, come, then. It is time for me to insist. I require +you to come with me. (<i>Tries to lead them off.</i>)</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Plun.</span> (<i>interferes</i>). Not so fast! You belong here. These are +my maids, hired and cash paid in advance! Ask the sheriff!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Sheriff</span> (<i>who has approached during the altercation, after a long +confab with one of the other girls at one side</i>). Have you taken +the money?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Lady H.</span> (<i>draws it out of her purse and flings it at</i> <span class="smcap">Lionel</span>). Yes. +But there it is; I had forgotten it.</p> + +<p>(<span class="smcap">Lionel</span> <i>picks it up and offers it back</i>. <i>She refuses it. He insists.</i>)</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Sheriff.</span> You took it of your own free will and now it is a bargain. +You are bound to serve for one year. Highty, tighty! +Do you think you can play fast and loose with a master in +that fashion? No, no! Bound you are to him and with him +you must go!</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum">[17]</span></p> + +<blockquote>(<i>During final chorus</i> <span class="smcap">Plun.</span> <i>drives up his horse and cart and the +two girls are handed into the cart</i>. <i>They drive away.</i> <span class="smcap">Tristan</span> +<i>tries to follow, but is restrained by the crowd. If the horse and +cart cannot be had, the two girls may dodge about among the +crowd, the men following them, and run off at last, the men +chasing them</i>.)</blockquote> + +<h3 style="margin-top: 3em;"><span class="smcap">No.</span> 7a.<span class="smcap">Finale.</span></h3> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Chorus.</span><br /><br /></span> + +<span class="i2">Now our journey's o'er and here we rest with you at last,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">After many a mile so long and lone is over past.<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<div class="center">(<i>Curtain.</i>)</div> + +<p><span class="pagenum">[18]</span></p> +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> + +<h2>ACT THREE.</h2> + +<blockquote>(<i>The third act opens in the great hall of the farmhouse of</i> <span class="smcap">Lionel</span> <i>and</i> +<span class="smcap">Plunket.</span> <i>At one side of stage at back is an outside door; on +the other side, a window with bench in front of it. Another +door is on the left. There are several chairs. A flight of stairs +goes up from the right side, back corner. Two spinning wheels +stand at rear, and farm tools hang about the walls.</i></blockquote> + +<blockquote><i>During the instrumental prelude the outside door opens and the two +men</i>, <span class="smcap">Lionel</span> <i>and</i> <span class="smcap">Plunket</span>, <i>enter, inviting the girls</i>, <span class="smcap">Lady H.</span> +<i>and</i> <span class="smcap">Nancy</span>, <i>who are behind, to come in</i>. <i>They come in slowly, +hesitatingly, half afraid.</i>)</blockquote> + +<h3 style="margin-top: 3em;"><a name="No_8" id="No_8"><span class="smcap">No. 8.</span></a></h3> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Plun.</span> <i>and</i> <span class="smcap">Lio.</span> (<i>sing</i>).<br /></span> +<span class="i7">Come in, my pretty maidens,<br /><br /></span> +<span class="i7">We've reached our home, you see.<br /><br /></span> +</div> + +<div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Lady H.</span> <i>and</i> <span class="smcap">Nan.</span> O, we are in a pretty fix,<br /></span> +<span class="i8">We only long to flee.<br /></span> +<span class="i8">How safely to escape them<br /></span> +<span class="i8">We'll seek from morn till mirk.<br /></span> +</div> + +<div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">(<i>Girls sit down</i>). O, what a shabby dwelling,<br /></span> +<span class="i8">O, how they'll make us work.<br /></span> +</div> + +<div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Lio.</span> <i>and</i> <span class="smcap">Plun.</span> Now, look alive!<br /></span> +<span class="i7">Of work don't be afraid.<br /></span> +</div> + +<div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Lady H.</span> <i>and</i> <span class="smcap">Nan.</span> There's no hope, I'm afraid.<br /></span> +<span class="i8">We've come to the end of our jest at last.<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<h3 style="margin-top: 3em;"><a name="No_9" id="No_9"><span class="smcap">No. 9.</span></a></h3> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Plun.</span> (<i>points to door at left</i>).<br /></span> +<span class="i3">That's the room I mean to give them.<br /></span> +</div> + +<div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Lady H.</span> <i>and</i> <span class="smcap">Nan.</span> (<i>rising</i>).<br /></span> +<span class="i3">Then good night, then good night.<br /></span> +<span class="i3">(<i>Starting toward door.</i>)<br /></span> +</div> + +<div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Plun.</span> What's that you say?<br /></span> +<span class="i3">First put everything aright.<br /></span> +</div> + +<p><span class="pagenum">[19]</span></p> + +<div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Lady H.</span> O, with cold I'm all a-shiver!<br /></span> +</div> + +<div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Nan.</span> O, I quake in every member.<br /></span> +</div> + +<div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Lio.</span> Both to fainting, seem inclined.<br /></span> +</div> + +<div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Plun.</span> Why, to spoil them you've a mind.<br /></span> +</div> + +<div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Nan.</span> This denouement is provoking.<br /></span> +</div> + +<div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Plun.</span> You've not told us your names yet, my maids.<br /></span> +</div> + +<div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Lady H.</span> <i>and</i> <span class="smcap">Nan.</span> We!<br /></span> +</div> + +<div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Lio.</span> Yes, obey!<br /></span> +</div> + +<div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Plun.</span> Obey at once, no joking.<br /></span> +</div> + +<div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Lady H.</span> Martha is my name.<br /></span> +</div> + +<div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Lio.</span> Martha?<br /></span> +</div> + +<div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Lady H.</span> (<i>looks at him</i>). Yes.<br /></span> +</div> + +<div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Plun.</span> Now, tell yours.<br /></span> +</div> + +<div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Nan.</span> (<i>aside</i>). Mad masquerading!<br /></span> +</div> + +<div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Plun.</span> Don't you know it?<br /></span> +</div> + +<div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Nan.</span> Betsy Ann!<br /></span> +</div> + +<div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Plun.</span> Betsy Ann? I rather like it!<br /></span> +<span class="i3">Come here, my girl: lend a hand then, will you, Betsy?<br /></span> +<span class="i2">(<i>Pulls off his coat and offers it to her.</i>)<br /></span> +<span class="i3">Take my coat and hang it up.<br /></span> +</div> + +<div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Nan.</span> Do't yourself!<br /></span> +</div> + +<div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Plun.</span> You lazy hussy!<br /></span> +</div> + +<div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Lio.</span> Come, you frighten her by scolding.<br /></span> +<span class="i3">Speak more gently, say like that—<br /></span> +<span class="i3">Martha, take away my hat.<br /></span> +</div> + +<blockquote>(<i>Holds it toward her.</i> <span class="smcap">Martha</span> <i>stamps her foot, slaps hat out of his +hand and walks up stage</i>. <i>He, bewildered, hangs up his own hat.</i>)</blockquote> + +<div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Lio.</span> O, how have I offended? I cannot understand.<br /></span> +<span class="i3">Yes, I'm awfully perplexed.<br /></span> +<span class="i3">Why should she act so grand?<br /></span> +</div> + +<div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Plun.</span> Ah, what can be the matter?<br /></span> +<span class="i3">I do not understand.<br /></span> +<span class="i3">Some secret she is screening,<br /></span> +<span class="i3">Her manner is so grand.<br /></span> +</div> + +<p><span class="pagenum">[20]</span></p> + +<div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Nan.</span> Ah, on my dignity I stand.<br /></span> +<span class="i3">They give an order quite off hand!<br /></span> +</div> + +<div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Lady H.</span> To tyranny I'll ne'er give in,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">We'll fight them now, to win.<br /></span> +<span class="i4">He thinks me strange and haughty<br /></span> +<span class="i4">But on my right I stand,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Commanding I must withstand him,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Resist his harsh demand.<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<h3 style="margin-top: 3em;"><a name="No_10" id="No_10"><span class="smcap">No. 10.</span></a></h3> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Plun.</span> (<i>draws spinning wheels to center of stage</i>).<br /></span> +<span class="i3">Come, your task awaits, the whirring wheel and spindle!<br /></span> +</div> + +<div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Lady H.</span> <i>and</i> <span class="smcap">Nan.</span> Set us spinning? We're to spin?<br /></span> +</div> + +<div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Lio.</span> Yes, of course.<br /></span> +</div> + +<div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Plun.</span> So begin.<br /></span> +<span class="i3">How your claims to skill do dwindle.<br /></span> +</div> + +<div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Lady H.</span> and <span class="smcap">Nan.</span> Ha, ha, ha, spin, sir?<br /></span> +</div> + +<div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Plun.</span> (<i>imitating her laughter in anger</i>).<br /></span> +<span class="i3">Ha, ha, ha, so set to work and spin your task!<br /></span> +<span class="i3">What you here for, may I ask?<br /></span> +<span class="i3">Just to hold your hands and chatter?<br /></span> +<span class="i3">What's the matter?<br /></span> +</div> + +<div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Nan.</span> What a clatter.<br /></span> +</div> + +<div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Lio.</span> Pray be calm, now, they're afraid.<br /></span> +</div> + +<div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Plun.</span> Peace! Come, spin! we won't be cheated.<br /></span> +</div> + +<div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Lady H.</span> <i>and</i> <span class="smcap">Nan.</span> How, sir?<br /></span> +</div> + +<div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Lio.</span> What?<br /></span> +</div> + +<div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Plun.</span> Come, come.<br /></span> +<span class="i2">(<i>Places chairs at spinning wheels.</i>)<br /></span> +</div> + +<div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Plun.</span> Be seated. (<i>They sit.</i>)<br /></span> +</div> + +<div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Lady H.</span> <i>and</i> <span class="smcap">Nan.</span> 'Tis done.<br /></span> +</div> + +<div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Plun.</span> Good! Now then, proceed.<br /></span> +<span class="i2">(<i>Imitating sound of spinning wheel.</i>)<br /></span> +<span class="i3">Thrum, thrum, thrum.<br /></span> +</div> + +<p><span class="pagenum">[21]</span></p> + +<div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Nan</span>. I can't, indeed.<br /></span> +</div> + +<div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Lio.</span> Here's the distaff, firmly grasp it (<i>To</i> <span class="smcap">Lady H.</span>),<br /></span> +<span class="i2">'Twixt your fingers seize the skein.<br /></span> +</div> + +<div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Lady H</span>. Must we with wet fingers clasp it?<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Turn it? No, I won't!<br /></span> +<span class="i4">How so? In vain.<br /></span> +<span class="i4">I cannot, I cannot.<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Place yourself then at the wheel.<br /></span> +</div> + +<div class="center">(<i>The two girls rise and the men sit one at each wheel.</i>)</div> + +<div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Plun</span>. We'll make it reel.<br /></span> +</div> + +<div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">All</span>. While the wheel is swiftly spinning<br /></span> +<span class="i3">Round it thus the flax is roll'd,<br /></span> +<span class="i3">But moistened just at the beginning,<br /></span> +<span class="i3">That more firmly it may hold.<br /></span> +<span class="i3">See the wheel so swiftly spinning,<br /></span> +<span class="i3">To thread the flax is thinning.<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<blockquote>(<span class="smcap">Nancy</span> <i>suddenly throws</i> <span class="smcap">Plunket's</span> <i>wheel over and runs off stage +by back door</i>, <span class="smcap">Plunket</span> <i>after her</i>.)</blockquote> + +<div class="center">(<span class="smcap">Lady H.</span> <i>turns to follow</i> <span class="smcap">Nancy</span>. <i>Speaks.</i>)</div> + +<p><span class="smcap">Lady H.</span> Nan—Betsy Ann! O stay with me! Heavens, she's +left me!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Lio.</span> Martha, why are you going? Are you afraid to stay alone +with me?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Lady H.</span> Afraid? Of you? Oh, no. (<i>Smiles, but still hesitates.</i>)</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Lio.</span> (<i>aside</i>). How could I ever have spoken harshly to her?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Lady H.</span> (<i>aside</i>). Where <i>has</i> Nancy gone?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Lio.</span> Martha, I will never again ask any toil of you, or any +service that you dislike. Martha, I never saw any one before +that seemed to me so pretty and so sweet! Are all girls as +lovely as you?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Lady H.</span> Don't you know?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Lio.</span> I never noticed a girl before.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Lady H.</span> (<i>archly</i>). Where have your eyes been?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Lio.</span> Dreaming, I guess. I feel as if I had just awakened to all +the beauty and joy there is in the world!</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum">[22]</span></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Lady H.</span> Alas! and I feel as if I have already learned how shallow +are all earthly joys! (<i>Pensively.</i>)</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Lio.</span> Poor little maid! You have had too hard a life. Such +service has burdened you with care too soon. Here you will +never again have to labor beyond your strength. I would +myself do all disagreeable tasks rather than require them of +you.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Lady H.</span> Oh, I am a good-for-nothing. I never did a real day's +work in all my life.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Lio.</span> You must not scold yourself. Martha is my servant now, +and I would not exchange her for a dozen others.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Lady H.</span> But can you not see that I am not worth my salt? I +shall only be an expense to you. I cannot earn a shilling a +week. See my hands. (<i>Shows them.</i>) Do they look like +useful members?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Lio.</span> (<i>takes them in his hands</i>). So white and soft! Surely never +servant before had such pretty fingers. Not a spot of toil!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Lady H.</span> And so of course they are of no use to you, and you +will not keep me here any longer. You will let them go—this +useless pair of hands?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Lio.</span> I cannot let them go!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Lady H.</span> (<i>tries to withdraw her hands</i>). But if I work they will +become hard and stained. I have never been taught—</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Lio.</span> Never worked before? Then I will teach you and share +your every task. What <i>can</i> you do?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Lady H.</span> I can sing a little.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Lio</span> And you can smile. (<i>He looks at her; her eyes fall.</i>)</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Lady H.</span> Sing and smile! A working maid must do something +more than that.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Lio.</span> If you will stay with me here and smile and sing, you shall +see how pleasant you will find it. You shall have no rough +tasks. You shall have only kindness and happiness. You +shall be like a sister in this house. These little hands will +dispense blessing and peace. (<i>Kisses them.</i>)</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Lady H.</span> (<i>draws her hands away and walks to the door. He follows.</i>) +Is it thus that masters treat a servant? (<i>With dignity.</i>)</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum">[23]</span></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Lio.</span> Forgive me! I have forgotten everything. O, would that +your station were different—or mine!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Lady H.</span> (<i>turns back</i>). My station?—(<i>recollects herself</i>). But I +am only a serving lass! (<i>She laughs and returns down stage.</i>)</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Lio.</span> And so you must do what I bid you. I require of you a +song.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Lady H.</span> Oh, I am too shy to sing.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Lio.</span> (<i>takes the flowers from her dress</i>). I'll exchange this nosegay +for a song. (<i>Music of "Last Rose of Summer" may be played +softly here.</i>)</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Lady H.</span> Ah! you jest.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Lio.</span> No, I command!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Lady H.</span> (<i>coldly</i>). Command, sir?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Lio.</span> Nay, I entreat (<i>kneels, laughingly</i>).</p> + +<p>(<span class="smcap">Lady H.</span> <i>takes one of the flowers he offers, and plays with it as +she sings</i>. <i>He puts the other flowers presently into the breast of +his coat.</i>)</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Lady H.</span> Ah, your entreaty I cannot withstand. (<i>Sings.</i>)</p> + +<h3 style="margin-top: 3em;"><a name="No_11" id="No_11"><span class="smcap">No. 11.</span></a></h3> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Lady H.</span> (<i>sings</i>). 'Tis the last rose of summer,<br /></span> +<span class="i4"> blooming alone;<br /></span> +<span class="i4">All her lovely companions<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Are faded and gone.<br /></span> +<span class="i4">No flower of her kindred,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">No rosebud is nigh,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">To reflect back her blushes<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Or give sigh for sigh.<br /></span> +<span class="i4">I'll not leave thee, thou lone one,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">To pine on the stem,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Since the lovely are faded,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Go sleep thou with them.<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Thus kindly I'll scatter<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Thy leaves o'er the bed,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Where thy mates of the garden<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Lie scentless and dead.<br /></span> +<p><span class="pagenum">[24]</span></p> +<span class="i0">(<i>Aside.</i>) His eyes betray he loves me,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Spite my lowly seeming lot,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">My rank I must remember,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Ah, would 'twere all forgot.<br /></span> +<span class="i4">His heart is true and loyal,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Tie me her loves alone,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">O, would I were the lowly maid<br /></span> +<span class="i4">He longs to make his own.<br /></span> +</div> + +<div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Lio.</span> All my proud rank forgetting<br /></span> +<span class="i3">For the maid I love alone,<br /></span> +<span class="i3">I'd lift her from her low estate,<br /></span> +<span class="i3">And make her all my own.<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p><span class="smcap">Lio.</span> (<i>speaks</i>). Martha!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Lady H.</span> Master!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Lio.</span> My heart can no longer be denied. I have loved you from +the first moment I saw you yonder at Richmond market. +Martha (<i>takes her hand again</i>).</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Lady H.</span> Ah, no, no! (<i>Turns her face away.</i>)</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Lio.</span> Love at first sight! First love at first sight!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Lady H.</span> No more, no more! Oh, be silent!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Lio.</span> Martha, I shall never love woman but you. (<i>Puts his arm +around her.</i>)</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Lady H.</span> (<i>tries to escape</i>). Oh, I must go, I must go! (<i>Pulls away.</i>)</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Lio.</span> Stay and hear me. Stay—and be my wife!—</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Lady H.</span> Oh, what is he saying?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Lio.</span> See, I am at your feet—in earnest now! (<i>Kneels.</i>)</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Lady H.</span> (<i>aside</i>). Oh, how can I elude him? (<i>Begins to laugh.</i>) +Don't think me heartless, but really (<i>affectedly</i>) to see you +kneeling there is so funny!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Lio.</span> But when we are married all difference of birth and station +will be wiped out; you will forget that you were once my +servant; you will have in me forever a slave!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Lady H.</span> (<i>is touched, and then begins to laugh hysterically again</i>). +Ha! ha! ha! This is ridiculous! If you only knew how +funny you are!</p> +<p><span class="pagenum">[25]</span></p> + +<blockquote>(<span class="smcap">Plunket</span> <i>runs on dragging</i> <span class="smcap">Nancy.</span> <span class="smcap">Lionel</span> <i>rises and</i> <span class="smcap">Lady H.</span> +<i>runs toward</i> <span class="smcap">Nancy</span> <i>whom</i> <span class="smcap">Plunket</span> <i>swings on to the stage</i>.)</blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">Plun.</span> There, my girl! Don't you try that game again! Where +do you suppose she was? the vixen! In the kitchen, smashing +dishes, bottles, glasses, everything she could lay her hands on! +She made me look lively, too, before I caught her. My eye!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Nan.</span> If you don't let me go, I'll scratch it out!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Plun.</span> (<i>releasing her</i>). Jupiter! I believe you would! She has +spirit. I confess I like to see it.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Nan.</span> Martha, Martha, what are we going to do? (<i>Twelve +o'clock strikes slowly as they speak.</i>)</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Plun.</span> Pooh! What ails you now? My patience is worn out! +Get to bed, you idle baggage! You are a hard case, that's +easy to see.</p> + +<div class="center">(<i>Quartet follows.</i>)</div> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Lady H.</span>, <span class="smcap">Nan.</span>, <span class="smcap">Plun.</span> +<i>and</i> <span class="smcap">Lio.</span> <a name="No_11a" id="No_11a"></a>Midnight chimes sound afar!<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Lio.</span> If the maid her love refuse me,<br /></span> +<span class="i3">Yet I pledge my faithful heart,<br /></span> +<span class="i3">In her glance faint hope is smiling,<br /></span> +<span class="i3">Bringing comfort ere here we part.<br /></span> +</div> + +<div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Nan.</span> Of our foolish prank I'm weary,<br /></span> +<span class="i3">Tho' in play 'twas fain begun;<br /></span> +<span class="i3">Yet our childish trick is working<br /></span> +<span class="i3">Pain and sorrow to every one.<br /></span> +<span class="i3">So good night!<br /></span> +</div> + +<div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Plun.</span> Now good night and sleep in quiet,<br /></span> +<span class="i3">Tho' you're fractious I am kind,<br /></span> +<span class="i3">Naughty girls to work must settle,<br /></span> +<span class="i3">Learn to mind.<br /></span> +</div> + +<div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Lady H.</span> That to wound his heart I'm fated<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Fills my heart with pity and pain,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Ah, our mad caprice is working<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Pain and sorrow, all in vain.<br /></span> +</div> + +<div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Lio.</span> Though her love she refuse me,<br /></span> +<span class="i3">Yet I pledge my faithful heart,<br /></span> +<span class="i3">So good night, good night!<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p><span class="pagenum">[26]</span></p> + +<blockquote>(<i>Girls go out and close door, before orchestral ending. Then the men +retire after locking the outer door. Girls open their door again, +peep out, run back, and shut door, etc.; then come out again, +watching with finger on lips for interruptions. They speak.</i>)</blockquote> + +<p><span class="smcap">Lady H.</span> Nancy!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Nancy.</span> My lady.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Lady H.</span> This is our chance.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Nancy.</span> What shall we do?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Lady H.</span> What do <i>you</i> say?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Nan.</span> Can we escape so—all alone?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Lady H.</span> We are locked in, besides.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Nan.</span> What an awful time we are having!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Lady H.</span> Awful day—aw-ful-ler night—the day was bad, but +this is worse. We <i>are</i> in a scrape!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Nan</span>, Still—those fellows might be worse! (<i>Looks at</i> <span class="smcap">Lady H.</span> +<i>slyly</i>.)</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Lady H.</span> (<i>with dignity</i>). They are well meaning.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Nan.</span> (<i>archly</i>). And polite.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Lady H.</span> If the Queen should hear of it!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Nan.</span> Good bye us!</p> + +<div class="center">(<i>A noise is heard outside at window.</i>)</div> + +<p><span class="smcap">Lady H.</span> (<i>grasps</i> <span class="smcap">Nancy</span> <i>and they run across stage to their door</i>). +What is it? O who is coming?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Nan.</span> Steps—a voice—help is near!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Tristan</span> (<i>outside whispers loudly</i>). Cousin, cousin!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Lady H.</span> Tristan! O joy! O horrors!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Nan.</span> What will he think?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Lady H.</span> He will scold us—and we deserve it. But he will save +us!</p> + +<div class="center">(<span class="smcap">Tristan</span> <i>enters through the window which girls help him open</i>.)</div> + +<p><span class="smcap">Tris.</span> Yes, here I am, faithful still. Cousin. (<i>Looks around.</i>) +What a vulgar habitation! That I should live to see you in a +place like this. (<i>Shudders.</i>)</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Nan.</span> Hush! You'll wake everybody up.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Lady H.</span> Don't stop to preach. Just go.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Tris.</span> I have a carriage at the corner. Come, make haste.</p> + +<div class="center">(<i>They tiptoe about and sing.</i>)</div> + +<p><span class="pagenum">[27]</span></p> + +<h3 style="margin-top: 3em;"><a name="No_12" id="No_12"><span class="smcap">No. 12.</span></a></h3> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Lady H.</span> <i>and</i> <span class="smcap">Nan.</span> Hasten then, to fortune trust our lot,<br /></span> +<span class="i8"> thee well, thou humble cot.<br /></span> +<span class="i8">'Tis our only chance to fly,<br /></span> +<span class="i8">We'll not stop to say good bye.<br /></span> +</div> + +<div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Tris.</span> Let's be off now in a hurry,<br /></span> +<span class="i3">For their anger we'll not worry,<br /></span> +<span class="i3">'Tis your only chance to fly,<br /></span> +<span class="i3">We'll not stop to say good bye.<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<div class="center">(<i>As the curtain falls they have all three climbed out of window.</i>)<br /><br /></div> + +<div class="center"><i>Curtain.</i></div> + +<p><span class="pagenum">[28]</span></p> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2>ACT FOUR.</h2> + +<blockquote>(<i>A forest. A small inn at left.</i> <span class="smcap">Plunket</span> <i>and several of his farm +hands discovered sitting at table</i>. <span class="smcap">Plunket</span> <i>rises and sings his +song, the men joining in chorus</i>.)</blockquote> + +<h3 style="margin-top: 3em;"><a name="No_13" id="No_13"><span class="smcap">No. 13.</span></a></h3> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Plun.</span> Come, can you tell me, read me the riddle,<br /></span> +<span class="i3">What to our lordly British name<br /></span> +<span class="i3">Gives power and fame—Come, say?<br /></span> +<span class="i3">Ha, 'tis old porter, brown and stout,<br /></span> +<span class="i3">None that is like it round about,<br /></span> +<span class="i3">The Briton's pride, he'll aye confide,<br /></span> +<span class="i3">In porter's power, whatever betide.<br /></span></div> +<div class="stanza"> +<span class="i3">Yes, hurrah, hurrah for old English ale,<br /></span> +<span class="i3">The friend in need who can never fail,<br /></span> +<span class="i3">Hurrah,—tra, la, la, la, la, la!<br /></span></div> +<div class="stanza"> +<span class="i3">Listen my lads and tell me truly<br /></span> +<span class="i3">What in our land you most do prize?<br /></span> +<span class="i3">What's worth your eyes? Come, say?<br /></span> +<span class="i3">Ho! 'tis your nut-brown foaming beer,<br /></span> +<span class="i3">See how it heaps the beaker here—<br /></span> +<span class="i3">The Briton's pride, he'll aye confide, in porter's power, whatever betide.<br /></span> +</div> + +<div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Cho.</span> Yes, hurrah! hurrah for the old English ale, etc.</span> +</div></div> + +<p>(<i>At close of chorus after</i> <span class="smcap">Plunket's</span> <i>song, horns are heard outside,—the +opening strains of the next number</i>. <i>When it stops, at end of +second brace, he speaks.</i>)</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Plun.</span> Aha! the hunt is up. They told me the Queen would +hunt today.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">One of Men.</span> Yes, with all her ladies. No doubt the men-folk +will follow, too!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Plun.</span> Start along, you, then. I'll go in and pay the score.</p> + +<div class="center">(<i>Men leave stage</i>, <span class="smcap">Plunket</span> <i>enters the inn</i>.)</div> + +<p>(<i>As music begins again the court ladies run on in hunting costume. +They wear short walking skirts, caps and high boots, perhaps, and +all carry long spears.</i> <span class="smcap">Nancy</span> <i>is with them</i>. <i>She carries a +whip instead of a spear, and wears a long riding habit draped +up over high boots.</i>)</p> +<p><span class="pagenum">[29]</span></p> + +<h3 style="margin-top: 3em;"><a name="No_14" id="No_14"><span class="smcap">No. 14.</span></a></h3> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Chorus.</span> All we ladies of the court<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Are lovers of sport of every sort;<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Every hunting cry we know,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">As hark tally ho, view tally ho!<br /></span> +<span class="i4">We can handle dart and bow,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">O yes, we can dart after a beau;<br /></span> +<span class="i4">We can shoot and ride and row,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Can play at ball, dance at them all;<br /></span> +<span class="i4">With rings and things we prancing go,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Ho ho! and tally ho! we know,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">And how to catch a beau!<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p>(<i>Girls stroll about stage and sit at table.</i> <span class="smcap">Nancy</span> <i>comes forward +alone</i>.)</p> + +<h3 style="margin-top: 3em;"><a name="No_15" id="No_15"><span class="smcap">No. 15.</span></a></h3> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Nan.</span> (<i>sings</i>). Gay of heart, I have not known how to weep,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">How to be sorry and wan;<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Vigil to keep.<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Yet alas, sighs are my portion and pain,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Tears that flow ever in vain,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Hindering sleep.<br /></span> +<span class="i4">There's a voice speaks in my heart night and day,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">What is the word soft it would say?<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Ah, voice of love so true and deep,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Ah, soul of faith my answer keep.<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Memory still calls one face to my heart,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">O light of my life forever thou art;<br /></span> +<span class="i4">O voice of love so true and deep,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Face so dear, light of my heart<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Forever thou art.<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<div class="center">(<i>She turns to the others who gather round her.</i>)</div> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Nan.</span> Hunters fair, now beware,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Lest you fall into a snare.<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Haste away, don't delay,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Lest you lose your pretty prey.<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Love's a sprite soon takes flight,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Chance and change are his delight;<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Use your eyes, win the prize,<br /></span> +<span class="i4"><span class="pagenum">[30]</span><br /></span> +<span class="i4">Ere too soon he flies.<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Love's a hunter, too, they say,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Draws his bow, alackaday!<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Hit, we're fain to bear the pain,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Flight is vain.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Chorus.</span> Yes, Cupid blind,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Thy darts are swifter far than wind.<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<div class="center">(<i>At end of chorus</i> <span class="smcap">Plunket</span> <i>re-enters from the inn</i>.)</div> + +<p><span class="smcap">Plunket.</span> Halloo! There seems to be good game afoot here. +I'll see if I have any luck at the chase myself! (<i>Walks towards +the ladies.</i>)</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Nan.</span> (<i>looking around</i>). Where can Lady Harriet be? She seems +to avoid society more than ever. She is very unhappy, and +has been so ever since—(<i>addresses</i> <span class="smcap">Plunket</span>) My good +man, can you tell me—(<i>stops in agitation</i>)</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Plun.</span> What, Betsy Ann! You? In these togs!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Nan.</span> (<i>distantly</i>). Well, my good man, what is it?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Plun.</span> I am not your good man! But you are my bad maid! +Just you wait! I'll make you pay for all the trouble you've +given me. What are you doing here in this masquerade?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Nan.</span> Are you crazy?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Plun.</span> No use to pretend! I know you. Come along home with +me!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Nan.</span> (<i>shrieks as he seizes her wrist</i>). Help! Help!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Plun.</span> What a wicked little hussy you are!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Nan.</span> What an impudent big clodhopper you are!</p> + +<div class="center">(<i>The ladies turn back towards</i> <span class="smcap">Nancy</span>.)</div> + +<p><span class="smcap">Nan.</span> Here is game for you, girls. Let's see how he will like your +spears!</p> + +<div class="center">(<i>Ladies surround</i> <span class="smcap">Plunket</span> <i>and threaten him</i>.)</div> + +<p><span class="smcap">Chorus</span> (<i>speaking all together</i>). We'll give him a taste of our +spear points! He won't bother her long! At him, now! +There's safety in numbers! (<i>Repeating.</i>)</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Plun.</span> Gently, gently—Hold on! This is turning the tables in +good earnest. Ouch!!! Those remarks are a little too pointed +for me. (<i>Dodges.</i>) I never expected to see myself run from +a woman, but here goes! (<i>He runs off, the ladies after him, +shouting incoherently, as above.</i><span class="smcap">Nancy</span> <i>enters inn</i>.)</p> +<p><span class="pagenum">[31]</span></p> + +<p>(<i>Enter</i> <span class="smcap">Lionel.</span> <i>He looks more absent-minded and dreamy than +ever. He seems dejected and ill. Murmurs to himself.</i>)</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Lio.</span> I will detach thee from thy frail trembling stem. O thou +lovely rose of summer, thou shalt lie upon my heart, forever +more! (<i>Takes withered flower from his breast and kisses it, +then looks around him.</i>)</p> + +<p>Where am I? I feel that I am near her. Martha, Martha! thou +star of my heart! I see her before me, with her beautiful pure +smile, radiant in youth and sweetness. O Martha, I feel +thee near! (<i>Sings.</i>)</p> + +<h3 style="margin-top: 3em;"><a name="No_16" id="No_16"><span class="smcap">No. 16.</span></a></h3> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Lio.</span> O, when she rose fair on my sight,<br /></span> +<span class="i3">Radiant, lovely, like dawning light,<br /></span> +<span class="i3">Flow'd all my heart forth to her own,<br /></span> +<span class="i3">Tribute to beauty bright.<br /></span> +<span class="i3">Joy reviv'd and my thought<br /></span> +<span class="i3">Sang like woodlands after rain,<br /></span> +<span class="i3">Hope for me shone again,<br /></span> +<span class="i3">Lighting all my hours of pain.<br /></span> +<span class="i3">Gladness made all my heart<br /></span> +<span class="i3">Bright as meadows pearl'd with dew,<br /></span> +<span class="i3">For I dream'd love's sweet dream<br /></span> +<span class="i3">Ever old, yet young like dawn<br /></span> +<span class="i3">And ever new!<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i3">O, when she rose, fair on my sight, etc.<br /></span> +<span class="i3">Martha, Martha, must I lose thee,<br /></span> +<span class="i3">Life has naught can peace restore!<br /></span> +<span class="i3">Thou, my comfort, peace and pleasure,<br /></span> +<span class="i3">Reft of thy sweet looks I die!<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p>(<i>At the close of his song</i> <span class="smcap">Lionel</span> <i>goes to the back of stage and stands +alone</i>. <span class="smcap">Sir Tristan</span> <i>and</i> <span class="smcap">Lady Harriet</span> <i>enter</i>.)</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Tris.</span> The ladies are all out of sight. Why did you leave their +company, fair cousin?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Lady H.</span> (<i>pointedly</i>). Because I wished to be alone!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Tristan.</span> To remain alone—with me?<span class="pagenum">[32]</span></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Lady H.</span> With you?—(<i>laughs a little</i>) Alone or with you—it's +quite the same thing!—-I am low-spirited, that is what I +mean. I don't want to see anybody.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Tris.</span> What should make you so sad?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Lady H.</span> I am sure I know no more than you about it. It is a +mystery even to myself.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Tris.</span> But to remain alone in this secluded spot—is it quite—er—you +know—</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Lady H.</span> But it is exactly what I want. Good bye!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Tris.</span> But I will soon return—soon—soon—(<i>looks back +anxiously as he goes</i>)</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Lady H.</span> Oh, it is so good to be alone, with only my sad memories +for company! But if <i>he</i> were only here—this loneliness +were sweet.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Lio.</span> (<i>wanders down stage and sees her</i>). Ah! that voice!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Lady H.</span> Oh, heaven—what do I see?—</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Lionel.</span> A lady?—</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Lady H.</span> He is here, then—even as I said!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Lio.</span> 'Tis she—even as I said—Martha, Martha!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Lady H.</span> O, what shall I do now? How shall I elude him?—</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Lio.</span> O, Martha, you have come back to me—O, thank heaven, +thank heaven! It is Martha, her very self—Martha, who +ran away from me!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Lady H.</span> O, how can I bear it! what a tragedy is this! To find—again—and +to lose!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Lio.</span> Before mine eyes beheld thee, my heart recognized thee—</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Lady H.</span> Recognized me? Surely you are mistaken, sir!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Lio.</span> No! Every line of your face is graven on my heart. I +cannot be wrong. It is Martha's voice that I hear. There +can be no mistake.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Lady H.</span> You are dreaming!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Lio.</span> If this be a dream, O let me never awake from it! Ah, I +would dream thus forever. Disturb not so sweet a slumber!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Lady H.</span> O go, I beg you go!<span class="pagenum">[33]</span></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Lio.</span> No, no. In my dream let me take your hand, "as I did once—do +you remember? Let me kiss it—thus—to tell my +love.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Lady H.</span> I can no longer tolerate such gross impertinence. Will +you go, sir?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Lio.</span> Wherefore this pretence? Why do you disown me?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Lady H.</span> Hence, peasant clown—begone!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Lio.</span> I, a peasant? I, your master? Patience is thrown away on +you! I have been too gentle. Now I <i>command</i> you to come +instantly with me! (<i>Takes her arm.</i>)</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Lady H.</span> Tristan—help, help!</p> + +<div class="center">(<span class="smcap">Tristan</span> <i>comes hurrying in, afterward followed by the others</i>.)</div> + +<p><span class="smcap">Tris.</span> What has alarmed you? Speak!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Lady H.</span> Help me—save me from that fellow!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Tris.</span> Who dares to—</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Lio.</span> My lord, this is my servant, and I have a right to take her +hence.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Tris.</span> Listen to the brazen impudence of the fellow! It is really +too horrid, don't you know? It fairly makes me shudder. +The most unheard of audacity—Come here—all of you. +(<i>Summoning the rest. They sing.</i>)</p> + +<h3 style="margin-top: 3em;"><a name="No_17" id="No_17"><span class="smcap">No. 17.</span></a></h3> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Cho.</span> How audacious, rude and daring,<br /></span> +<span class="i3">To insult a lady so,<br /></span> +<span class="i3">'Tis a scandal past declaring,<br /></span> +<span class="i3">Off to jail the clown must go.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Lady H.</span> Ah, 'tis agony and rapture,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">That he loves me is too true,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">I'm consenting to his capture,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">O my heart, what can I do?<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Cho.</span> Insolent beyond expression<br /></span> +<span class="i3">Thus upon our sports to break,<br /></span> +<span class="i3">For his terrible transgression<br /></span> +<span class="i3">Signal vengeance let us take.<br /></span> +<span class="i3"><span class="pagenum">[34]</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Lio.</span> Ah, 'tis agony and rapture,<br /></span> +<span class="i3">Thus once more her face to view,<br /></span> +<span class="i3">She's consenting to my capture,<br /></span> +<span class="i3">Break, then, heart, what else canst do?<br /></span> +</div> + +<p>(<span class="smcap">Plunket</span> <i>enters at close of chorus and sees</i> <span class="smcap">Lionel</span> <i>held by men</i>. +<i>Sings.</i>)</p> + +<div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Plun.</span> Hold! Pray tell me what this means?<br /></span> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Lio.</span> Come, defend me!<br /></span> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">(<span class="smcap">Nancy</span> <i>enters from inn</i>.)<br /></span> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Nan.</span> What's occur'd?<br /></span> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Lio.</span> Betsy, too?<br /></span> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Plun.</span> Betsy, too.<br /></span> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Nan.</span> Don't be afraid, my lady.<br /></span> +</div> + +<div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Lio.</span> Lady? Now all is clear.<br /></span> +<span class="i3">All her charm, her kindly manner<br /></span> +<span class="i3">Were caprice and cruel sport<br /></span> +<span class="i3">To amuse a lady's leisure hour—<br /></span> +<span class="i3">O, just heaven, how harsh thou art.<br /></span> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Lady H.</span> Pity for this fellow asking<br /></span> +<span class="i4">His free pardon let me crave;<br /></span> +<span class="i4">In his brain is madness masking,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">That is why his fancies rave.<br /></span> +</div> + +<div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Cho.</span> (<i>starting back</i>). Madness? Madness?<br /></span> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Lio.</span> O, what falseness!<br /></span> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Nan.</span> O, poor creature!<br /></span> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Plun.</span> List, I pray.<br /></span> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Tris.</span> No, no, away.<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p><span class="smcap">Tris.</span> (<i>speaks</i>). Arrest that madman!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Plun.</span> <i>and</i> <span class="smcap">Lio.</span> Arrest him? Arrest me? (<i>He is seized.</i>)</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Lady H.</span> O, this is agony! (<i>Aside.</i>)</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Nan.</span> O, this is too hard! (<i>Aside.</i>)</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Lio.</span> But she agreed to it—she pledged herself.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Lady H.</span> (<i>aside</i> to <span class="smcap">Lionel</span>). In the name of pity, be silent!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Lio.</span> She accepted the earnest money. She bound herself to +serve me for a year.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Cho.</span> (<i>laughing and chattering suddenly</i>). How absurd! Ha! ha! ha! +It really is too funny! (<i>Repeating.</i>)<span class="pagenum">[35]</span></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Lady H.</span> O, but let him be treated kindly. It is plain that the +poor man is distraught. He is out of his senses. He does +not know what he is saying.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Lio.</span> O cruel, O false!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Nan.</span> (<i>aside</i>). Poor fellow.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Plun.</span> (<i>to</i> <span class="smcap">Lionel</span>). A word with you.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Tris.</span> Away, varlet! (<i>Trumpets are heard outside.</i>) The Queen is +approaching!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Lio.</span> The Queen! Ah! her coming brings me hope! (<i>Takes ring +from his finger and gives it to</i> <span class="smcap">Plunket</span>.) This is the ring +which my father left for me. He told you that if I ever +should be in trouble this ring must be presented to the Queen. +She will recognize it and will send me aid at once. Now is +the hour which my father foresaw—O, unhappy day! Now +is the hour to redeem the pledge he left with us, the pledge +of his honor and mine. (<i>Turns to</i> <span class="smcap">Lady H.</span> <i>and gazes at her +longingly</i>.) As for you, how shall I bear the memory of your +treachery? (<i>Sings.</i>)</p> + +<h3 style="margin-top: 3em;"><a name="No_18" id="No_18"><span class="smcap">No. 18. Finale.</span></a></h3> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Lio.</span> Heav'n forgive this cruel scorning,<br /></span> +<span class="i3">All my anguish pardon you,<br /></span> +<span class="i3">You, my life's one best beloved,<br /></span> +<span class="i3">Teach me hearts can prove untrue.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Lady H.</span> Heav'n forgive my faithless heart,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Forgive my scorning,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">All his anguish pardon me.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Lio.</span> Cruel girl, does it add to your joy<br /></span> +<span class="i3">To wound the heart that loves you well?<br /></span> +<span class="i3">My wild grief, my deep despairing,<br /></span> +<span class="i3">Must my love and madness tell.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Cho.</span> Just rebuke of his offences,<br /></span> +<span class="i3">Shall not cause so much dismay.<br /></span> +<span class="i3">Off to prison let's despatch him,<br /></span> +<span class="i3">So our sport no longer delay.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span><span class="smcap">Lady H.</span> Ah, I wound a heart that loves me well.<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p>(<i>Curtain falls as</i> <span class="smcap">Lionel</span> <i>is led off under arrest, and</i> <span class="smcap">Lady H.</span> <i>steps +into a sedan chair which has been brought on</i>. <i>Tableau.</i>)<span class="pagenum">[36]</span></p> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2>ACT FIVE.</h2> + +<p>(<i>Curtain rises on Richmond fair scene, set as before. The courtiers, +all dressed as farmers and maid servants, are standing about.</i>)</p> + +<h3 style="margin-top: 3em;"><span class="smcap">No.</span> 18a.</h3> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Cho.</span> I can sew, sir, I can scrub, sir,<br /></span> +<span class="i3">I'm a good one at a tub, sir,<br /></span> +<span class="i3">Yes, to every sort of work<br /></span> +<span class="i3">My hand I turn and never shirk, etc. (<i>as before</i>).<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p>(<span class="smcap">Lady Harriet</span>, <span class="smcap">Nancy</span> <i>and</i> <span class="smcap">Plunket</span> <i>enter and come down front +while chorus sings</i>. <span class="smcap">Lionel</span> <i>enters from the other side and wanders +about among the booths, not looking at anything or anyone, +wrapped in a deep reverie</i>. <i>He is plainly distraught, utterly +unbalanced by the sad experience he has had.</i> <span class="smcap">Lady H.</span> <i>and</i> +<span class="smcap">Nan.</span> <i>are in their hunting costumes</i>.)</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Plun.</span> Poor Lionel! He seems quite lost to me! He avoids me, +seeks solitude, or if he does approach his fellow men he utterly +ignores their presence, as now.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Nancy.</span> Does he seem to have no moments when he knows you?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Plun.</span> Not so far. Ever since the Queen recognized the ring I +gave her and restored him to his rightful place and name as +Earl of Derby he seems to think he is no more himself. All +the past is wiped away from his thought and he wanders +about in a daze or dream.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Lady H.</span> And I am the one who is to blame!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Plun.</span> Yes—and no. Nancy here did by me much what you +did by Lionel, but it did not drive me crazy. So after all it +is partly Lionel's strange nature that is to blame. He was +always a queer lad, sensitive to a fault.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Nan.</span> Did you really think I meant the girls to stick their spears +into you? I was furious with them!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Lady H.</span> It was my hope that if Lionel found himself again in +the midst of this familiar scene where first we met he might +recognize me and come to himself again.<span class="pagenum">[37]</span></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Nancy.</span> But not when you are in those clothes. This is the +costume you wore when you were so cruel to him.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Lady H.</span> That is true. I had forgotten, in my zeal to get all +the rest of them ready. But here he comes. O, Lionel, don't +you know me? (<i>He repulses her.</i>)</p> + +<h3 style="margin-top: 3em;"><a name="No_19" id="No_19"><span class="smcap">No. 19.</span></a></h3> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Lio.</span> When I first that hand did claim,<br /></span> +<span class="i3">Was I not repulsed with laughter?<br /></span> +<span class="i3">Did that hand not heavy chains<br /></span> +<span class="i3">Heap upon me, heedless after?<br /></span> +<span class="i3">No, this hand which yesterday,<br /></span> +<span class="i3">But yesterday did drive me forth,<br /></span> +<span class="i3">Though today 'tis kind again<br /></span> +<span class="i3">Ah, to me 'tis nothing worth!<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Lady H.</span> O, he is cruel!<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Lio.</span> Love is turned to hate!<br /></span> +<span class="i3">I thought her sent by heav'n to bless,<br /></span> +<span class="i3">To shed around her happiness;<br /></span> +<span class="i3">What deep and glowing ecstasy<br /></span> +<span class="i3">Filled all my heart<br /></span> +<span class="i3">When first she smiled on me!<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Lady H.</span> Oh, can these eyes, grown dim with grief,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">And wan with tears, seek to betray you?<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Oh, doubt me not, for I am thine.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Lio.</span> I ne'er again can call thee mine!<br /></span> +<span class="i3">Dead for aye my trust in thee<br /></span> +<span class="i3">Hateful art thou grown to me!<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p>(<span class="smcap">Lionel</span> <i>rushes of the stage</i>. <span class="smcap">Lady H.</span> <i>sinks weeping into the arms +of</i> <span class="smcap">Nancy</span>.)</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Plun.</span> Courage, my lady! I see in this very frenzy a hopeful +change. His apathy and indifference were far worse. At +least you waked him up. Better luck next time.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Nan.</span> Go, my lady, and come back again in the simple little dress +of Martha. When he sees you so it will call up the old memories +and then—if you sing to him—surely his strange hallucination +will not continue. (<span class="smcap">Lady H.</span> <i>goes off</i>.)</p> +<p><span class="pagenum">[38]</span></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Plun.</span> Poor lass, my heart aches for her—or it would, if it were +not so busy aching for itself.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Nan.</span> Yes, it is hardest of all for you—you have loved Lord +Lionel so long.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Plun.</span> To tell the truth I was not thinking wholly of Lionel, either!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Nan.</span> (<i>demurely</i>). You have troubles of your own?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Plun.</span> You know very well what I mean!—I shall be so lonely +when he leaves me to go and live on his grand estates.—Will +you think of me sometimes, Miss Nancy, sitting all alone in +my poor farmhouse?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Nan.</span> Ye-es, perhaps—I don't know. I shall think how you +sit and si-i-igh—like that. (<i>Sighs in mock-serious fashion.</i>) +Ah-h-h!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Plun.</span> You needn't laugh. It is a serious matter. I am very +much to be pitied.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Nan.</span> If you could only—(<i>hesitates</i>)</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Plun.</span> What is she going to say now, the witch? (<i>Aside.</i>)</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Nan.</span> If you could—couldn't you get some one to come and live +with you—a friend, perhaps—or even—a wife—now! +Just let your imagination work a little.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Plun.</span> That's so, I <i>might</i> get somebody to marry me! That would +be a good idea. I have a pretty neighbor—a farmer's +daughter—</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Nan.</span> O, indeed! A farmer's daughter? A good steady girl, +I've no doubt, who would always do exactly what you told +her. That's an excellent idea. Marry her by all means!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Plun.</span> Will you dance at the wedding?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Nan.</span> Certainly—and who with a lighter heart? Remember to +send me an invitation.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Plun.</span> No, I won't, you little minx!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Nan.</span> Won't invite me?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Plun.</span> Won't marry her.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Nan.</span> Why not?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Plun.</span> I am not in love with her.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Nan.</span> But you will find plenty of other handsome lasses.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Plun.</span> The more I search, the less I find.</p> +<p><span class="pagenum">[39]</span></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Nan.</span> O, indeed. How unfortunate—for the girls!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Plun.</span> None of them suit me. You see, I had a maid once—a +little serving maid—the gayest, prettiest creature—but she +ran away from me—</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Nan.</span> Perhaps you were not kind to her?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Plun.</span> Kind, I? I was kindness itself! I was <i>too</i> kind! I <i>killed</i> +her with kindness!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Nan.</span> Well, that's the trouble, then. A girl needs a good firm +upstanding sort of a way, to keep her in her place. Don't be +too easy,—take my advice. But tell me about your servant.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Plun.</span> O, I don't know as she was so much, after all. But I found +her amusing. She was a well-meaning sort of creature, and +rather good looking, but she couldn't do a thing! She could +not knit or spin, she could only laugh and joke.—But ignorant +as she was, she knew one thing.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Nan.</span> What was that?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Plun.</span> How to make me miss her!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Nan.</span> Perhaps she misses you!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Plun.</span> (<i>starts toward her</i>). Nancy—my little Betsy Ann!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Nan.</span> And though she does not know the things you say, though +she is a poor silly creature who never did a useful thing in all +her life—could she not learn?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Plun.</span> Don't torment me, girl. Do you mean what you say?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Nan.</span> (<i>laughing at him</i>). Certainly I mean it. What clever +girl could not learn those things—if she really—</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Plun.</span> Really—what?—</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Nan.</span> O, if it were worth while!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Plun.</span> O Nancy, is it worth while?—But no, we must not think +of ourselves while Lionel is in such a state—my poor Lionel! +Until he is right again my home is his.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Nan.</span> (<i>walking off a little stiffly</i>). O, keep your old home! Nobody +wants it!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Plun.</span> (<i>goes after her and speaks in her ear</i>). I mean to keep it—and +you!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Nan.</span> If you can!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Plun.</span> I can. A voice whispers in my heart!</p> +<p><span class="pagenum">[40]</span></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Nan.</span> What is the voice that whispers in your heart?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Plun.</span> It is the voice of love.</p> + +<p>(<span class="smcap">Lady H.</span> <i>returns in peasant costume</i>. <i>She goes up to the groups of +farmers and begins to arrange them in the old order. Speaks.</i>)</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Lady H.</span> Arrange everything just as it was before. Bring the +big chair for the sheriff. Don't look at Lionel. Pretend to +be all occupied with the business of the day.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Nan.</span> (<i>looking off</i>). Here he comes, with his sad and gentle +look. Sing to him, my lady.</p> + +<div class="center">(<i>Music begins with</i> <span class="smcap">Nancy's</span> <i>speech</i>. <span class="smcap">Lady H.</span> <i>sings</i>.)</div> + +<h3 style="margin-top: 3em;"><a name="No_20" id="No_20"><span class="smcap">No. 20.</span></a></h3> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Lady H.</span> Now the April day returning<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Girds the earth with living green;<br /></span> +<span class="i4">As the moon shines clearer, fairer,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Spring's new loveliness is seen.<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Laughing flowers that gem the meadows,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">With the stars in beauty vie,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">While the nightingale with singing,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Tells his love to earth and sky.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Lio.</span> Heaven! Martha's singing!<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Lady H.</span> (<i>approaches him timidly</i>). See, 'tis Martha.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Cho.</span> See, he knows her! Sadly, but mildly<br /></span> +<span class="i3">Meets her glances<br /></span> +<span class="i3">And our advances.<br /></span> +</div> + +<div class="center">(<span class="smcap">Lionel</span> <i>moves about among the supposed servants in wonderment</i>.)</div> + +<div class="center">(<span class="smcap">Nancy</span> <i>steps from among them</i>.)</div> + +<div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Nan.</span> Now hither troop both young and old<br /></span> +<span class="i3">The village clock the hour has told!<br /></span> +<span class="i3">I can darn, sir, I can sew, sir,<br /></span> +<span class="i3">I can milk and I can mow, sir,<br /></span> +<span class="i3">I can bake and mend and make,<br /></span> +<span class="i3">And garden beds can hoe and rake.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Cho.</span> Yes, I can clean, sir, I can scrub, sir,<br /></span> +<span class="i3">I'm a good one at the tub, sir (<i>etc., as before</i>).<br /></span></div> +<p><span class="pagenum">[41]</span></p> + +<div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Plun.</span> (<i>to</i> <span class="smcap">Lionel</span>). Come, this way,<br /></span> +<span class="i3">We'll choose a servant;<br /></span> +<span class="i3">Come with me.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Lio.</span> (<i>passes his hand over his brow in bewilderment</i>).<br /> +O, what is it?<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Plun.</span> Why, the servants<br /></span> +<span class="i3">Who at Richmond market gather.<br /></span> +<span class="i3">Come, then, choose which one you'd rather.<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p>(<i>They approach</i> <span class="smcap">Lady Harriet</span> <i>and</i> <span class="smcap">Nancy</span>. <span class="smcap">Lionel</span> <i>stands and +gazes at</i> <span class="smcap">Lady H.</span> <i>He speaks.</i>)</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Lio.</span> (<i>perplexed</i>). Martha, Martha! Is it you? Tell me that this +is indeed you! Tell me that it is no dream. We are together +at last!</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Lady H.</span> Lionel, I am Martha, and your humble, loving servant. +You know what has come to you, fortune and a splendid +name. But before I knew of this, my heart repented. I was +ready to go to you in your prison and claim you as my love. +Then you were set free without my aid—O wretched, cruel +girl that I was! Lionel, I am fairly punished for my worldly +pride, my cruel impulse. But life is hard for girls. Think +how they might all have scorned me if I confessed to having +been a servant! But now I care for nothing—only you.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Lio.</span> Let all the past be forgotten. Joy smiles at last. At last +my dreams have all come true.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Plun.</span> (<i>to</i> <span class="smcap">Nancy</span>). And what can you do, you useless bit of baggage?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Nancy</span> (<i>hums</i>). I can cook, sir, I can bake, sir,—</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Plun.</span> (<i>laughing</i>). You are jesting. You are my own little good-for-nothing.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Nan.</span> If my master is obstinate—I can bring him to reason.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Plun.</span> You will suit me, after all. You will make an excellent +farmer's wife. Come along.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Nan.</span> There! (<i>She boxes his ear.</i>) Take that as an earnest.</p> + +<div class="center"><span class="smcap">Lady H.</span> <i>sings</i>.</div> +<p><span class="pagenum">[42]</span></p> + +<h3 style="margin-top: 3em;"><span class="smcap">No. 21. Finale.</span></h3> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Lady H.</span> Now the April days returning<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Gird the Spring in living green.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Lio.</span> As the moon shines clearer, fairer,<br /></span> +<span class="i3">Spring's new loveliness is seen.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Lady H.</span> <i>and</i> <span class="smcap">Lio.</span> While the nightingale with singing,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Tells his love to earth and sky,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Sounds at last love's hour of promise,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Hour of hope and nuptial joy.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Cho.</span> Sounds at last love's hour of promise,<br /></span> +<span class="i3">Hour of hope and nuptial joy.<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<div class="center"><i>Curtain.</i><br /><br /></div> + +<div class="center"><span class="smcap">End.</span><br /><br /></div> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><i>LOVE'S SACRIFICE</i></h2> + +<div class="center"><i>A Pastoral Opera In One Act<br /> +For Mixed or Unchanged Voices</i></div> + +<hr style="width: 25%;" /> + +<div class="center"><i>Libretto by DAVID STEVENS</i></div> + +<div class="center"><i>Music by GEORGE W. 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—</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">QUEEN OF THE GARDEN (Operetta) Bullard</td><td align="right">.60</td><td> </td><td> </td><td> L G & H</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">SPRING RAPTURE (Cantata) <i>Vocal Edition</i> Gaul</td><td align="right">.20</td><td> </td><td> </td><td> G & —</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"> <i>Piano Edition</i></td><td align="right">.65</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">WRECK OF THE HESPERUS (Cantata) Mills</td><td align="right">.50</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"> School editions of Carmen, Tannhauser, Martha, Bohemian Girl, Aida, Il Trovatore.</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">MASTER MUSICIAN SERIES Earhart and Birge</td><td align="right">.20</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">MASTERPIECES OF DRAMATIC MUSIC (Selections from Standard Operas)</td></tr> +</table></div> + +<div class="center">C. C. BIRCHARD & COMPANY, Boston, Mass.</div> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> + +<div class='tnote'><h3>Transcriber's Notes:</h3> +<p>Punctuation corrected without comment.<br /> +Archaic spellings retained.<br /> +The "Page" numbers in the Table of Contents are probably the page numbers from the original book, from which this book was rewritten, and do not refer to actual +pages in this book. The links connect to the actual songs listed in the TOC.<br /> +In Advertisement on last page, the right side of page was cut off, last letter not +discernible, replaced with em-dash.</p> +</div> + + + + + + + + +<pre> + + + + + +End of Project Gutenberg's Martha, by W. 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You may copy it, give it away or +re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included +with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org + + +Title: Martha + or, The Fair at Richmond + +Author: W. Friedrich + Friedrich von Flotow + +Editor: Glen Carle + +Translator: M. Louise Baum + +Release Date: January 17, 2012 [EBook #38597] + +Language: English + +Character set encoding: ASCII + +*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK MARTHA *** + + + + +Produced by Tor Martin Kristiansen, Dianne Nolan, Joseph +Cooper and the Online Distributed Proofreading Team at +http://www.pgdp.net + + + + + + + + The Laurel Octavo Edition + Of Famous Operas + + MARTHA + + LIBRETTO + + C. C. BIRCHARD & COMPANY + BOSTON MASSACHUSETTS + + + + + HIAWATHA'S + CHILDHOOD + + OPERETTA IN ONE ACT + FOR UNCHANGED VOICES + + _60 cents_ + + TEXT BY HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW + MUSIC BY BESSIE M. WHITELEY + + FOR PERFORMANCE IN GRAMMAR AND HIGH SCHOOLS + TIME OF PERFORMANCE 40 MINUTES + + _Awarded the Prize by "The National Federation + of Music Clubs' Competition," closing September 1, + 1912, in the Operetta Class (Unchanged Voices)_ + + _Performed before the_ + NATIONAL FEDERATION OF MUSIC CLUBS' CONVENTION, + _Chicago, Illinois, April 25, 1913;_ + + _under the direction of_ + M. TERESA ARMITAGE + _who writes as follows:_ + + "Hiawatha's Childhood is an inspired little work and the best + thus far composed for education purposes. In fact if is worthy of + presentation as a curtain raiser in the leading Opera Houses. It is a + fine piece of musical art, and entirely practicable for schools (Grammar + and High Schools). The children love it, and the work, whether + given with or without action, makes a delightful impression." + + C. C. BIRCHARD & COMPANY :: BOSTON, MASS. + + + + + LAUREL OCTAVO + + MARTHA + + OR + + The Fair at Richmond + + Text by + W. FRIEDRICH + + Music by + FRIEDRICH VON FLOTOW + + THE ENGLISH EDITED BY + M. LOUISE BAUM + + THE MUSIC EDITED BY + GLEN CARLE + + C. C. BIRCHARD & COMPANY + BOSTON MASS. + + GEORGE E. LASK + MUSIC COLLECTION + + COPYRIGHT, 1913 + BY + C. C. BIRCHARD & COMPANY + + Stanhope Press + F. H. GILSON COMPANY + BOSTON, U.S.A. + + + + +The Laurel Octavo Edition of Martha + + +is the outcome of extended and careful work, having for its aim +the presentation of a version of this opera which shall be adapted +primarily for use in schools. + +It is suitable for performance in concert form as well as on the +stage with scenery and in costume. + +Everything of value in the musical score has been retained in +the present edition. All dull and uninteresting numbers and tedious +unnecessary repetitions have been left out, while the valuable +music of the opera has been retained and the same has been +brought together into a harmonious whole. + +The text has been revised and, where necessary, rewritten, and +is superior to the editions now current both in literary excellence +and in the valuable desideratum of "accents" and other adaptabilities +to musical utterance. + +The Laurel Octavo Libretto of MARTHA supplies the dialogue, +stage directions and everything in which the copy for concert +purposes is lacking to make the Opera suitable for stage +representation. + +Costumes may be obtained through the publishers. + +Orchestration of this edition may be obtained from the publishers. + +C. C. BIRCHARD & COMPANY + + + + +CONTENTS + + + NO. PAGE + + 1. "Bright as are the stars of heaven." Chorus, Nancy and + Lady Harriet 1 + + 2. "Every heart with love inflaming." Nancy, Lady Harriet. + Duet 8 + + 3. "Lovely cousin, I implore you." Sir Tristan, Lady Harriet, + Nancy and Chorus 13 + + 3a. "Hither come, linger not." Chorus of servants 16 + + 4. "Come, O maidens fair." Chorus 30 + + 5. "O'er my life from boyhood tender." Lionel and Plunket. + Duet 44 + + 6. "We Anne, Queen of England." Sheriff, Chorus of servants + and farmers 49 + + 7. "See what grace they show." Lady Harriet, Nancy, Lionel, + Plunket. Quartet 60 + + 8. "Come in, my pretty maidens." Lionel, Plunket, Lady + Harriet and Nancy 65 + + 9. "That's the room I mean to give her." Plunket, Lionel, Lady + Harriet and Nancy. Quartet 73 + + 10. "Come, your tasks await." Plunket, Nancy, Lionel and Lady + Harriet 84 + + 11. "'Tis the Last Rose of Summer." Lady Harriet and Lionel. + Romance 98 + + 11a. "Midnight chimes sound afar." Lady Harriet, Nancy, Lionel + and Plunket. Quartet 103 + + 12. "Let's be off then, in a hurry." Lady Harriet, Nancy, + Sir Tristan. Trio 109 + + 13. "Come, can you tell me." Tristan and Chorus of Courtiers 112 + + 14. "All we ladies of the court." Ladies' Hunting Chorus 116 + + 15. "Gay of heart, I have not known how to weep." Nancy. Aria 120 + + 16. "O when she rose fair on my sight." Lionel and Chorus 125 + + 17. "How audacious, rude and daring." Chorus and principals 129 + + 18. "Heaven forgive this cruel scorning." Lionel, Lady + Harriet, Nancy, Plunket and Chorus 137 + + 19. "When I first that hand did claim." Lionel and Lady + Harriet. Duet 145 + + 20. "Now the April days returning." Lady Harriet and Lionel. + Duet and Chorus 152 + + + + +MARTHA + + + + +ACT ONE. + + +(LADY HARRIET, _maid of honor to the queen, has grown listless and + pale, refusing to join in the court revels._ SIR TRISTAN, _an old + knight, makes love to her; she will have nothing to say to him, + and only asks to be let alone. She is tired of her conventional + life, and longs for some new and strange adventure. The curtain + rises on her richly furnished boudoir._ LADY HARRIET _is lying + listlessly on a couch or arm chair, before her dressing table._ + NANCY _is putting finishing touches on her mistress' toilet. The + ladies in attendance are grouped near the door in center._) + + +NO. 1. + + CHORUS. Bright as are the stars of heaven, + Sweet as any April flow'r, + Gay of heart, of gentle bearing, + Bless'd with beauty's radiant dower, + Why so sad and pale with languor + Grows thy face, O lovely maid? + Why our friendly circle shunning, + Dost thou sigh alone, + As were some dawning joy delayed? + Every splendid gift of fortune, + All that riches can impart, + Waits upon the maiden's pleasure, + Nothing wins her heart. + +(NANCY _takes a bouquet of flowers from one of the ladies and offers + it to_ LADY H.) + + NANCY. See these flowers Sir Tristan sent. + + LADY HARRIET (_pushing flowers away_). + I've no heart for lovers' folly, + Every pleasure is at end. + + CHO. Bright as are the stars of heaven, etc. + + NANCY. Every splendid gift of fortune, etc. + + LADY H. Ah, there's naught can win my sad and weary heart. + All your words are vain. + +(_Ladies in waiting leave stage._) + +(NANCY _holds hand mirror before_ LADY H.) + + +NO. 2. + + NAN. Every heart with love inflaming, + You the Queen's gay court adorn, + Tho' from all a tribute claiming, + Think not love alone to scorn. + Pastimes for your pleasure framing, + We all labor night and day, + Sorrow still your soul is weighing, + All your thoughts to sadness bend, + If I fail in grief allaying, + In its spring your life will end. + + LADY H. On my heart 'tis preying, (_she sits up_) + Love, wealth, fame, not weighing, + In its spring time my life will end. + There's naught that charm to life can lend. + +(LADY H. _lies back languidly_.) + +FOOTMAN (_enters, speaks_). Sir Tristan of Mickleford, + Member of the House of Lords, Knight honored-- + +LADY H. (_interrupting_). We'll spare you the rest. + +(_Enter_ SIR TRISTAN _with flowers. Bows to the ladies, presents + flowers, which_ LADY H. _looks at carelessly and drops on table + beside her. He is an elderly beau very precise in manner. A few of + the ladies return, stealing on the stage to watch the scene, + remaining at rear._) + + +NO. 3. + + TRISTAN (_sings_). Lovely cousin, I implore you, + Hear my suit and do not chaff. + I would say that I adore you-- + + LADIES (_near door_). He's too civil, though, by half, + He would make a mummy laugh. + +(LADIES _leave stage again one by one_.) + + TRISTAN. Dare I ask you-- + + LADY H. Don't be foolish. + + TRIS. Dare I ask it you--O dear! + Would you deign--disdain--an offer-- + + LADY H. For my hand-- + + NANCY (_aside_). To box his ear! + +(LADY H. _laughs aside with_ NAN.) + + LADY H. Ah, Sir Tristan, he at least can make me smile! + + NAN. Ah, Sir Tristan, he at least can make her smile. + + TRIS. O, see already she is smiling, + Happy omen, well I know, + O, if mine could be this treasure, + Happy man were I, that's so! + + LADY H. Ah, he can all my woe beguile. + What a funny old beau, Ah! + A funny beau. + +TRIS. (_speaks_). Fair Cousin, may I ah--dare hope that you--er--will + so far condescend to me--uh--uh--as to go for a walk in the park? + +LADY H (_indifferently_). Go fetch my fan! + +TRIS. (_brings it._ LADY H. _fans violently_). Would it amuse you + to--er--er--let us say--go out for a row on the river? + +LADY H. (_ignoring him, glances round_). It seems very chilly here. + Shut the window--there's a good man! + +(TRISTAN _shuts it, trots back to her._) + +TRIS. (_rubbing his hands_). Shall we go hunting, perhaps? It's a + capital day for it. + +LADY H. (_fans herself violently again_). O, how close it is! + Air--give me air! Open the window. + +TRIS. Why, I just closed it, at your command. (_Stands with + hands spread out in comical dismay._) + +LADY H. (_impatiently_). Open it, open it--don't you hear? + Quick, air! (_very affectedly_). + +(TRIS. _runs, trottingly, to open the window._) + +NAN. (_aside_). My lord is running for the prize. + +(_Here the song of the servants bound for Richmond fair is heard outside._) + + +NO. 3a. + + CHO. (_singing_). Hither come, linger not, + Fate a home shall allot; + She who works and not shirks, + Finds her fun, when 'tis done. + + LADY H. Hear them sing! + + CHO. Hither come, take your pick, + We will serve through thin and thick, + Masters kind, come and bind, + If we find you to our mind. + + NAN. It's quite amusing! + + TRIS. Nonsense! you must be mad. + + NAN. You do not find them funny? + + TRIS. Servants ignorant and bad. + + LADY H. Ah, but they are gay and happy! + + NAN. O, the bound girls, I now remember! + This is Richmond market day. + Where the servants, flocking yearly, + Seek new masters, better pay. + + TRIS. Stupid custom! + + NAN. But 'tis an old one. + + LADY H. (_goes to window_). I might join them. + What a thought! + How I'd like to go among them, + See such curious prizes bought! + + TRIS. What a notion! What folly's this? + + LADY H. Nancy, get the peasant costumes ready + That we wore at the fancy dress ball. + +(NANCY _is busy at chiffonier at one side. Tosses bright colored + kerchief out._ LADY H. _picks it up and throws it over her head as + the singing goes on._) + + TRIS. You'd degrade yourself like this? + + LADY H. Just amuse myself, that's all. + Hurry Nancy, we must run, + Now at last I'll have some fun! + Martha (_curtseys_), Nancy (_curtseys_) and--old John! + +(_Tosses her kerchief over_ TRISTAN'S _head, blinding him._ TRIS. _is + bewildered, kerchief hanging over one eye._) + + TRIS. Who is John? What old John? + + LADY H. Who but you? + You are old John! + + TRIS. I? I old John? + No that's too much. + +(_Snatches off kerchief and throws it down._) + + LADY H. Sir Tristan, whene'er the fair we woo, sir, + With caprices we comply, + Else we see tears fall in showers, + See, dear John, these charming flowers-- + +(_Gives him flowers from his own nosegay. He kisses her hand, puts + flowers in coat._) + + LADY H. Take them, nor my prayer deny! + (_lifts skirt at side and dances a step_). + With the village people dancing, + Nancy's partner you're enroll'd. + + TRIS. No, in sooth I'm far too old. + + LADY H. Stuff! In spite of years advancing, + Man can do all, if he's bold. + + NAN. (_drags him about stage dancing_). + This way, that way, loosely hopping, + Each one jigging as he can, + Lumb'ring, stumbling, never stopping, + Mighty maze without a plan. + + TRIS. Then, I must-- + + LADY H. I command it! + + TRIS. But no, I can't. + + LADY H. Your paces show! + + TRIS. But my rank,-- + + NAN. How well you stand it! + That's well I vow. + +(_They all dance and the ladies sing la-la-la._) + + LADY H. Danced superbly! + + NAN. What a figure. + + TRIS. I shall soon be out of breath. + + NAN. Come, more vigor! come, more vigor! + + TRIS. This I'm sure will be my death. + + LADY H. AND NAN. Come, old John, come, old John, + 'Tis we who ask, so come along. + + TRIS. This is too much! I, old John? What I? + +(_All run off stage dancing_, TRISTAN _between the two ladies, who + drag him._) + +_Curtain._ + + + + +ACT TWO. + + +(_Curtain rises on Richmond market place. Stall around sides of stage + and back. In foreground, tables and benches; side show of some + funny sort. Tents at one side. Country folk walking about, + farmers and wives._) + + +NO. 4. + + CHO. Come, O maidens fair, + Yes, come, but come with cheerful looks! + Handsome is as handsome does, + The rule that suits our books. + Hasten, hasten, cheerful maidens, + Do not linger on the way, + Soon the Hiring Fair will open + And advancing is the day. + Done! once the bargain is agreed to + Neither can undo it. + Done! faithful servants, kindly masters, + Neither then will rue it. + Neatness is the best of graces, + Smooth of hair come every one; + In a row all take your places, + Soon the choosing will be done. + If you'll be but quick and neat + And try to do your best, + You will find a happy home, + And the pay of your deserving. Come! + Find a home, yes, come. + +(_Enter serving maids, arm in arm. Farmers go to meet them._) + + SERVANTS' CHO. Hither come, linger not, + Fate a home will allot, etc. + + FARMERS AND WIVES. Come this way, don't delay, + We have waited you many a day. + + SERV. Oh, not now, but tomorrow, + We are tired, we are shy. + + FARMERS. Handsome is that handsome does, + The best rule that ever was. + +(_Farmers and wives try to bring servants into a line forward on + stage. The servants hold back._) + + SERV. Since the day how we have run, + Now we shall know, + Just where each girl is going to go. + Now our journey's o'er and here we rest with you at last, + After many a mile so long and lone is over past. + +(_Servants scatter about stage, some lying down as if to rest, as_ + LIONEL _and_ PLUNKET _enter. They come on talking._ PLUNKET _is + dressed as a peasant farmer and carries a whip. Lionel is dressed + as a gentleman, but plainly._) + +PLUNKET. Here is a jolly howdoyoudo. What a clatter they make! + The farmers are all going to engage servants for the coming year + out of this crowd of chattering hussies. It is a good thing to + take your time to choose, though, for once the bargain is made + you have to stick to it for at least a year. What do you say, + Lionel? Have you picked out your Betsy Ann? + +LIONEL. Betsy Ann--what do you mean? (_He speaks absently, + slowly, and his demeanor throughout is one of dreamy abstraction. + He is very grave and pensive, altogether a young man who would + be likely to take a love affair very seriously and perhaps lose + his mental balance temporarily over it._) + +PLUN. I mean our serving girl. You know mother put it in her will + that we must keep up the farm together. So now like two good + housewives we must fly around and choose a maid. Her name may + be Sally or Katy or Jane, but I shall call her Betsy Ann! + (_Laughs._) + +LIO. I shall always remember your dear mother and be grateful. + +PLUN. Yes, she was a good woman and a good mother, aye, a good + manager, too. She knew how to make the maids attend to their + work. + +LIO. But she was kind. She was always so kind to me. + +PLUN. Yes, she loved you. If you had been her own child she could + not have tended you more anxiously. You were a mere baby when + your father died and left you in our care. No one could help + trying to make up your loss to you, somehow. If I'd a mind I + might have been jealous of you. I was always the one who got + the scoldings. I suppose mother owed them to me, for I was her + own naughty boy! + +LIO. You have always been a real brother to me, Plunket. No + helpless child could have had a happier fate than to find home + with you. + +PLUN. You had no one but mother and me, old chap, don't you see? + What else could a fellow do but try to keep you heartened up a + little? (_Laughs with some embarrassment._) + +LIO. And yet even now we do not know who I really am. We shall + never know, unless some day my father's ring (_lifts his hand_) + may serve to clear up the mystery at last. (_Sings._) + + +NO. 5. + + LIO. O'er my life from boyhood tender, + You have watched with sheltering care, + You your all would fain surrender, + With the orphan child to share. + You fulfilled a father's duty, + When he left me to your love, + Ah, he heard my mother calling, + Heard her call from heaven above. + + PLUN. Nor his rank nor name he told us, + Nor the secret dar'd unseal (_touches_ LIONEL'S _hand_), + This his ring one day shall tell it, + All the mystery yet reveal. + On your finger when he placed it, + "This may change his fate," he sighed, + "This my ring the Queen will honor + Should misfortune e'er betide." + + LIO. Brother mine, 'mid courtly splendors + My vain longings ne'er shall rove, + Ah, no light on earth allures me, + Save the tender glow of love. + No strange joys I'd earn for yonder, + Peace and sweet content are here, + 'Mid the fields are simple pleasures, + Calm affection, tried and dear. + +(_A bell from the village church gives the signal for the fair to + begin. Sheriff enters pompously, the farmers and wives and + servants flock after him. He is dressed in wig, hat and robe. + He has a staff of office. A girl is pushed against him in the + crowd. He waves her back majestically, at arm's length and + speaks._) + +SHERIFF (_speaks_) Let the rabble stand back. Room for the majesty + of the law. Ahem! + +GIRL (_speaks pertly_). My, ain't he the big wig, though! (_Tweaks + at his wig from behind and pulls it partly off. His hat falls + off. She picks it up and runs._) + +SHERIFF. Ouch! (_Grabs at wig with one hand and runs after the girl, + shaking his staff at her. Another girl gets in his way; they + dodge back and forth, till she puts her two hands, one each side + of his face and tries to kiss him._) + +GIRL (_speaks_). There, there, old gentleman, don't feel so bad + over a bit of our fun! + +(SHERIFF _ducks to avoid kiss and leaves wig in her hands_. _He runs + wildly about stage, clutching alternately at his bald head, and + at the wig, which the girls toss back and forth, while he tries + to snatch it. Finally one of the farmers catches it and restores + it to sheriff. He puts it on and some one brings him his hat._) + +FARMER (_speaks_). Young hussies, you must do better than this when + you get to working for us. Behave yourselves, now! + +SHERIFF (_much distressed, almost weeping with rage_). I bind you all + over to keep the peace on penalty of 10 shillings fine. (_Pounds + with his staff._) Does the majesty of the law mean naught to ye? + Silence (_they laugh_), you low bred populace. But what can one + expect from populace? Pah! They are beneath my notice. (_Looks + scornfully at them while music begins. A girl laughingly sticks + out her tongue at him. He glares at her. She does it again. He + looks hastily away and then back. She throws him a kiss, and all + the rest follow suit. He scowls, but his face gradually softens + into a smirk. The farmers drag the girls back into a line. + Sheriff unrolls a parchment, that he takes from pocket of his + big gown. He sings._) + + +NO. 6. + + SHERIFF. We, Anne, Queen of England, greet ye! + (_Snatches off his hat, farmers do the same._) + Bonnets off, and mine likewise. + I no ceremony spare! + We hereby do recognize + Ev'ry contract good and sound + Made in Richmond market bound; + Every lass who here is hired, + Dating from this very day, + Till the year is full expired, + Must with her new master stay. + If he pay the money down + The bargain cannot be undone. + Have you heard? + + CHO. We know, sir, it is so, sir. + + SHER. Now you stand up in a row. + +(_Servants stand in line; he arranges them._) + + Tell us, Moll, what you can do. + +(_One maid steps forward a little, bobs a curtsey._) + + 1ST MAID. I can darn, sir, I can sew, sir, + I can milk and I can mow, sir. + I can bake and mend and make + And garden beds I can weed and rake. + + 1ST FARMER (_steps forward_). All for just four pounds a year. + Well, at that she is not dear. (_Takes girl one side._) + + SHER. (_to next girl_). Now, my lass, what can you do? + + 2D MAID (_curtseys_). I can mend, sir, sew a button, + On old socks new feet can put on, + I can roast and boil and stew, + Can churn and chop and also brew. + + SHER. Five pounds a year, + 'Tis for a song, now! + + 2D FARMER (_steps up and leads her aside_). + Here's my hand, done! Come along! + + Sher. Come, it's your turn now to speak. + + 3D MAID (_curtseys_). I can clean, sir, I can scrub, sir, + I'm a good one at a tub, sir, + Yes, to every sort of work, + My hand I turn and never shirk. + + SHER. Kitty Bell and Johnny Snell, + And Nelly Browne and Sally Towne. + + CHO. OF SERVANTS. How to care for babes I know, sir, + Bless 'em, I do love 'em so, sir, + I can take the cows to graze, sir, + And of poultry know the ways, sir; + I can bake and boil and brew, sir, + I can sew on buttons, too. + + MEN. I'm accustomed pigs to keep, sir, + Also, horses, cows and sheep, sir, + Pork and beef in brine I steep, sir, + Yes, and do the mowing cheap, sir; + I can dig a garden bed + And make a cabbage grow a head. + Ha, if you pay the cash, + We'll work just like a flash. + Ho, it's very clear, + All settled for a year. + Ho, now the deed is done, + We'll work like fun! + +(_The servants flock around him as they sing and gather closer and + closer till he puts his hands over his ears and tries to get away + from them. They crowd around and sing into his face and over his + shoulders._) + +SHER. _(with hands at ears_). Stop your cackling! You'll make me + deaf! + +FARMERS. We are ready to choose, but one at a time, please. + +(_Girls drop back into line; farmers move about among them_, + LIONEL _and_ PLUNKET _also, as if bargaining with them_. _Enter_ + LADY HARRIET, NANCY _and_ TRISTAN _in peasant costume_.) + +LADY H. Come on, John! Courage man! Nobody's going to hurt you! + +NAN. Come, friend John! Don't look so scared. We'll take care of you! + +TRIS. John? O, im-pos-si-ble! O, pre-pos-ter-ous! I don't like this + one bit. It is most unseemly. Yet--where beauty leads, love fain + must follow. + +LADY H. How gay they all seem! They at least are happy. + +TRIS. I know I am not! I never felt less jolly before (_plaintively_) + in all my life. (_Aside._) I feel as if I were going to cry. + (_Face works._) + +(PLUNKET _and_ LIONEL _approach the three and stand at a short + distance, gazing at_ LADY H. _and_ NANCY.) + +PLUN. Jove! There's a brace of darlings! + +LIO. Yes, they are very pretty girls. + +PLUN. Rather slim built for hard work, though. + +LIO. They might do house work? + +PLUN. Yes, they might serve indoors. I don't know--(_pauses_) + +TRIS. See those clodhoppers! How they stare at you. O, do be + persuaded to leave this horrid, horrid place. + +LADY H. _and_ NAN (_together_). No, indeed. We like it and we are + going to stay. + +TRIS. I think those fellows are very suspicious looking characters. + A pair of rogues. Let's go (_urging them by taking their arms_). + +LADY H. I'm not under your orders, sir. It is my pleasure to stay. + I'll do exactly as I choose! + +TRIS. Well, I wash my hands of all responsibility. Don't say I + didn't warn you. + +NAN (_sees that_ PLUNKET _and_ LIONEL _are watching her_). Those + lads have an eye for a good thing, though. (_To_ TRISTAN.) + We'll take all the blame. No one shall say that you led us + into mischief, poor dear! + +LADY H. Yes, cousin, you are exonerated. Whatever happens, be it + upon my own rash head. But I will not go! (_Emphatically._) + +PLUN. (_overhears last words_). You hear, sir? She will not go + with you. Don't annoy the girls any further. (_To girls._) + Call on us if he bothers you. (_To_ TRIS., _who looks daggers_.) + But cheer up! There are plenty more maids yonder. Hi, girls + (_turns to the servants_). Here's a chap wants a good maid, + and he looks as if he could pay well, too. + +TRIS. Oh! what a beastly joke! He's taking liberties with me! + (_He looks scared and affronted._) + +(LADY H. _and_ NANCY _laugh together over_ TRISTAN'S _plight as the + girls come forward and surround him_.) + +ALL (_chattering_). I can mow, I can sew, I can reap, I can sweep, + I can bake and make, I can boil and stew, I can churn and + brew! (_All speak different lines from the part just sung and + make a great clatter and confusion._ TRISTAN _dodges among + them and runs off, the girls following him_.) + +LADY H. He has taken refuge in flight! + +NAN. Let's hope he won't forget us. + +LADY H. (_nervously_). See those men. They are still looking at us. + +NAN. They seem to have taken a fancy to us, that's plain. + +PLUN. (_to_ LIONEL). One of them would be just what we want, I + think--the younger one, now. (_Nods at_ NANCY.) + +LIONEL. It would never do to separate them. See how shy they are. + +LADY H. (_to_ NANCY). That one seems quite bashful, doesn't he? + I wonder how such peasants talk? + +NAN. Bad grammar, for one thing. + +PLUN. (_to_ LIONEL). What are you afraid of? Go speak to them. + +LIO. I'm afraid to. + +PLUN. Silly noodle! Just watch me. (_Advances boldly as if to speak + to the ladies, stops suddenly and goes back._) + +NAN. The big one is dumb, too; aren't they stupid! Let's go. + +LADY H. (_turns to follow_ TRISTAN). I suppose we'd better-- + (_Hesitates and looks back at the two men._) + +PLUN. We must not let such a chance slip. Servant girls like those + are not found every day. I have taken a fancy to that big one + and I don't mean to let her get away. Courage, Plunket! (_He + advances again, again hesitates, and snapping his fingers at + himself, advances and speaks._) Wait a moment, girls! We've + decided we like you. If you're as smart as you look you can + have a good place with us for years. + +LIO. Yes, for years and years! + +LADY H. You mean as your servants? + +PLUN. Of course! What else? + +NAN. (_laughing_). Ha! ha! ha! what a joke! + +LIO. What is there to laugh at? + +PLUN. So long as they do their work, the more they laugh, the + better. + +LADY H. _and_ NAN. Work! We! + +PLUN. (_to_ NAN.). I'll give you the care of the geese and pigs and + chickens. (_To_ LADY H.) You shall have charge of the + garden--weed it, and gather potatoes and corn. + +LIO. O come! that's too hard for her. Let her do housework-- + +PLUN. And darn our socks and mend our shirts? Very well. We'll + pay you fifty crowns a year. For extras there'll be a pint of + ale on Sundays and plum pudding on New Years. + +LADY H. Who could refuse such a tempting offer? (_Laughs._) + +NAN. Now I know what I am worth, at last! (_Laughs._) + +PLUN. _and_ LIO. (_eagerly_). You agree? + +LADY H. _and_ NAN. Yes! yes! We agree! (_They shake hands._) + +PLUN. It's a bargain! Here's the money down! + +(LADY H. _and_ NAN. _each put the money in their purse, laughing + together_.) + + +NO. 7. + + LADY H. _and_ NAN. (_sing_). + + See what grace they show in mien and bearing, + Of our sport, I'm bound, I say, to see the end; + Money's paid and we must keep our bargain, + Men so courteous never will offend. + + LIO. _and_ PLUN. + + Two young maids so well set up and charming, + Ne'er was city girl that equalled these of mine; + They are jewels, pretty, kind and cheerful, + Faith, I'll tell them so, and lose no time. + +(_At close of quartette_ TRISTAN _comes back to stage, evidently + exhausted and much dishevelled; the servants follow him and + again surround him_.) + +TRIS. Oh, I thought I had eluded them! Leave off! Here's money! + ( _Throws a purse._) Plague on your crazy pack! (_The girls run + to divide the money._) Ho! what is this? (_He advances toward_ + PLUNKET, _who has hold of_ NANCY'S _arm_.) You forget yourself! + Forbear! + +PLUN. Who are you? What do you want? (_A tussel threatens between + the two men._ TRISTAN _backs down, afraid_.) + +LADY H. There, there! it's all right! (_To_ TRISTAN.) We are ready + to go now. (_Takes his arm._) + +PLUN. I'd like to see you! With my money in your purse! You stay + with us! + +TRIS. Fellow! do you know who this is? + +LADY H. (_aside to_ TRIS.) No! no! don't betray me! Think what a + scandal if this got to court! Don't you dare to tell them who + I am! + +NAN. (_aside_). We should be disgraced forever. Rather die than + that! + +TRIS. Well, come, then. It is time for me to insist. I require you + to come with me. (_Tries to lead them off._) + +PLUN. (_interferes_). Not so fast! You belong here. These are my + maids, hired and cash paid in advance! Ask the sheriff! + +SHERIFF (_who has approached during the altercation, after a long + confab with one of the other girls at one side_). Have you taken + the money? + +LADY H. (_draws it out of her purse and flings it at_ LIONEL). Yes. + But there it is; I had forgotten it. + +(LIONEL _picks it up and offers it back_. _She refuses it. He + insists._) + +SHERIFF. You took it of your own free will and now it is a bargain. + You are bound to serve for one year. Highty, tighty! Do you + think you can play fast and loose with a master in that fashion? + No, no! Bound you are to him and with him you must go! + +(_During final chorus_ PLUN. _drives up his horse and cart and the + two girls are handed into the cart_. _They drive away._ TRISTAN + _tries to follow, but is restrained by the crowd. If the horse + and cart cannot be had, the two girls may dodge about among the + crowd, the men following them, and run off at last, the men + chasing them_.) + + +NO. 7a. FINALE. + + CHORUS. + + Now our journey's o'er and here we rest with you at last, + After many a mile so long and lone is over past. + + +(_Curtain._) + + + + +ACT THREE. + + +(_The third act opens in the great hall of the farmhouse of_ LIONEL + _and_ PLUNKET. _At one side of stage at back is an outside door; + on the other side, a window with bench in front of it. Another + door is on the left. There are several chairs. A flight of stairs + goes up from the right side, back corner. Two spinning wheels + stand at rear, and farm tools hang about the walls._ + +_During the instrumental prelude the outside door opens and the two + men_, LIONEL _and_ PLUNKET, _enter, inviting the girls_, LADY H. + _and_ NANCY, _who are behind, to come in. They come in slowly, + hesitatingly, half afraid._) + + +NO. 8. + + PLUN. _and_ LIO. (_sing_). + Come in, my pretty maidens, + We've reached our home, you see. + + LADY H. _and_ NAN. O, we are in a pretty fix, + We only long to flee. + How safely to escape them + We'll seek from morn till mirk. + + (_Girls sit down_). O, what a shabby dwelling, + O, how they'll make us work. + + LIO. _and_ PLUN. Now, look alive! + Of work don't be afraid. + + LADY H. _and_ NAN. There's no hope, I'm afraid. + We've come to the end of our jest at last. + + +NO. 9. + + PLUN. (_points to door at left_). + + That's the room I mean to give them. + + LADY H. _and_ NAN. (_rising_). + Then good night, then good night. + +(_Starting toward door._) + + PLUN. What's that you say? + First put everything aright. + + LADY H. O, with cold I'm all a-shiver! + + NAN. O, I quake in every member. + + LIO. Both to fainting, seem inclined. + + PLUN. Why, to spoil them you've a mind. + + NAN. This denouement is provoking. + + PLUN. You've not told us your names yet, my maids. + + LADY H. _and_ NAN. We! + + LIO. Yes, obey! + + PLUN. Obey at once, no joking. + + LADY H. Martha is my name. + + LIO. Martha? + + LADY H. (_looks at him_). Yes. + + PLUN. Now, tell yours. + + NAN. (_aside_). Mad masquerading! + + PLUN. Don't you know it? + + NAN. Betsy Ann! + + PLUN. Betsy Ann? I rather like it! + Come here, my girl: lend a hand then, will you, Betsy? + +(_Pulls off his coat and offers it to her._) + + Take my coat and hang it up. + + NAN. Do't yourself! + + PLUN. You lazy hussy! + + LIO. Come, you frighten her by scolding. + Speak more gently, say like that-- + Martha, take away my hat. + +(_Holds it toward her._ MARTHA _stamps her foot, slaps hat out of his + hand and walks up stage_. _He, bewildered, hangs up his own hat._) + + LIO. O, how have I offended? I cannot understand. + Yes, I'm awfully perplexed. + Why should she act so grand? + + PLUN. Ah, what can be the matter? + I do not understand. + Some secret she is screening, + Her manner is so grand. + + NAN. Ah, on my dignity I stand. + They give an order quite off hand! + + LADY H. To tyranny I'll ne'er give in, + We'll fight them now, to win. + He thinks me strange and haughty + But on my right I stand, + Commanding I must withstand him, + Resist his harsh demand. + + +NO. 10. + + PLUN. (_draws spinning wheels to center of stage_). + Come, your task awaits, the whirring wheel and spindle! + + LADY H. _and_ NAN. Set us spinning? We're to spin? + + LIO. Yes, of course. + + PLUN. So begin. + How your claims to skill do dwindle. + + LADY H. and NAN. Ha, ha, ha, spin, sir? + + PLUN. (_imitating her laughter in anger_). + Ha, ha, ha, so set to work and spin your task! + What you here for, may I ask? + Just to hold your hands and chatter? + What's the matter? + + NAN. What a clatter. + + LIO. Pray be calm, now, they're afraid. + + PLUN. Peace! Come, spin! we won't be cheated. + + LADY H. _and_ NAN. How, sir? + + LIO. What? + + PLUN. Come, come. + +(_Places chairs at spinning wheels._) + + PLUN. Be seated. (_They sit._) + + LADY H. _and_ NAN. 'Tis done. + + PLUN. Good! Now then, proceed. + +(_Imitating sound of spinning wheel._) + + Thrum, thrum, thrum. + + NAN. I can't, indeed. + + LIO. Here's the distaff, firmly grasp it (_To_ LADY H.), + 'Twixt your fingers seize the skein. + + LADY H. Must we with wet fingers clasp it? + Turn it? No, I won't! + How so? In vain. + I cannot, I cannot. + Place yourself then at the wheel. + +(_The two girls rise and the men sit one at each wheel._) + + PLUN. We'll make it reel. + + ALL. While the wheel is swiftly spinning + Round it thus the flax is roll'd, + But moistened just at the beginning, + That more firmly it may hold. + See the wheel so swiftly spinning, + To thread the flax is thinning. + +(NANCY _suddenly throws_ PLUNKET'S _wheel over and runs off stage + by back door_, PLUNKET _after her_.) + +(LADY H. _turns to follow_ NANCY. _Speaks._) + +LADY H. Nan--Betsy Ann! O stay with me! Heavens, she's left me! + +LIO. Martha, why are you going? Are you afraid to stay alone with me? + +LADY H. Afraid? Of you? Oh, no. (_Smiles, but still hesitates._) + +LIO. (_aside_). How could I ever have spoken harshly to her? + +LADY H. (_aside_). Where _has_ Nancy gone? + +LIO. Martha, I will never again ask any toil of you, or any service + that you dislike. Martha, I never saw any one before that seemed + to me so pretty and so sweet! Are all girls as lovely as you? + +LADY H. Don't you know? + +LIO. I never noticed a girl before. + +LADY H. (_archly_). Where have your eyes been? + +LIO. Dreaming, I guess. I feel as if I had just awakened to all the + beauty and joy there is in the world! + +LADY H. Alas! and I feel as if I have already learned how shallow + are all earthly joys! (_Pensively._) + +LIO. Poor little maid! You have had too hard a life. Such service + has burdened you with care too soon. Here you will never again + have to labor beyond your strength. I would myself do all + disagreeable tasks rather than require them of you. + +LADY H. Oh, I am a good-for-nothing. I never did a real day's work + in all my life. + +LIO. You must not scold yourself. Martha is my servant now, and I + would not exchange her for a dozen others. + +LADY H. But can you not see that I am not worth my salt? I shall + only be an expense to you. I cannot earn a shilling a week. See + my hands. (_Shows them._) Do they look like useful members? + +LIO. (_takes them in his hands_). So white and soft! Surely never + servant before had such pretty fingers. Not a spot of toil! + +LADY H. And so of course they are of no use to you, and you will + not keep me here any longer. You will let them go--this useless + pair of hands? + +LIO. I cannot let them go! + +LADY H. (_tries to withdraw her hands_). But if I work they will + become hard and stained. I have never been taught-- + +LIO. Never worked before? Then I will teach you and share your every + task. What _can_ you do? + +LADY H. I can sing a little. + +LIO. And you can smile. (_He looks at her; her eyes fall._) + +LADY H. Sing and smile! A working maid must do something more than + that. + +LIO. If you will stay with me here and smile and sing, you shall + see how pleasant you will find it. You shall have no rough + tasks. You shall have only kindness and happiness. You shall + be like a sister in this house. These little hands will dispense + blessing and peace. (_Kisses them._) + +LADY H. (_draws her hands away and walks to the door. He follows._) + Is it thus that masters treat a servant? (_With dignity._) + +LIO. Forgive me! I have forgotten everything. O, would that your + station were different--or mine! + +LADY H. (_turns back_). My station?--(_recollects herself_). But I + am only a serving lass! (_She laughs and returns down stage._) + +LIO. And so you must do what I bid you. I require of you a song. + +LADY H. Oh, I am too shy to sing. + +LIO. (_takes the flowers from her dress_). I'll exchange this nosegay + for a song. (_Music of "Last Rose of Summer" may be played + softly here._) + +LADY H. Ah! you jest. + +LIO. No, I command! + +LADY H. (_coldly_). Command, sir? + +LIO. Nay, I entreat (_kneels, laughingly_). + +(LADY H. _takes one of the flowers he offers, and plays with it as + she sings_. _He puts the other flowers presently into the breast + of his coat._) + +LADY H. Ah, your entreaty I cannot withstand. (_Sings._) + + +NO. 11. + + LADY H. (_sings_). 'Tis the last rose of summer, + Left blooming alone; + All her lovely companions + Are faded and gone. + No flower of her kindred, + No rosebud is nigh, + To reflect back her blushes + Or give sigh for sigh. + I'll not leave thee, thou lone one, + To pine on the stem, + Since the lovely are faded, + Go sleep thou with them. + Thus kindly I'll scatter + Thy leaves o'er the bed, + Where thy mates of the garden + Lie scentless and dead. + + (_Aside._) His eyes betray he loves me, + Spite my lowly seeming lot, + My rank I must remember, + Ah, would 'twere all forgot. + His heart is true and loyal, + Tie me her loves alone, + O, would I were the lowly maid + He longs to make his own. + + + LIO. All my proud rank forgetting + For the maid I love alone, + I'd lift her from her low estate, + And make her all my own. + +LIO. (_speaks_). Martha! + +LADY H. Master! + +LIO. My heart can no longer be denied. I have loved you from + the first moment I saw you yonder at Richmond market. Martha + (_takes her hand again_). + +LADY H. Ah, no, no! (_Turns her face away._) + +LIO. Love at first sight! First love at first sight! + +LADY H. No more, no more! Oh, be silent! + +LIO. Martha, I shall never love woman but you. (_Puts his arm + around her._) + +LADY H. (_tries to escape_). Oh, I must go, I must go! (_Pulls + away._) + +LIO. Stay and hear me. Stay--and be my wife!-- + +LADY H. Oh, what is he saying? + +LIO. See, I am at your feet--in earnest now! (_Kneels._) + +LADY H. (_aside_). Oh, how can I elude him? (_Begins to laugh._) + Don't think me heartless, but really (_affectedly_) to see you + kneeling there is so funny! + +LIO. But when we are married all difference of birth and station + will be wiped out; you will forget that you were once my + servant; you will have in me forever a slave! + +LADY H. (_is touched, and then begins to laugh hysterically again_). + Ha! ha! ha! This is ridiculous! If you only knew how funny you + are! + +(PLUNKET _runs on dragging_ NANCY. LIONEL _rises and_ LADY H. + _runs toward_ NANCY _whom_ PLUNKET _swings on to the stage_.) + +PLUN. There, my girl! Don't you try that game again! Where do you + suppose she was? the vixen! In the kitchen, smashing dishes, + bottles, glasses, everything she could lay her hands on! She + made me look lively, too, before I caught her. My eye! + +NAN. If you don't let me go, I'll scratch it out! + +PLUN. (_releasing her_). Jupiter! I believe you would! She has + spirit. I confess I like to see it. + +NAN. Martha, Martha, what are we going to do? (_Twelve o'clock + strikes slowly as they speak._) + +PLUN. Pooh! What ails you now? My patience is worn out! Get to bed, + you idle baggage! You are a hard case, that's easy to see. + +(_Quartet follows._) + +LADY H., NAN., PLUN. _and_ LIO. Midnight chimes sound afar! + + LIO. If the maid her love refuse me, + Yet I pledge my faithful heart, + In her glance faint hope is smiling, + Bringing comfort ere here we part. + + NAN. Of our foolish prank I'm weary, + Tho' in play 'twas fain begun; + Yet our childish trick is working + Pain and sorrow to every one. + So good night! + + PLUN. Now good night and sleep in quiet, + Tho' you're fractious I am kind, + Naughty girls to work must settle, + Learn to mind. + Now good night, good night. + + LADY H. That to wound his heart I'm fated + Fills my heart with pity and pain, + Ah, our mad caprice is working + Pain and sorrow, all in vain. + + LIO. Though her love she refuse me, + Yet I pledge my faithful heart, + So good night, good night! + +(_Girls go out and close door, before orchestral ending. Then the men + retire after locking the outer door. Girls open their door again, + peep out, run back, and shut door, etc.; then come out again, + watching with finger on lips for interruptions. They speak._) + +LADY H. Nancy! + +NANCY. My lady. + +LADY H. This is our chance. + +NANCY. What shall we do? + +LADY H. What do _you_ say? + +NAN. Can we escape so--all alone? + +LADY H. We are locked in, besides. + +NAN. What an awful time we are having! + +LADY H. Awful day--aw-ful-ler night--the day was bad, but this is + worse. We _are_ in a scrape! + +NAN. Still--those fellows might be worse! (_Looks at_ LADY H. + _slyly_.) + +LADY H. (_with dignity_). They are well meaning. + +NAN. (_archly_). And polite. + +LADY H. If the Queen should hear of it! + +NAN. Good bye us! + +(_A noise is heard outside at window._) + +LADY H. (_grasps_ NANCY _and they run across stage to their door_). + What is it? O who is coming? + +NAN. Steps--a voice--help is near! + +TRISTAN (_outside whispers loudly_). Cousin, cousin! + +LADY H. Tristan! O joy! O horrors! + +NAN. What will he think? + +LADY H. He will scold us--and we deserve it. But he will save us! + +(TRISTAN _enters through the window which girls help him open_.) + +TRIS. Yes, here I am, faithful still. Cousin. (_Looks around._) + What a vulgar habitation! That I should live to see you in a + place like this. (_Shudders._) + +NAN. Hush! You'll wake everybody up. + +LADY H. Don't stop to preach. Just go. + +TRIS. I have a carriage at the corner. Come, make haste. + +(_They tiptoe about and sing._) + + +NO. 12. + + LADY H. _and_ NAN. Hasten then, to fortune trust our lot, + Fare thee well, thou humble cot. + 'Tis our only chance to fly, + We'll not stop to say good bye. + + TRIS. Let's be off now in a hurry, + For their anger we'll not worry, + 'Tis your only chance to fly, + We'll not stop to say good bye. + +(_As the curtain falls they have all three climbed out of window._) + + +_Curtain._ + + + + +ACT FOUR. + + +(_A forest. A small inn at left._ PLUNKET _and several of his farm + hands discovered sitting at table_. PLUNKET _rises and sings his + song, the men joining in chorus_.) + + +NO. 13. + + PLUN. Come, can you tell me, read me the riddle, + What to our lordly British name + Gives power and fame--Come, say? + Ha, 'tis old porter, brown and stout, + None that is like it round about, + The Briton's pride, he'll aye confide, + In porter's power, whatever betide. + + Yes, hurrah, hurrah for old English ale, + The friend in need who can never fail, + Hurrah,--tra, la, la, la, la, la! + + Listen my lads and tell me truly + What in our land you most do prize? + What's worth your eyes? Come, say? + Ho! 'tis your nut-brown foaming beer, + See how it heaps the beaker here-- + The Briton's pride, he'll aye confide, in porter's power, + whatever betide. + +CHO. Yes, hurrah! hurrah for the old English ale, etc. + +(_At close of chorus after_ PLUNKET'S _song, horns are heard + outside,--the opening strains of the next number. When it stops, + at end of second brace, he speaks._) + +PLUN. Aha! the hunt is up. They told me the Queen would hunt today. + +ONE OF MEN. Yes, with all her ladies. No doubt the men-folk will + follow, too! + +PLUN. Start along, you, then. I'll go in and pay the score. + +(_Men leave stage_, PLUNKET _enters the inn_.) + +(_As music begins again the court ladies run on in hunting costume. + They wear short walking skirts, caps and high boots, perhaps, and + all carry long spears._ NANCY _is with them_. _She carries a + whip instead of a spear, and wears a long riding habit draped + up over high boots._) + + +NO. 14. + + CHORUS. All we ladies of the court + Are lovers of sport of every sort; + Every hunting cry we know, + As hark tally ho, view tally ho! + We can handle dart and bow, + O yes, we can dart after a beau; + We can shoot and ride and row, + Can play at ball, dance at them all; + With rings and things we prancing go, + Ho ho! and tally ho! we know, + And how to catch a beau! + +(_Girls stroll about stage and sit at table._ NANCY _comes forward + alone_.) + + +NO. 15. + + NAN. (_sings_). Gay of heart, I have not known how to weep, + How to be sorry and wan; + Vigil to keep. + Yet alas, sighs are my portion and pain, + Tears that flow ever in vain, + Hindering sleep. + There's a voice speaks in my heart night and day, + What is the word soft it would say? + Ah, voice of love so true and deep, + Ah, soul of faith my answer keep. + Memory still calls one face to my heart, + O light of my life forever thou art; + O voice of love so true and deep, + Face so dear, light of my heart + Forever thou art. + +(_She turns to the others who gather round her._) + + NAN. Hunters fair, now beware, + Lest you fall into a snare. + Haste away, don't delay, + Lest you lose your pretty prey. + Love's a sprite soon takes flight, + Chance and change are his delight; + Use your eyes, win the prize, + Ere too soon he flies. + Love's a hunter, too, they say, + Draws his bow, alackaday! + Hit, we're fain to bear the pain, + Flight is vain. + + CHORUS. Yes, Cupid blind, + Thy darts are swifter far than wind. + +(_At end of chorus_ PLUNKET _re-enters from the inn_.) + +PLUNKET. Halloo! There seems to be good game afoot here. I'll see + if I have any luck at the chase myself! (_Walks towards the + ladies._) + +NAN. (_looking around_). Where can Lady Harriet be? She seems to + avoid society more than ever. She is very unhappy, and has been + so ever since--(_addresses_ PLUNKET) My good man, can you tell + me--(_stops in agitation_) + +PLUN. What, Betsy Ann! You? In these togs! + +NAN. (_distantly_). Well, my good man, what is it? + +PLUN. I am not your good man! But you are my bad maid! Just you + wait! I'll make you pay for all the trouble you've given me. + What are you doing here in this masquerade? + +NAN. Are you crazy? + +PLUN. No use to pretend! I know you. Come along home with me! + +NAN. (_shrieks as he seizes her wrist_). Help! Help! + +PLUN. What a wicked little hussy you are! + +NAN. What an impudent big clodhopper you are! + +(_The ladies turn back towards_ NANCY.) + +NAN. Here is game for you, girls. Let's see how he will like your + spears! + +(_Ladies surround_ PLUNKET _and threaten him_.) + +CHORUS (_speaking all together_). We'll give him a taste of our + spear points! He won't bother her long! At him, now! There's + safety in numbers! (_Repeating._) + +PLUN. Gently, gently--Hold on! This is turning the tables in good + earnest. Ouch!!! Those remarks are a little too pointed for me. + (_Dodges._) I never expected to see myself run from a woman, but + here goes! (_He runs off, the ladies after him, shouting + incoherently, as above._ NANCY _enters inn_.) + +(_Enter_ LIONEL. _He looks more absent-minded and dreamy than ever. + He seems dejected and ill. Murmurs to himself._) + +LIO. I will detach thee from thy frail trembling stem. O thou + lovely rose of summer, thou shalt lie upon my heart, forever + more! (_Takes withered flower from his breast and kisses it, + then looks around him._) + +Where am I? I feel that I am near her. Martha, Martha! thou + star of my heart! I see her before me, with her beautiful pure + smile, radiant in youth and sweetness. O Martha, I feel thee + near! (_Sings._) + + +NO. 16. + + LIO. O, when she rose fair on my sight, + Radiant, lovely, like dawning light, + Flow'd all my heart forth to her own, + Tribute to beauty bright. + Joy reviv'd and my thought + Sang like woodlands after rain, + Hope for me shone again, + Lighting all my hours of pain. + Gladness made all my heart + Bright as meadows pearl'd with dew, + For I dream'd love's sweet dream + Ever old, yet young like dawn + And ever new! + + O, when she rose, fair on my sight, etc. + Martha, Martha, must I lose thee, + Life has naught can peace restore! + Thou, my comfort, peace and pleasure, + Reft of thy sweet looks I die! + +(_At the close of his song_ LIONEL _goes to the back of stage and + stands alone_. SIR TRISTAN _and_ LADY HARRIET _enter_.) + +TRIS. The ladies are all out of sight. Why did you leave their + company, fair cousin? + +LADY H. (_pointedly_). Because I wished to be alone! + +TRISTAN. To remain alone--with me? + +LADY H. With you?--(_laughs a little_) Alone or with you--it's + quite the same thing!--I am low-spirited, that is what I mean. + I don't want to see anybody. + +TRIS. What should make you so sad? + +LADY H. I am sure I know no more than you about it. It is a mystery + even to myself. + +TRIS. But to remain alone in this secluded spot--is it quite--er--you + know-- + +LADY H. But it is exactly what I want. Good bye! + +TRIS. But I will soon return--soon--soon--(_looks back anxiously + as he goes_) + +LADY H. Oh, it is so good to be alone, with only my sad memories + for company! But if _he_ were only here--this loneliness were + sweet. + +LIO. (_wanders down stage and sees her_). Ah! that voice! + +LADY H. Oh, heaven--what do I see?-- + +LIONEL. A lady?-- + +LADY H. He is here, then--even as I said! + +LIO. 'Tis she--even as I said--Martha, Martha! + +LADY H. O, what shall I do now? How shall I elude him?-- + +LIO. O, Martha, you have come back to me--O, thank heaven, thank + heaven! It is Martha, her very self--Martha, who ran away from + me! + +LADY H. O, how can I bear it! what a tragedy is this! To + find--again--and to lose! + +LIO. Before mine eyes beheld thee, my heart recognized thee-- + +LADY H. Recognized me? Surely you are mistaken, sir! + +LIO. No! Every line of your face is graven on my heart. I cannot + be wrong. It is Martha's voice that I hear. There can be no + mistake. + +LADY H. You are dreaming! + +LIO. If this be a dream, O let me never awake from it! Ah, I + would dream thus forever. Disturb not so sweet a slumber! + +LADY H. O go, I beg you go! + +LIO. No, no. In my dream let me take your hand, as I did once--do + you remember? Let me kiss it--thus--to tell my love. + +LADY H. I can no longer tolerate such gross impertinence. Will + you go, sir? + +LIO. Wherefore this pretence? Why do you disown me? + +LADY H. Hence, peasant clown--begone! + +LIO. I, a peasant? I, your master? Patience is thrown away on you! + I have been too gentle. Now I _command_ you to come instantly + with me! (_Takes her arm._) + +LADY H. Tristan--help, help! + +(TRISTAN _comes hurrying in, afterward followed by the others_.) + +TRIS. What has alarmed you? Speak! + +LADY H. Help me--save me from that fellow! + +TRIS. Who dares to-- + +LIO. My lord, this is my servant, and I have a right to take her + hence. + +TRIS. Listen to the brazen impudence of the fellow! It is really + too horrid, don't you know? It fairly makes me shudder. The + most unheard of audacity--Come here--all of you. (_Summoning + the rest. They sing._) + + +NO. 17. + + CHO. How audacious, rude and daring, + To insult a lady so, + 'Tis a scandal past declaring, + Off to jail the clown must go. + + LADY H. Ah, 'tis agony and rapture, + That he loves me is too true, + I'm consenting to his capture, + O my heart, what can I do? + + CHO. Insolent beyond expression + Thus upon our sports to break, + For his terrible transgression + Signal vengeance let us take. + + LIO. Ah, 'tis agony and rapture, + Thus once more her face to view, + She's consenting to my capture, + Break, then, heart, what else canst do? + +(PLUNKET _enters at close of chorus and sees_ LIONEL _held by men_. + _Sings._) + + PLUN. Hold! Pray tell me what this means? + + LIO. Come, defend me! + +(NANCY _enters from inn_.) + + NAN. What's occur'd? + + LIO. Betsy, too? + + PLUN. Betsy, too. + + NAN. Don't be afraid, my lady. + + LIO. Lady? Now all is clear. + All her charm, her kindly manner + Were caprice and cruel sport + To amuse a lady's leisure hour-- + O, just heaven, how harsh thou art. + + LADY H. Pity for this fellow asking + His free pardon let me crave; + In his brain is madness masking, + That is why his fancies rave. + + CHO. (_starting back_). Madness? Madness? + + LIO. O, what falseness! + + NAN. O, poor creature! + + PLUN. List, I pray. + + TRIS. No, no, away. + +TRIS. (_speaks_). Arrest that madman! + +PLUN. _and_ LIO. Arrest him? Arrest me? (_He is seized._) + +LADY H. O, this is agony! (_Aside._) + +NAN. O, this is too hard! (_Aside._) + +LIO. But she agreed to it--she pledged herself. + +LADY H. (_aside_ to LIONEL). In the name of pity, be silent! + +LIO. She accepted the earnest money. She bound herself to serve me + for a year. + +CHO. (_laughing and chattering suddenly_). How absurd! Ha! ha! ha! + It really is too funny! (_Repeating._) + +LADY H. O, but let him be treated kindly. It is plain that the poor + man is distraught. He is out of his senses. He does not know + what he is saying. + +LIO. O cruel, O false! + +NAN. (_aside_). Poor fellow. + +PLUN. (_to_ LIONEL). A word with you. + +TRIS. Away, varlet! (_Trumpets are heard outside._) The Queen is + approaching! + +LIO. The Queen! Ah! her coming brings me hope! (_Takes ring from his + finger and gives it to_ PLUNKET.) This is the ring which my + father left for me. He told you that if I ever should be in + trouble this ring must be presented to the Queen. She will + recognize it and will send me aid at once. Now is the hour + which my father foresaw--O, unhappy day! Now is the hour to + redeem the pledge he left with us, the pledge of his honor + and mine. (_Turns to_ LADY H. _and gazes at her longingly_.) + As for you, how shall I bear the memory of your treachery? + (_Sings._) + + +NO. 18. FINALE. + + LIO. Heav'n forgive this cruel scorning, + All my anguish pardon you, + You, my life's one best beloved, + Teach me hearts can prove untrue. + + LADY H. Heav'n forgive my faithless heart, + Forgive my scorning, + All his anguish pardon me. + + LIO. Cruel girl, does it add to your joy + To wound the heart that loves you well? + My wild grief, my deep despairing, + Must my love and madness tell. + + CHO. Just rebuke of his offences, + Shall not cause so much dismay. + Off to prison let's despatch him, + So our sport no longer delay. + + LADY H. Ah, I wound a heart that loves me well. + +(_Curtain falls as_ LIONEL _is led off under arrest, and_ LADY H. + _steps into a sedan chair which has been brought on. Tableau._) + + + + +ACT FIVE. + +(_Curtain rises on Richmond fair scene, set as before. The courtiers, + all dressed as farmers and maid servants, are standing about._) + + +NO. 18a. + + CHO. I can sew, sir, I can scrub, sir, + I'm a good one at a tub, sir, + Yes, to every sort of work + My hand I turn and never shirk, etc. (_as before_). + +(LADY HARRIET, NANCY _and_ PLUNKET _enter and come down front while + chorus sings_. LIONEL _enters from the other side and wanders + about among the booths, not looking at anything or anyone, + wrapped in a deep reverie. He is plainly distraught, utterly + unbalanced by the sad experience he has had._ LADY H. _and_ + NAN. _are in their hunting costumes_.) + +PLUN. Poor Lionel! He seems quite lost to me! He avoids me, seeks + solitude, or if he does approach his fellow men he utterly + ignores their presence, as now. + +NANCY. Does he seem to have no moments when he knows you? + +PLUN. Not so far. Ever since the Queen recognized the ring I gave + her and restored him to his rightful place and name as Earl of + Derby he seems to think he is no more himself. All the past is + wiped away from his thought and he wanders about in a daze or + dream. + +LADY H. And I am the one who is to blame! + +PLUN. Yes--and no. Nancy here did by me much what you did by Lionel, + but it did not drive me crazy. So after all it is partly Lionel's + strange nature that is to blame. He was always a queer lad, + sensitive to a fault. + +NAN. Did you really think I meant the girls to stick their spears + into you? I was furious with them! + +LADY H. It was my hope that if Lionel found himself again in the + midst of this familiar scene where first we met he might + recognize me and come to himself again. + +NANCY. But not when you are in those clothes. This is the costume you + wore when you were so cruel to him. + +LADY H. That is true. I had forgotten, in my zeal to get all the + rest of them ready. But here he comes. O, Lionel, don't you + know me? (_He repulses her._) + + +NO. 19. + + LIO. When I first that hand did claim, + Was I not repulsed with laughter? + Did that hand not heavy chains + Heap upon me, heedless after? + No, this hand which yesterday, + But yesterday did drive me forth, + Though today 'tis kind again + Ah, to me 'tis nothing worth! + + LADY H. O, he is cruel! + + LIO. Love is turned to hate! + I thought her sent by heav'n to bless, + To shed around her happiness; + What deep and glowing ecstasy + Filled all my heart + When first she smiled on me! + + LADY H. Oh, can these eyes, grown dim with grief, + And wan with tears, seek to betray you? + Oh, doubt me not, for I am thine. + + LIO. I ne'er again can call thee mine! + Dead for aye my trust in thee + Hateful art thou grown to me! + +(LIONEL _rushes off the stage_. LADY H. _sinks weeping into the arms + of_ NANCY.) + +PLUN. Courage, my lady! I see in this very frenzy a hopeful change. + His apathy and indifference were far worse. At least you waked + him up. Better luck next time. + +NAN. Go, my lady, and come back again in the simple little dress + of Martha. When he sees you so it will call up the old memories + and then--if you sing to him--surely his strange hallucination + will not continue. (LADY H. _goes off_.) + +PLUN. Poor lass, my heart aches for her--or it would, if it were + not so busy aching for itself. + +NAN. Yes, it is hardest of all for you--you have loved Lord Lionel + so long. + +PLUN. To tell the truth I was not thinking wholly of Lionel, either! + +NAN. (_demurely_). You have troubles of your own? + +PLUN. You know very well what I mean!--I shall be so lonely when he + leaves me to go and live on his grand estates.--Will you think + of me sometimes, Miss Nancy, sitting all alone in my poor + farmhouse? + +NAN. Ye-es, perhaps--I don't know. I shall think how you sit and + si-i-igh--like that. (_Sighs in mock-serious fashion._) Ah-h-h! + +PLUN. You needn't laugh. It is a serious matter. I am very much + to be pitied. + +NAN. If you could only--(_hesitates_) + +PLUN. What is she going to say now, the witch? (_Aside._) + +NAN. If you could--couldn't you get some one to come and live with + you--a friend, perhaps--or even--a wife--now! Just let your + imagination work a little. + +PLUN. That's so, I _might_ get somebody to marry me! That would + be a good idea. I have a pretty neighbor--a farmer's daughter-- + +NAN. O, indeed! A farmer's daughter? A good steady girl, I've no + doubt, who would always do exactly what you told her. That's an + excellent idea. Marry her by all means! + +PLUN. Will you dance at the wedding? + +NAN. Certainly--and who with a lighter heart? Remember to send me an + invitation. + +PLUN. No, I won't, you little minx! + +NAN. Won't invite me? + +PLUN. Won't marry her. + +NAN. Why not? + +PLUN. I am not in love with her. + +NAN. But you will find plenty of other handsome lasses. + +PLUN. The more I search, the less I find. + +NAN. O, indeed. How unfortunate--for the girls! + +PLUN. None of them suit me. You see, I had a maid once--a little + serving maid--the gayest, prettiest creature--but she ran away + from me-- + +NAN. Perhaps you were not kind to her? + +PLUN. Kind, I? I was kindness itself! I was _too_ kind! I _killed_ + her with kindness! + +NAN. Well, that's the trouble, then. A girl needs a good firm + upstanding sort of a way, to keep her in her place. Don't be + too easy,--take my advice. But tell me about your servant. + +PLUN. O, I don't know as she was so much, after all. But I found + her amusing. She was a well-meaning sort of creature, and + rather good looking, but she couldn't do a thing! She could + not knit or spin, she could only laugh and joke.--But ignorant + as she was, she knew one thing. + +NAN. What was that? + +PLUN. How to make me miss her! + +NAN. Perhaps she misses you! + +PLUN. (_starts toward her_). Nancy--my little Betsy Ann! + +NAN. And though she does not know the things you say, though she is + a poor silly creature who never did a useful thing in all her + life--could she not learn? + +PLUN. Don't torment me, girl. Do you mean what you say? + +NAN. (_laughing at him_). Certainly I mean it. What clever girl + could not learn those things--if she really-- + +PLUN. Really--what?-- + +NAN. O, if it were worth while! + +PLUN. O Nancy, is it worth while?--But no, we must not think of + ourselves while Lionel is in such a state--my poor Lionel! + Until he is right again my home is his. + +NAN. (_walking off a little stiffly_). O, keep your old home! Nobody + wants it! + +PLUN. (_goes after her and speaks in her ear_). I mean to keep + it--and you! + +NAN. If you can! + +PLUN. I can. A voice whispers in my heart! + +NAN. What is the voice that whispers in your heart? + +PLUN. It is the voice of love. + +(LADY H. _returns in peasant costume. She goes up to the groups of + farmers and begins to arrange them in the old order. Speaks._) + +LADY H. Arrange everything just as it was before. Bring the big + chair for the sheriff. Don't look at Lionel. Pretend to be all + occupied with the business of the day. + +NAN. (_looking off_). Here he comes, with his sad and gentle look. + Sing to him, my lady. + +(_Music begins with_ NANCY'S _speech_. LADY H. _sings_.) + + +NO. 20. + + LADY H. Now the April day returning + Girds the earth with living green; + As the moon shines clearer, fairer, + Spring's new loveliness is seen. + Laughing flowers that gem the meadows, + With the stars in beauty vie, + While the nightingale with singing, + Tells his love to earth and sky. + + LIO. Heaven! Martha's singing! + + LADY H. (_approaches him timidly_). See, 'tis Martha. + + CHO. See, he knows her! Sadly, but mildly + Meets her glances + And our advances. + +(LIONEL _moves about among the supposed servants in wonderment_.) + +(NANCY _steps from among them_.) + + NAN. Now hither troop both young and old + The village clock the hour has told! + I can darn, sir, I can sew, sir, + I can milk and I can mow, sir, + I can bake and mend and make, + And garden beds can hoe and rake. + + CHO. Yes, I can clean, sir, I can scrub, sir, + I'm a good one at the tub, sir (_etc., as before_). + + PLUN. (_to_ LIONEL). Come, this way, + We'll choose a servant; + Come with me. + + LIO. (_passes his hand over his brow in bewilderment_). + O, what is it? + + PLUN. Why, the servants + Who at Richmond market gather. + Come, then, choose which one you'd rather. + +(_They approach_ LADY HARRIET _and_ NANCY. LIONEL _stands and + gazes at_ LADY H. _He speaks._) + +LIO. (_perplexed_). Martha, Martha! Is it you? Tell me that this + is indeed you! Tell me that it is no dream. We are together + at last! + +LADY H. Lionel, I am Martha, and your humble, loving servant. You + know what has come to you, fortune and a splendid name. But + before I knew of this, my heart repented. I was ready to go to + you in your prison and claim you as my love. Then you were set + free without my aid--O wretched, cruel girl that I was! Lionel, + I am fairly punished for my worldly pride, my cruel impulse. + But life is hard for girls. Think how they might all have scorned + me if I confessed to having been a servant! But now I care for + nothing--only you. + +LIO. Let all the past be forgotten. Joy smiles at last. At last + my dreams have all come true. + +PLUN. (_to_ NANCY). And what can you do, you useless bit of baggage? + +NANCY (_hums_). I can cook, sir, I can bake, sir,-- + +PLUN. (_laughing_). You are jesting. You are my own little + good-for-nothing. + +NAN. If my master is obstinate--I can bring him to reason. + +PLUN. You will suit me, after all. You will make an excellent + farmer's wife. Come along. + +NAN. There! (_She boxes his ear._) Take that as an earnest. + + LADY H. _sings_. + + +NO. 21. FINALE. + + LADY H. Now the April days returning + Gird the Spring in living green. + + LIO. As the moon shines clearer, fairer, + Spring's new loveliness is seen. + + LADY H. _and_ LIO. While the nightingale with singing, + Tells his love to earth and sky, + Sounds at last love's hour of promise, + Hour of hope and nuptial joy. + + CHO. Sounds at last love's hour of promise, + Hour of hope and nuptial joy. + + +_Curtain._ + + +END. + + + + +_LOVE'S SACRIFICE_ + + _A Pastoral Opera In One Act + For Mixed or Unchanged Voices_ + +_Libretto by DAVID STEVENS_ + +_Music by GEORGE W. CHADWICK_ + +_Time of Performance, Thirty Minutes_ + +PRICE $1.00 + +_"I have been over 'Love's Sacrifice' with much interest. It is a +truly beautiful work and I am prepared to believe that, as you said, +it was written under inspiration. It is Chadwick in a new vein, a +little grand opera, and, so far as I am aware, the first of its kind +in the country. Please congratulate Mr. Chadwick on the truly +inspirational quality of the work." From a leading American +Composer._ + +_C. C. 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