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The Earl's? Alas, that first pair of the six-
They paw the ground-Ah, Walter! and that brute
Just on his haunches by the wheel !
6th Ret.

Ay-Ay!
You, Philip, are a special hand, I hear,
At
soups

and sauces—what 's a horse to you?
D'ye mark that beast they 've slid into the midst
So cunningly ?—then, Philip, mark this further;
No leg has he to stand on !
1st Ret.

No ? That's comfori. 2nd Ret. Peace, Cook! The Earl descends.Well,

Gerard, see
The Earl at least ! Come, there's a proper man,
I hope! Why, Ralph, no falcon, Pole or Swede,
Has got a starrier eye-
3rd Ret.

His But leave my hawks alone ! 4th Ret.

So young, and yet
So tall and shapely!
5th Ret.

Here's Lord Tresham's self !
There now-there's what a nobleman should be !
He's older, graver, loftier, he 's more like
A House's Head !
2nd Ret.

But
you

'd not have a boy
- And what's the Earl beside ?-possess too soon
That stateliness ?
1st Ret.

Our Master takes his handRichard and his white staff are on the moveBack fall our people-(tsh !-there's Timothy

eyes are blue

Sure to get tangled in his ribbon-ties
And Peter's cursed rosette's a-coming off!)

- At last I see our Lord's back and his friend's-
And the whole beautiful bright company
Close round them—in they go! [Jumping down from

the window-bench, and making for the table and its jugs, fc.]

Good health, long life, Great joy to our Lord Tresham and his House !

6th Ret. My father drove his father first to court,
After his marriage-day-ay, did he !
2nd Ret.

God bless
Lord Tresham, Lady Mildred, and the Earl !
Here, Gerard, reach your beaker!
Ger.

Drink, my boys : Don't mind me-all 's not right about me-drink! 2nd Ret. [Aside.] He's vexed, now, that he let the

show escape ! [To GER.] Remember that the Earl returns this wayGer. That

way

?
2nd Ret.
Ger.

Then my way 's here. [Goes. 2nd Ret.

Old Gerard Will die soon-mind, I said it! He was used To care about the pitifullest thing That touched the House's honour, not an eye But his could see wherein-and on a cause Of scarce a quarter this importance, Gerard Fairly had fretted flesh and bone away In cares that this was right, nor that was wrong,

Just so.

Such a point decorous, and such by rule(He knew such niceties, no herald more) And now-you see his humour: die he will ! 2nd Ret. God help him! Who's for the great ser

vants'-hall To hear what's going on inside? They'd follow Lord Tresham into the saloon. 3rd Ret.

I!4th Ret.

I!-
Leave Frank alone for catching, at the door,
Some hint of how the parley goes inside!
Prosperity to the great House once more-
Here's the last drop !
1 st Ret.

Have at you! Boys, hurrah !

SCENE II.-A Saloon in the Mansion.

Enter LORD TRESHAM, LORD MERTOUN; AUSTIN and GUENDOLEN.

Tresh. I welcome you, Lord Mertoun, yet once more, To this ancestral roof of mine. Your name -Noble among the noblest in itself, Yet taking in your person, fame avers, New price and lustre,-(as that gem you wear, Transmitted from a hundred knightly breasts, Fresh chased and set and fixed by its last lord, Seems to re-kindle at the core)—your name Would win you welcome ! Mer.

Thanks!

Tresh.

-But add to that,
The worthiness and grace and dignity
Of your proposal for uniting both
Our Houses even closer than respect
Unites them now_add these, and you must grant
One favor more, nor that the least to think
The welcome I should give ;-'tis given! My lord,
My only brother, Austin-he's the King's.
Our cousin, Lady Guendolen--betrothed
To Austin : all are yours.
Mer.

I thank you-less
For the expressed commendings which your seal,
And only that, authenticates-forbi
My putting from me . . to my heart I take
Your praise . . but praise less claims my gratitude,
Than the indulgent insight it implies
Of what must needs be uppermost with one
Who comes, like me,

with the bare leave to ask, In weighed and measured unimpassioned words, A gift, which, if as calmly 'tis denied, He must withdraw, content upon his cheek, Despair within his soul :—that I dare ask Firmly, near boldly, near with confidence That gift, I have to thank you.—Yes, Lord Tresham, I love your sister-as you

'd have one love That lady .. oh more, more I love her! Wealth, Rank, all the world thinks me, they're yours, you know, To hold or part with, at your choice—but grant My true self, me without a rood of land,

A piece of gold, a name of yesterday,
Grant me that lady, and you .

Death or life?
Guen. [apart to Aus.] Why, this is loving, Austin !
Aus.

He's so young!
Guen. Young? Old enough, I think, to half surmise
He never had obtained an entrance here,
Were all this fear and trembling needed.
Aus.

Hush !
He reddens.

Guen. Mark him, Austin; that's true love !
Ours must begin again.
Tresh.

We'll sit, my lord.
Ever with best desert

goes

diffidence.
I may speak plainly nor be misconceived.
That I am wholly satisfied with you
On this occasion, when a falcon's eye
Were dull compared with mine to search out faults,
Is somewhat. Mildred's hand is hers to give
Or to refuse.

Mer. But you, you grant my suit?
I have your word if hers ?
Tresh.

My best of words
If hers encourage you. I trust it will.
Have you seen Lady Mildred, by the way?

Mer. I..1.. our two demesnes, remember, touch-
I have been used to wander carelessly
After my stricken game—the heron roused
Deep in my woods, has trailed its broken wing
Thro' thicks and glades a mile in yours,—or else

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