Gaucelme. [The Courtiers, who have been drawing Gaucelme. To point out how your You know not, by the Duke her father's will, The lady, if she weds beneath her rank, Forfeits her Duchy in the next heir's favour to So 'tis expressly stipulate. And if It can be shown 'tis her intent to wed Berthold. What insanity? Guibert. Sir, there's one Valence, the You saw and heard this morning Was of considerable standing here: Creeps here with difficulty, finds a place So runs the story: is that credible? prised The lady as powerless: he stands fast by her! The Duchess (aside]. And do such deeds spring up from love alone? Guibert. But here occurs the question, does the lady 30 Love him again? I say, how else can she? Can she forget how he stood singly forth In her defence, dared outrage all of us, Insult yourself - for what, save love's reward? The Duchess [aside]. And is love then the sole reward of love? Guibert. But, love him as she may and must -you ask, Means she to wed him? "Yes," both natures answer! Both, in their pride, point out the sole result; Nought less would he accept nor she propose. For each conjecture was she great enough Sure that I do not love him! Guibert. may this prattle mean Unless to prove with what alacrity She assuredly remains. were so, And let me, as these phrase it, wed my love Yet keep my Duchy? You perhaps exceed Him, even, in disinterestedness! Berthold. How, lady, should all this affect my purpose? Your will and choice are still as ever, free. Say, you have known a worthier than myself In mind and heart, of happier form and face Others must have their birthright: I have gifts, To balance theirs, not blot them out of sight. Against a hundred alien qualities, The Duchess. And my heart away? Berthold. When have I made pretension to your heart? I give none. I shall keep your honour safe: With mine I trust you, as the sculptor trusts What were the use of planting a few seeds The thankless climate never would mature Affections all repelled by circumstance? As Colombe of Ravestein, the claims Or never need admit them, as my wife 10 And either way, all's ended! Let all end! The Duchess. He'll have his word against the bargain He's not the man to tamely acquiesce. One passionate appeal - upbraiding even, May turn the tide again. Despair not yet! [They retire a little. Berthold [to MELCHIOR]. The Empire has its old success, my friend! Melchior. You've had your way: before the spokesman speaks, Let me, but this once, work a problem out, 20 And ever more be dumb! The Empire wins? To better purpose have I read my books! Enter VALENCE. Melchior to the Courtiers]. Apart, my masters! [To VALENCE.] Sir, one word with you! am a poor dependant of the Prince's Pitched on to speak, as of slight consequence. You are no higher, I find: in other words, We two, as probably the wisest here, Need not hold diplomatic talk like fools. Suppose I speak, divesting the plain fact Of all their tortuous phrases, fit for them? 30 Do you reply so, and what trouble saved! The Prince, then an embroiled strange heap of news This moment reaches him if true or All dignity forbids he should inquire Yet somehow must inquire, lest slander May reach, and dwell with, what she looks 70 upon? Melchior [to the Prince]. Now to him, you! Berthold [to VALENCE]. My friend ac quaints you, sir, The noise runs. now return but this charge which I [Offers the requisition, which she takes. Wishing your good. The Duchess [having subscribed it]. And opportunely, sir Since at a birthday's close, like this of mine, Good wishes gentle deeds reciprocate. Most on a wedding-day, as mine is too, Should gifts be thought of: yours comes first by right. Ask of me! Berthold. asks, He shall have whate'er he For your sake and his own. Valence (aside]. If I should ask The withered bunch of flowers she wears perhaps, One last touch of her hand, I never more Shall see! [After a pause, presenting his paper to the Prince. Cleves' Prince, redress the wrongs of Cleves! Berthold. I will, sir! The Duchess [as VALENCE prepares to retire]. Nay, do out your duty, first! You bore this paper; I have registered My answer to it: read it and have done! [VALENCE reads it. I take him give up Juliers and the world. This is my Birthday. Berthold, my one hero Of the world she gives up, one friend worth my books, Sole man I think it pays the pains to watch, Speak, for I know you through your Popes and Kings! Berthold [after a pause]. Lady, well rewarded! Sir, as well deserved! I could not imitate I hardly envy now, To pluck and set upon my barren helm you, The vulgar way, repulse your enemies, | A somewhat wearier life seems to remain Win you new realms, or best, to save the Than I thought possible where . . . old 'faith, their life Die blissfully that's past so long ago! He wishes you no need, thought, care of 40 50 60 Begins already! They're too occupied 70 To listen: and few words content me best. [Abruptly to the Courtiers.] I am your Duke, though! Who obey me here? The Duchess. Adolf and Sabyne follow us |