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A BLOT IN THE SCUTCHEON.
SCENE I.— The interior of a Lodge in LORD TRESHAM's Park.
Many Retainers crowded at the window, supposed to command a view of the entrance to his Mansion. GERARD, the Warrener, sitting alone, his back to a table on which are flagons, 8c.
1st Ret. Ay-do-push, friends, and then you 'll push
But there's no breeding in a man of you
Ger. Save your courtesies, my friend.
Now, Gerard, out with it!
What then? 2nd Ret. What then ? Why, you she speaks to, if
she meets Your worship, smiles on as you hold apart The boughs to let her thro' her forest walks, You, always favourite for your no-deserts, You've heard, these three days, how Earl Mertoun sues To lay his heart, and house, and broad lands too, At Lady Mildred's feet—and while we squeeze Ourselves into a mousehole lest we miss One congee of the least page in his train, You sit o' one side—" there's the Earl,” say
he has let Both swans he tamed for Lady Mildred, swim Over the falls and gain the river!
Is not to-morrow my inspecting day
you and for your hawks ? 4th Ret.
Let Gerard be!
1st Ret. Our retainers look as fine-
He's only bowing, fool ! The Earl's man bent us lower by this much.
1st Ret. That's comfort. Here's a very cavalcade!
3d Ret. I don't see wherefore Richard, and his troop Of silk and silver varlets there, should find Their perfumed selves so indispensable On high days, holy-days! Would it so disgrace Our Family, if I, for instance, stood — In my right hand a cast of Swedish hawks, A leash of greyhounds in my left ?Ger.
-With Hugh The logman for supporter-in his right The bill-hook-in his left the brushwood-shears ! 3rd Ret. Out on you, crab ! What next, what next ?
The Earl ! 1st Ret. Oh, Walter, groom, our horses, do they