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The Earl's? Alas, that first pair of the six-
You, Philip, are a special hand, I hear,
No? That's comfort. 2nd Ret. Peace, Cook! The Earl descends.-Well, Gerard, see
The Earl at least! Come, there's a proper man,
His eyes are blue—
But leave my hawks alone!
So tall and shapely!
Here's Lord Tresham's self!
Sure to get tangled in his ribbon-ties-
-At last I see our Lord's back and his friend's-
[Jumping down from
the window-bench, and making for the table and
Great joy to our Lord Tresham and his House!
Lord Tresham, Lady Mildred, and the Earl!
Ger. Drink, my boys: Don't mind me- -all 's not right about me— 2nd Ret. [Aside.] He's vexed, now, that he let the show escape!
[To GER.] Remember that the Earl returns this way— Ger. That way?
Will die soon-mind, I said it! He was used
That touched the House's honour, not an eye
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 servants'-hall
To hear what's going on inside? They'd follow
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,
Yet taking in your person, fame avers,
The worthiness and grace and dignity
Our Houses even closer than respect
The welcome I should give ;-'tis given! My lord,
To Austin: all are yours.
-But add to that,
I thank you-less
For the expressed commendings which your seal,
My putting from me.. to my heart I take
Your praise.. but praise less claims my gratitude,
Of what must needs be uppermost with one
That lady .. oh more, more I love her! Wealth,
they're yours, you know, choice-but grant
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 ! 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.
Were dull compared with mine to search out faults,
Or to refuse.
Mark him, Austin; that's true love!
But you, you grant my suit?
My best of words
If hers encourage you. I trust it will.
Mer. I.. I.. our two demesnes, remember, touch—
I have been used to wander carelessly
Thro' thicks and glades a mile in yours,—or else