The Borderers. A Tragedy Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
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| SCENE Road in a Wood | B |
| WALLACE and LACY | C |
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| LACY The troop will be impatient let us hie | D |
| Back to our post and strip the Scottish Foray | E |
| Of their rich Spoil ere they recross the Border | F |
| Pity that our young Chief will have no part | G |
| In this good service | H |
| WAL Rather let us grieve | I |
| That in the undertaking which has caused | J |
| His absence he hath sought whate'er his aim | K |
| Companionship with One of crooked ways | L |
| From whose perverted soul can come no good | B |
| To our confiding open hearted Leader | F |
| LACY True and remembering how the Band have proved | M |
| That Oswald finds small favour in our sight | N |
| Well may we wonder he has gained such power | F |
| Over our much loved Captain | O |
| WAL I have heard | P |
| Of some dark deed to which in early life | Q |
| His passion drove him then a Voyager | F |
| Upon the midland Sea You knew his bearing | R |
| In Palestine | S |
| LACY Where he despised alike | T |
| Mahommedan and Christian But enough | U |
| Let us begone the Band may else be foiled Exeunt | P |
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| Enter MARMADUKE and WILFRED | P |
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| WIL Be cautious my dear Master | F |
| MAR I perceive | I |
| That fear is like a cloak which old men huddle | V |
| About their love as if to keep it warm | W |
| WIL Nay but I grieve that we should part This Stranger | F |
| For such he is | X |
| MAR Your busy fancies Wilfred | P |
| Might tempt me to a smile but what of him | Y |
| WIL You know that you have saved his life | Q |
| MAR I know it | P |
| WIL And that he hates you Pardon me perhaps | Z |
| That word was hasty | P |
| MAR Fy no more of it | P |
| WIL Dear Master gratitude's a heavy burden | O |
| To a proud Soul Nobody loves this Oswald | P |
| Yourself you do not love him | Y |
| MAR I do more | A2 |
| I honour him Strong feelings to his heart | P |
| Are natural and from no one can be learnt | P |
| More of man's thoughts and ways than his experience | B2 |
| Has given him power to teach and then for courage | C2 |
| And enterprise what perils hath he shunned | P |
| What obstacles hath he failed to overcome | D2 |
| Answer these questions from our common knowledge | C2 |
| And be at rest | P |
| WIL Oh Sir | F |
| MAR Peace my good Wilfred | P |
| Repair to Liddesdale and tell the Band | P |
| I shall be with them in two days at farthest | P |
| WIL May He whose eye is over all protect you Exit | P |
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| Enter OSWALD a bunch of plants in his hand | P |
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| OSW This wood is rich in plants and curious simples | B2 |
| MAR looking at them The wild rose and the poppy and the | E2 |
| nightshade | P |
| Which is your favourite Oswald | P |
| OSW That which while it is | B2 |
| Strong to destroy is also strong to heal | F2 |
| Looking forward | P |
| Not yet in sight We'll saunter here awhile | G2 |
| They cannot mount the hill by us unseen | H2 |
| MAR a letter in his hand It is no common thing when one like | T |
| you | I2 |
| Performs these delicate services and therefore | A2 |
| I feel myself much bounden to you Oswald | P |
| 'Tis a strange letter this You saw her write it | P |
| OSW And saw the tears with which she blotted it | P |
| MAR And nothing less would satisfy him | Y |
| OSW No less | B2 |
| For that another in his Child's affection | O |
| Should hold a place as if 'twere robbery | P |
| He seemed to quarrel with the very thought | P |
| Besides I know not what strange prejudice | B2 |
| Is rooted in his mind this Band of ours | B2 |
| Which you've collected for the noblest ends | B2 |
| Along the confines of the Esk and Tweed | P |
| To guard the Innocent he calls us Outlaws | B2 |
| And for yourself in plain terms he asserts | B2 |
| This garb was taken up that indolence | B2 |
| Might want no cover and rapacity | P |
| Be better fed | P |
| MAR Ne'er may I own the heart | P |
| That cannot feel for one helpless as he is | B2 |
| OSW Thou know'st me for a Man not easily moved | P |
| Yet was I grievously provoked to think | J2 |
| Of what I witnessed | P |
| MAR This day will suffice | B2 |
| To end her wrongs | B2 |
| OSW But if the blind Man's tale | K2 |
| Should 'yet' be true | I2 |
| MAR Would it were possible | V |
| Did not the soldier tell thee that himself | L2 |
| And others who survived the wreck beheld | P |
| The Baron Herbert perish in the waves | B2 |
| Upon the coast of Cyprus | B2 |
| OSW Yes even so | B2 |
| And I had heard the like before in sooth | E2 |
| The tale of this his quondam Barony | O |
| Is cunningly devised and on the back | M2 |
| Of his forlorn appearance could not fail | K2 |
| To make the proud and vain his tributaries | B2 |
| And stir the pulse of lazy charity | P |
| The seignories of Herbert are in Devon | O |
| We neighbours of the Esk and Tweed 'tis much | N2 |
| The Arch Impostor | F |
| MAR Treat him gently Oswald | P |
| Though I have never seen his face methinks | B2 |
| There cannot come a day when I shall cease | B2 |
| To love him I remember when a Boy | O2 |
| Of scarcely seven years' growth beneath the Elm | P2 |
| That casts its shade over our village school | Q2 |
| 'Twas my delight to sit and hear Idonea | O |
| Repeat her Father's terrible adventures | B2 |
| Till all the band of playmates wept together | F |
| And that was the beginning of my love | R2 |
| And through all converse of our later years | B2 |
| An image of this old Man still was present | P |
| When I had been most happy Pardon me | P |
| If this be idly spoken | O |
| OSW See they come | D2 |
| Two Travellers | B2 |
| MAR points The woman is Idonea | O |
| OSW And leading Herbert | P |
| MAR We must let them pass | B2 |
| This thicket will conceal us | B2 |
| They step aside | P |
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| Enter IDONEA leading HERBERT blind | P |
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| IDON Dear Father you sigh deeply ever since | B2 |
| We left the willow shade by the brook side | P |
| Your natural breathing has been troubled | P |
| HER Nay | O |
| You are too fearful yet must I confess | B2 |
| Our march of yesterday had better suited | P |
| A firmer step than mine | O |
| IDON That dismal Moor | S2 |
| In spite of all the larks that cheered our path | E2 |
| I never can forgive it but how steadily | P |
| 'You' paced along when the bewildering moonlight | P |
| Mocked me with many a strange fantastic shape | T2 |
| I thought the Convent never would appear | U2 |
| It seemed to move away from us and yet | P |
| That you are thus the fault is mine for the air | V2 |
| Was soft and warm no dew lay on the grass | B2 |
| And midway on the waste ere night had fallen | O |
| I spied a Covert walled and roofed with sods | B2 |
| A miniature belike some Shepherd boy | O2 |
| Who might have found a nothing doing hour | F |
| Heavier than work raised it within that hut | P |
| We might have made a kindly bed of heath | E2 |
| And thankfully there rested side by side | P |
| Wrapped in our cloaks and with recruited strength | E2 |
| Have hailed the morning sun But cheerily Father | F |
| That staff of yours I could almost have heart | P |
| To fling't away from you you make no use | B2 |
| Of me or of my strength come let me feel | F2 |
| That you do press upon me There indeed | P |
| You are quite exhausted Let us rest awhile | G2 |
| On this green bank He sits down | O |
| HER after some time Idonea you are silent | P |
| And I divine the cause | B2 |
| IDON Do not reproach me | P |
| I pondered patiently your wish and will | W2 |
| When I gave way to your request and now | O |
| When I behold the ruins of that face | B2 |
| Those eyeballs dark dark beyond hope of light | P |
| And think that they were blasted for my sake | X2 |
| The name of Marmaduke is blown away | O |
| Father I would not change that sacred feeling | R |
| For all this world can give | Y2 |
| HER Nay be composed | P |
| Few minutes gone a faintness overspread | P |
| My frame and I bethought me of two things | B2 |
| I ne'er had heart to separate my grave | Z2 |
| And thee my Child | P |
| IDON Believe me honoured Sire | F |
| 'Tis weariness that breeds these gloomy fancies | B2 |
| And you mistake the cause you hear the woods | B2 |
| Resound with music could you see the sun | O |
| And look upon the pleasant face of Nature | F |
| HER I comprehend thee I should be as cheerful | V |
| As if we two were twins two songsters bred | P |
| In the same nest my spring time one with thine | O |
| My fancies fancies if they be are such | N2 |
| As come dear Child from a far deeper source | B2 |
| Than bodily weariness While here we sit | P |
| I feel my strength returning The bequest | P |
| Of thy kind Patroness which to receive | I |
| We have thus far adventured will suffice | B2 |
| To save thee from the extreme of penury | P |
| But when thy Father must lie down and die | P |
| How wilt thou stand alone | O |
| IDON Is he not strong | A3 |
| Is he not valiant | P |
| HER Am I then so soon | O |
| Forgotten have my warnings passed so quickly | P |
| Out of thy mind My dear my only Child | P |
| Thou wouldst be leaning on a broker reed | P |
| This Marmaduke | B3 |
| IDON O could you hear his voice | B2 |
| Alas you do not know him He is one | O |
| I wot not what ill tongue has wronged him with you | I2 |
| All gentleness and love His face bespeaks | B2 |
| A deep and simple meekness and that Soul | C3 |
| Which with the motion of a virtuous act | P |
| Flashes a look of terror upon guilt | P |
| Is after conflict quiet as the ocean | O |
| By a miraculous finger stilled at once | B2 |
| HER Unhappy Woman | O |
| IDON Nay it was my duty | P |
| Thus much to speak but think not I forget | P |
| Dear Father how 'could' I forget and live | D3 |
| You and the story of that doleful night | P |
| When Antioch blazing to her topmost towers | B2 |
| You rushed into the murderous flames returned | P |
| Blind as the grave but as you oft have told me | P |
| Clasping your infant Daughter to your heart | P |
| HER Thy Mother too scarce had I gained the door | A2 |
| I caught her voice she threw herself upon me | P |
| I felt thy infant brother in her arms | B2 |
| She saw my blasted face a tide of soldiers | B2 |
| That instant rushed between us and I heard | P |
| Her last death shriek distinct among a thousand | P |
| IDON Nay Father stop not let me hear it all | E3 |
| HER Dear Daughter precious relic of that time | F3 |
| For my old age it doth remain with thee | P |
| To make it what thou wilt Thou hast been told | P |
| That when on our return from Palestine | O |
| I found how my domains had been usurped | P |
| I took thee in my arms and we began | O |
| Our wanderings together Providence | B2 |
| At length conducted us to Rossland there | V2 |
| Our melancholy story moved a Stranger | F |
| To take thee to her home and for myself | L2 |
| Soon after the good Abbot of St Cuthbert's | B2 |
| Supplied my helplessness with food and raiment | P |
| And as thou know'st gave me that humble Cot | P |
| Where now we dwell For many years I bore | A2 |
| Thy absence till old age and fresh infirmities | B2 |
| Exacted thy return and our reunion | O |
| I did not think that during that long absence | B2 |
| My Child forgetful of the name of Herbert | P |
| Had given her love to a wild Freebooter | A2 |
| Who here upon the borders of the Tweed | P |
| Doth prey alike on two distracted Countries | B2 |
| Traitor to both | E2 |
| IDON Oh could you hear his voice | B2 |
| I will not call on Heaven to vouch for me | P |
| But let this kiss speak what is in my heart | P |
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| Enter a Peasant | P |
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| PEA Good morrow Strangers If you want a Guide | P |
| Let me have leave to serve you | I2 |
| IDON My Companion | O |
| Hath need of rest the sight of Hut or Hostel | V |
| Would be most welcome | D2 |
| PEA Yon white hawthorn gained | P |
| You will look down into a dell and there | A2 |
| Will see an ash from which a sign board hangs | B2 |
| The house is hidden by the shade Old Man | O |
| You seem worn out with travel shall I support you | I2 |
| HER I thank you but a resting place so near | A2 |
| 'Twere wrong to trouble you | I2 |
| PEA God speed you both | E2 |
| Exit Peasant | P |
| HER Idonea we must part Be not alarmed | P |
| 'Tis but for a few days a thought has struck me | P |
| IDON That I should leave you at this house and thence | B2 |
| Proceed alone It shall be so for strength | E2 |
| Would fail you ere our journey's end be reached | P |
| Exit HERBERT supported by IDONEA | O |
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| Re enter MARMADUKE and OSWALD | P |
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| MAR This instant will we stop him | Y |
| OSW Be not hasty | P |
| For sometimes in despite of my conviction | O |
| He tempted me to think the Story true | I2 |
| 'Tis plain he loves the Maid and what he said | P |
| That savoured of aversion to thy name | K |
| Appeared the genuine colour of his soul | C3 |
| Anxiety lest mischief should befal her | A2 |
| After his death | E2 |
| MAR I have been much deceived | P |
| OSW But sure he loves the Maiden and never love | R2 |
| Could find delight to nurse itself so strangely | P |
| Thus to torment her with 'inventions' death | E2 |
| There must be truth in this | B2 |
| MAR Truth in his story | P |
| He must have felt it then known what it was | B2 |
| And in such wise to rack her gentle heart | P |
| Had been a tenfold cruelty | P |
| OSW Strange pleasures | B2 |
| Do we poor mortals cater for ourselves | B2 |
| To see him thus provoke her tenderness | B2 |
| With tales of weakness and infirmity | P |
| I'd wager on his life for twenty years | B2 |
| MAR We will not waste an hour in such a cause | B2 |
| OSW Why this is noble shake her off at once | B2 |
| MAR Her virtues are his instruments A Man | O |
| Who has so practised on the world's cold sense | B2 |
| May well deceive his Child what leave her thus | B2 |
| A prey to a deceiver no no no | O |
| 'Tis but a word and then | O |
| OSW Something is here | A2 |
| More than we see or whence this strong aversion | O |
| Marmaduke I suspect unworthy tales | B2 |
| Have reached his ear you have had enemies | B2 |
| MAR Enemies of his own coinage | G3 |
| OSW That may be | P |
| But wherefore slight protection such as you | I2 |
| Have power to yield perhaps he looks elsewhere | A2 |
| I am perplexed | P |
| MAR What hast thou heard or seen | O |
| OSW No no the thing stands clear of mystery | P |
| As you have said he coins himself the slander | A2 |
| With which he taints her ear for a plain reason | O |
| He dreads the presence of a virtuous man | O |
| Like you he knows your eye would search his heart | P |
| Your justice stamp upon his evil deeds | B2 |
| The punishment they merit All is plain | O |
| It cannot be | P |
| MAR What cannot be | P |
| OSW Yet that a Father | A2 |
| Should in his love admit no rivalship | T2 |
| And torture thus the heart of his own Child | P |
| MAR Nay you abuse my friendship | T2 |
| OSW Heaven forbid | P |
| There was a circumstance trifling indeed | P |
| It struck me at the time yet I believe | I |
| I never should have thought of it again | O |
| But for the scene which we by chance have witnessed | P |
| MAR What is your meaning | R |
| OSW Two days gone I saw | B2 |
| Though at a distance and he was disguised | P |
| Hovering round Herbert's door a man whose figure | A2 |
| Resembled much that cold voluptuary | A2 |
| The villain Clifford He hates you and he knows | B2 |
| Where he can stab you deepest | P |
| MAR Clifford never | A2 |
| Would stoop to skulk about a Cottage door | A2 |
| It could not be | P |
| OSW And yet I now remember | A2 |
| That when your praise was warm upon my tongue | H3 |
| And the blind Man was told how you had rescued | P |
| A maiden from the ruffian violence | B2 |
| Of this same Clifford he became impatient | P |
| And would not hear me | P |
| MAR No it cannot be | P |
| I dare not trust myself with such a thought | P |
| Yet whence this strange aversion You are a man | O |
| Not used to rash conjectures | B2 |
| OSW If you deem it | P |
| A thing worth further notice we must act | P |
| With caution sift the matter artfully | P |
| Exeunt MARMADUKE and OSWALD | P |
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| SCENE The door of the Hostel | V |
| HERBERT IDONEA and Host | P |
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| HER seated As I am dear to you remember Child | P |
| This last request | P |
| IDON You know me Sire farewell | I3 |
| HER And are you going then Come come Idonea | O |
| We must not part I have measured many a league | J3 |
| When these old limbs had need of rest and now | O |
| I will not play the sluggard | P |
| IDON Nay sit down | O |
| Turning to Host | P |
| Good Host such tendance as you would expect | P |
| From your own Children if yourself were sick | K3 |
| Let this old Man find at your hands poor Leader | A2 |
| Looking at the dog | L3 |
| We soon shall meet again If thou neglect | P |
| This charge of thine then ill befall thee Look | M3 |
| The little fool is loth to stay behind | P |
| Sir Host by all the love you bear to courtesy | P |
| Take care of him and feed the truant well | I3 |
| HOST Fear not I will obey you but One so young | H3 |
| And One so fair it goes against my heart | P |
| That you should travel unattended Lady | P |
| I have a palfrey and a groom the lad | P |
| Shall squire you would it not be better Sir | A2 |
| And for less fee than I would let him run | O |
| For any lady I have seen this twelvemonth | E2 |
| IDON You know Sir I have been too long your guard | P |
| Not to have learnt to laugh at little fears | B2 |
| Why if a wolf should leap from out a thicket | P |
| A look of mine would send him scouring back | M2 |
| Unless I differ from the thing I am | N3 |
| When you are by my side | P |
| HER Idonea wolves | B2 |
| Are not the enemies that move my fears | B2 |
| IDON No more I pray of this Three days at farthest | P |
| Will bring me back protect him Saints farewell | I3 |
| Exit IDONEA | O |
| HOST 'Tis never drought with us St Cuthbert and his Pilgrims | B2 |
| Thanks to them are to us a stream of comfort | P |
| Pity the Maiden did not wait a while | G2 |
| She could not Sir have failed of company | O |
| HER Now she is gone I fain would call her back | M2 |
| HOST calling Holla | G2 |
| HER No no the business must be done | O |
| What means this riotous noise | B2 |
| HOST The villagers | B2 |
| Are flocking in a wedding festival | G2 |
| That's all God save you Sir | A2 |
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| Enter OSWALD | P |
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| OSW Ha as I live | D3 |
| The Baron Herbert | P |
| HOST Mercy the Baron Herbert | P |
| OSW So far into your journey on my life | Q |
| You are a lusty Traveller But how fare you | I2 |
| HER Well as the wreck I am permits And you Sir | A2 |
| OSW I do not see Idonea | O |
| HER Dutiful Girl | G2 |
| She is gone before to spare my weariness | B2 |
| But what has brought you hither | A2 |
| OSW A slight affair | A2 |
| That will be soon despatched | P |
| HER Did Marmaduke | B3 |
| Receive that letter | A2 |
| OSW Be at peace The tie | P |
| Is broken you will hear no more of 'him' | N3 |
| HER This is true comfort thanks a thousand times | B2 |
| That noise would I had gone with her as far | A2 |
| As the Lord Clifford's Castle I have heard | P |
| That in his milder moods he has expressed | P |
| Compassion for me His influence is great | P |
| With Henry our good King the Baron might | P |
| Have heard my suit and urged my plea at Court | P |
| No matter he's a dangerous Man That noise | B2 |
| 'Tis too disorderly for sleep or rest | P |
| Idonea would have fears for me the Convent | P |
| Will give me quiet lodging You have a boy good Host | P |
| And he must lead me back | M2 |
| OSW You are most lucky | O |
| I have been waiting in the wood hard by | P |
| For a companion here he comes our journey | O |
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| Enter MARMADUKE | B3 |
| - | |
| Lies on your way accept us as your Guides | B2 |
| HER Alas I creep so slowly | O |
| OSW Never fear | A2 |
| We'll not complain of that | P |
| HER My limbs are stiff | O3 |
| And need repose Could you but wait an hour | A2 |
| OSW Most willingly Come let me lead you in | O |
| And while you take your rest think not of us | B2 |
| We'll stroll into the wood lean on my arm | N3 |
| Conducts HERBERT into the house Exit MARMADUKE | B3 |
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| Enter Villagers | B2 |
| - | |
| OSW to himself coming out of the Hostel | G2 |
| I have prepared a most apt Instrument | P |
| The Vagrant must no doubt be loitering somewhere | A2 |
| About this ground she hath a tongue well skilled | P |
| By mingling natural matter of her own | O |
| With all the daring fictions I have taught her | A2 |
| To win belief such as my plot requires | B2 |
| Exit OSWALD | P |
| - | |
| Enter more Villagers a Musician among them | N3 |
| - | |
| HOST to them Into the court my Friend and perch yourself | L2 |
| Aloft upon the elm tree Pretty Maids | B2 |
| Garlands and flowers and cakes and merry thoughts | B2 |
| Are here to send the sun into the west | P |
| More speedily than you belike would wish | P3 |
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| SCENE changes to the Wood adjoining the Hostel MARMADUKE and | P |
| OSWALD entering | R |
| - | |
| MAR I would fain hope that we deceive ourselves | B2 |
| When first I saw him sitting there alone | O |
| It struck upon my heart I know not how | O |
| OSW To day will clear up all You marked a Cottage | C2 |
| That ragged Dwelling close beneath a rock | Q3 |
| By the brook side it is the abode of One | O |
| A Maiden innocent till ensnared by Clifford | P |
| Who soon grew weary of her but alas | B2 |
| What she had seen and suffered turned her brain | O |
| Cast off by her Betrayer she dwells alone | O |
| Nor moves her hands to any needful work | R3 |
| She eats her food which every day the peasants | B2 |
| Bring to her hut and so the Wretch has lived | P |
| Ten years and no one ever heard her voice | B2 |
| But every night at the first stroke of twelve | S3 |
| She quits her house and in the neighbouring Churchyard | P |
| Upon the self same spot in rain or storm | N3 |
| She paces out the hour 'twixt twelve and one | O |
| She paces round and round an Infant's grave | Z2 |
| And in the churchyard sod her feet have worn | O |
| A hollow ring they say it is knee deep | T2 |
| Ah what is here | A2 |
| A female Beggar rises up rubbing her eyes as if in sleep a | E2 |
| Child in her arms | B2 |
| BEG Oh Gentlemen I thank you | I2 |
| I've had the saddest dream that ever troubled | P |
| The heart of living creature My poor Babe | T3 |
| Was crying as I thought crying for bread | P |
| When I had none to give him whereupon | O |
| I put a slip of foxglove in his hand | P |
| Which pleased him so that he was hushed at once | B2 |
| When into one of those same spotted bells | B2 |
| A bee came darting which the Child with joy | O2 |
| Imprisoned there and held it to his ear | A2 |
| And suddenly grew black as he would die | P |
| MAR We have no time for this my babbling Gossip | T2 |
| Here's what will comfort you | I2 |
| Gives her money | O |
| BEG The Saints reward you | I2 |
| For this good deed Well Sirs this passed away | O |
| And afterwards I fancied a strange dog | L3 |
| Trotting alone along the beaten road | P |
| Came to my child as by my side he slept | P |
| And fondling licked his face then on a sudden | O |
| Snapped fierce to make a morsel of his head | P |
| But here he is kissing the Child it must have been a dream | N3 |
| OSW When next inclined to sleep take my advice | B2 |
| And put your head good Woman under cover | A2 |
| BEG Oh sir you would not talk thus if you knew | I2 |
| What life is this of ours how sleep will master | A2 |
| The weary worn You gentlefolk have got | P |
| Warm chambers to your wish I'd rather be | O |
| A stone than what I am But two nights gone | O |
| The darkness overtook me wind and rain | O |
| Beat hard upon my head and yet I saw | B2 |
| A glow worm through the covert of the furze | B2 |
| Shine calmly as if nothing ailed the sky | P |
| At which I half accused the God in Heaven | O |
| You must forgive me | O |
| OSW Ay and if you think | J2 |
| The Fairies are to blame and you should chide | P |
| Your favourite saint no matter this good day | O |
| Has made amends | B2 |
| BEG Thanks to you both but O sir | A2 |
| How would you like to travel on whole hours | B2 |
| As I have done my eyes upon the ground | P |
| Expecting still I knew not how to find | P |
| A piece of money glittering through the dust | P |
| MAR This woman is a prater Pray good Lady | O |
| Do you tell fortunes | B2 |
| BEG Oh Sir you are like the rest | P |
| This Little one it cuts me to the heart | P |
| Well they might turn a beggar from their doors | B2 |
| But there are Mothers who can see the Babe | T3 |
| Here at my breast and ask me where I bought it | P |
| This they can do and look upon my face | B2 |
| But you Sir should be kinder | A2 |
| MAR Come hither Fathers | B2 |
| And learn what nature is from this poor Wretch | P3 |
| BEG Ay Sir there's nobody that feels for us | B2 |
| Why now but yesterday I overtook | M3 |
| A blind old Greybeard and accosted him | N3 |
| I' th' name of all the Saints and by the Mass | B2 |
| He should have used me better Charity | O |
| If you can melt a rock he is your man | O |
| But I'll be even with him here again | O |
| Have I been waiting for him | N3 |
| OSW Well but softly | O |
| Who is it that hath wronged you | I2 |
| BEG Mark you me | O |
| I'll point him out a Maiden is his guide | P |
| Lovely as Spring's first rose a little dog | L3 |
| Tied by a woollen cord moves on before | A2 |
| With look as sad as he were dumb the cur | A2 |
| I owe him no ill will but in good sooth | E2 |
| He does his Master credit | P |
| MAR As I live | D3 |
| 'Tis Herbert and no other | A2 |
| BEG 'Tis a feast to see him | N3 |
| Lank as a ghost and tall his shoulders bent | P |
| And long beard white with age yet evermore | A2 |
| As if he were the only Saint on earth | E2 |
| He turns his face to heaven | O |
| OSW But why so violent | P |
| Against this venerable Man | O |
| BEG I'll tell you | I2 |
| He has the very hardest heart on earth | E2 |
| I had as lief turn to the Friar's school | G2 |
| And knock for entrance in mid holiday | O |
| MAR But to your story | O |
| BEG I was saying Sir | A2 |
| Well he has often spurned me like a toad | P |
| But yesterday was worse than all at last | P |
| I overtook him Sirs my Babe and I | P |
| And begged a little aid for charity | O |
| But he was snappish as a cottage cur | A2 |
| Well then says I I'll out with it at which | P3 |
| I cast a look upon the Girl and felt | P |
| As if my heart would burst and so I left him | N3 |
| OSW I think good Woman you are the very person | O |
| Whom but some few days past I saw in Eskdale | G2 |
| At Herbert's door | A2 |
| BEG Ay and if truth were known | O |
| I have good business there | A2 |
| OSW I met you at the threshold | P |
| And he seemed angry | O |
| BEG Angry well he might | P |
| And long as I can stir I'll dog him Yesterday | O |
| To serve me so and knowing that he owes | B2 |
| The best of all he has to me and mine | O |
| But 'tis all over now That good old Lady | O |
| Has left a power of riches and I say it | P |
| If there's a lawyer in the land the knave | Z2 |
| Shall give me half | U3 |
| OSW What's this I fear good Woman | O |
| You have been insolent | P |
| BEG And there's the Baron | O |
| I spied him skulking in his peasant's dress | B2 |
| OSW How say you in disguise | B2 |
| MAR But what's your business | B2 |
| With Herbert or his Daughter | A2 |
| BEG Daughter truly | O |
| But how's the day I fear my little Boy | O2 |
| We've overslept ourselves Sirs have you seen him | N3 |
| Offers to go | O |
| MAR I must have more of this you shall not stir | A2 |
| An inch till I am answered Know you aught | P |
| That doth concern this Herbert | P |
| BEG You are provoked | P |
| And will misuse me Sir | A2 |
| MAR No trifling Woman | O |
| OSW You are as safe as in a sanctuary | O |
| Speak | V3 |
| MAR Speak | V3 |
| BEG He is a most hard hearted Man | O |
| MAR Your life is at my mercy | O |
| BEG Do not harm me | O |
| And I will tell you all You know not Sir | A2 |
| What strong temptations press upon the Poor | A2 |
| OSW Speak out | P |
| BEG Oh Sir I've been a wicked Woman | O |
| OSW Nay but speak out | P |
| BEG He flattered me and said | P |
| What harvest it would bring us both and so | O |
| I parted with the Child | P |
| MAR Parted with whom | N3 |
| BEG Idonea as he calls her but the Girl | G2 |
| Is mine | O |
| MAR Yours Woman are you Herbert's wife | Q |
| BEG Wife Sir his wife not I my husband Sir | A2 |
| Was of Kirkoswald many a snowy winter | A2 |
| We've weathered out together My poor Gilfred | P |
| He has been two years in his grave | Z2 |
| MAR Enough | U |
| OSW We've solved the riddle Miscreant | P |
| MAR Do you | I2 |
| Good Dame repair to Liddesdale and wait | P |
| For my return be sure you shall have justice | B2 |
| OSW A lucky woman go you have done good service Aside | P |
| MAR to himself Eternal praises on the power that saved | P |
| her | A2 |
| OSW gives her money Here's for your little boy and when you | I2 |
| christen him | N3 |
| I'll be his Godfather | A2 |
| BEG Oh Sir you are merry with me | O |
| In grange or farm this Hundred scarcely owns | B2 |
| A dog that does not know me These good Folks | B2 |
| For love of God I must not pass their doors | B2 |
| But I'll be back with my best speed for you | I2 |
| God bless and thank you both my gentle Masters | B2 |
| Exit Beggar | A2 |
| MAR to himself The cruel Viper Poor devoted Maid | P |
| Now I 'do' love thee | O |
| OSW I am thunderstruck | W3 |
| MAR Where is she holla | G2 |
| Calling to the Beggar who returns he looks at her stedfastly | G2 |
| You are Idonea's mother | A2 |
| Nay be not terrified it does me good | P |
| To look upon you | I2 |
| OSW interrupting In a peasant's dress | B2 |
| You saw who was it | P |
| BEG Nay I dare not speak | V3 |
| He is a man if it should come to his ears | B2 |
| I never shall be heard of more | A2 |
| OSW Lord Clifford | P |
| BEG What can I do believe me gentle Sirs | B2 |
| I love her though I dare not call her daughter | A2 |
| OSW Lord Clifford did you see him talk with Herbert | P |
| BEG Yes to my sorrow under the great oak | X3 |
| At Herbert's door and when he stood beside | P |
| The blind Man at the silent Girl he looked | P |
| With such a look it makes me tremble Sir | A2 |
| To think of it | P |
| OSW Enough you may depart | P |
| MAR to himself Father to God himself we cannot give | Y2 |
| A holier name and under such a mask | Y3 |
| To lead a Spirit spotless as the blessed | P |
| To that abhorred den of brutish vice | B2 |
| Oswald the firm foundation of my life | Q |
| Is going from under me these strange discoveries | B2 |
| Looked at from every point of fear or hope | T2 |
| Duty or love involve I feel my ruin | O |
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| ACT II | P |
| - | |
| SCENE A Chamber in the Hostel OSWALD alone rising from a Table | G2 |
| on which he had been writing | R |
| - | |
| OSW They chose 'him' for their Chief what covert part | P |
| He in the preference modest Youth might take | X2 |
| I neither know nor care The insult bred | P |
| More of contempt than hatred both are flown | O |
| That either e'er existed is my shame | N3 |
| 'Twas a dull spark a most unnatural fire | A2 |
| That died the moment the air breathed upon it | P |
| These fools of feeling are mere birds of winter | A2 |
| That haunt some barren island of the north | E2 |
| Where if a famishing man stretch forth his hand | P |
| They think it is to feed them I have left him | N3 |
| To solitary meditation now | O |
| For a few swelling phrases and a flash | P3 |
| Of truth enough to dazzle and to blind | P |
| And he is mine for ever here he comes | B2 |
| - | |
| Enter MARMADUKE | B3 |
| - | |
| MAR These ten years she has moved her lips all day | P |
| And never speaks | B2 |
| OSW Who is it | P |
| MAR I have seen her | A2 |
| OSW Oh the poor tenant of that ragged homestead | P |
| Her whom the Monster Clifford drove to madness | B2 |
| MAR I met a peasant near the spot he told me | O |
| These ten years she had sate all day alone | O |
| Within those empty walls | B2 |
| OSW I too have seen her | A2 |
| Chancing to pass this way some six months gone | O |
| At midnight I betook me to the Churchyard | P |
| The moon shone clear the air was still so still | G2 |
| The trees were silent as the graves beneath them | N3 |
| Long did I watch and saw her pacing round | P |
| Upon the self same spot still round and round | P |
| Her lips for ever moving | R |
| MAR At her door | A2 |
| Rooted I stood for looking at the woman | O |
| I thought I saw the skeleton of Idonea | O |
| OSW But the pretended Father | A2 |
| MAR Earthly law | G2 |
| Measures not crimes like his | B2 |
| OSW 'We' rank not happily | O |
| With those who take the spirit of their rule | G2 |
| From that soft class of devotees who feel | G2 |
| Reverence for life so deeply that they spare | A2 |
| The verminous brood and cherish what they spare | A2 |
| While feeding on their bodies Would that Idonea | O |
| Were present to the end that we might hear | A2 |
| What she can urge in his defence she loves him | N3 |
| MAR Yes loves him 'tis a truth that multiplies | B2 |
| His guilt a thousand fold | P |
| OSW 'Tis most perplexing | R |
| What must be done | O |
| MAR We will conduct her hither | A2 |
| These walls shall witness it from first to last | P |
| He shall reveal himself | L2 |
| OSW Happy are we | O |
| Who live in these disputed tracts that own | O |
| No law but what each man makes for himself | L2 |
| Here justice has indeed a field of triumph | Z3 |
| MAR Let us be gone and bring her hither here | A2 |
| The truth shall be laid open his guilt proved | P |
| - | |
| Before her face The rest be left to me | O |
| OSW You will be firm but though we well may trust | P |
| The issue to the justice of the cause | B2 |
| Caution must not be flung aside remember | A2 |
| Yours is no common life Self stationed here | A2 |
| Upon these savage confines we have seen you | I2 |
| Stand like an isthmus 'twixt two stormy seas | B2 |
| That oft have checked their fury at your bidding | R |
| 'Mid the deep holds of Solway's mossy waste | P |
| Your single virtue has transformed a Band | P |
| Of fierce barbarians into Ministers | B2 |
| Of peace and order Aged men with tears | B2 |
| Have blessed their steps the fatherless retire | A2 |
| For shelter to their banners But it is | B2 |
| As you must needs have deeply felt it is | B2 |
| In darkness and in tempest that we seek | V3 |
| The majesty of Him who rules the world | P |
| Benevolence that has not heart to use | B2 |
| The wholesome ministry of pain and evil | G2 |
| Becomes at last weak and contemptible | G2 |
| Your generous qualities have won due praise | B2 |
| But vigorous Spirits look for something more | A2 |
| Than Youth's spontaneous products and to day | P |
| You will not disappoint them and hereafter | A2 |
| MAR You are wasting words hear me then once for all | G2 |
| You are a Man and therefore if compassion | O |
| Which to our kind is natural as life | Q |
| Be known unto you you will love this Woman | O |
| Even as I do but I should loathe the light | P |
| If I could think one weak or partial feeling | R |
| OSW You will forgive me | O |
| MAR If I ever knew | I2 |
| My heart could penetrate its inmost core | A2 |
| 'Tis at this moment Oswald I have loved | P |
| To be the friend and father of the oppressed | P |
| A comforter of sorrow there is something | R |
| Which looks like a transition in my soul | G2 |
| And yet it is not Let us lead him hither | A2 |
| OSW Stoop for a moment 'tis an act of justice | B2 |
| And where's the triumph if the delegate | P |
| Must fall in the execution of his office | B2 |
| The deed is done if you will have it so | B2 |
| Here where we stand that tribe of vulgar wretches | B2 |
| You saw them gathering for the festival | G2 |
| Rush in the villains seize us | B2 |
| MAR Seize | B2 |
| OSW Yes they | P |
| Men who are little given to sift and weigh | P |
| Would wreak on us the passion of the moment | P |
| MAR The cloud will soon disperse farewell but stay | P |
| Thou wilt relate the story | O |
| OSW Am I neither | A2 |
| To bear a part in this Man's punishment | P |
| Nor be its witness | B2 |
| MAR I had many hopes | B2 |
| That were most dear to me and some will bear | A2 |
| To be transferred to thee | O |
| OSW When I'm dishonoured | P |
| MAR I would preserve thee How may this be done | O |
| OSW By showing that you look beyond the instant | P |
| A few leagues hence we shall have open ground | P |
| And nowhere upon earth is place so fit | P |
| To look upon the deed Before we enter | A2 |
| The barren Moor hangs from a beetling rock | Q3 |
| The shattered Castle in which Clifford oft | P |
| Has held infernal orgies with the gloom | N3 |
| And very superstition of the place | B2 |
| Seasoning his wickedness The Debauchee | P3 |
| Would there perhaps have gathered the first fruits | B2 |
| Of this mock Father's guilt | P |
| - | |
| Enter Host conducting HERBERT | P |
| - | |
| HOST The Baron Herbert | P |
| Attends your pleasure | A2 |
| OSW to Host We are ready | P |
| to HERBERT Sir | A2 |
| I hope you are refreshed I have just written | O |
| A notice for your Daughter that she may know | B2 |
| What is become of you You'll sit down and sign it | P |
| 'Twill glad her heart to see her father's signature | A2 |
| Gives the letter he had written | O |
| HER Thanks for your care | A2 |
| Sits down and writes Exit Host | P |
| OSW aside to MARMADUKE Perhaps it would be useful | G2 |
| That you too should subscribe your name | N3 |
| MARMADUKE overlooks HERBERT | P |
| then writes examines the letter | A2 |
| eagerly | P |
| MAR I cannot leave this paper He puts it up agitated | P |
| OSW aside Dastard Come | N3 |
| MARMADUKE goes towards HERBERT | P |
| and supports him MARMADUKE | B3 |
| tremblingly beckons OSWALD to take his place | B2 |
| MAR as he quits HERBERT There is a palsy in his limbs he | P |
| shakes Exeunt OSWALD and HERBERT MARMADUKE following | R |
| - | |
| SCENE changes to a Wood a Group of Pilgrims and IDONEA with them | N3 |
| - | |
| FIRST PIL A grove of darker and more lofty shade I never saw | B2 |
| SEC PIL The music of the birds | B2 |
| Drops deadened from a roof so thick with leaves | B2 |
| OLD PIL This news It made my heart leap up with joy | O2 |
| IDON I scarcely can believe it | P |
| OLD PIL Myself I heard | P |
| The Sheriff read in open Court a letter | A2 |
| Which purported it was the royal pleasure | A2 |
| The Baron Herbert who as was supposed | P |
| Had taken refuge in this neighbourhood | P |
| Should be forthwith restored The hearing Lady | P |
| Filled my dim eyes with tears When I returned | P |
| From Palestine and brought with me a heart | P |
| Though rich in heavenly poor in earthly comfort | P |
| I met your Father then a wandering Outcast | P |
| He had a Guide a Shepherd's boy but grieved | P |
| He was that One so young should pass his youth | E2 |
| In such sad service and he parted with him | N3 |
| We joined our tales of wretchedness together | A2 |
| And begged our daily bread from door to door | A2 |
| I talk familiarly to you sweet Lady | P |
| For once you loved me | P |
| IDON You shall back with me | P |
| And see your Friend again The good old Man | O |
| Will be rejoiced to greet you | I2 |
| OLD PIL It seems but yesterday | P |
| That a fierce storm o'ertook us worn with travel | G2 |
| In a deep wood remote from any town | O |
| A cave that opened to the road presented | P |
| A friendly shelter and we entered in | O |
| IDON And I was with you | I2 |
| OLD PIL If indeed 'twas you | I2 |
| But you were then a tottering Little one | O |
| We sate us down The sky grew dark and darker | A2 |
| I struck my flint and built up a small fire | A2 |
| With rotten boughs and leaves such as the winds | B2 |
| Of many autumns in the cave had piled | P |
| Meanwhile the storm fell heavy on the woods | B2 |
| Our little fire sent forth a cheering warmth | E2 |
| And we were comforted and talked of comfort | P |
| But 'twas an angry night and o'er our heads | B2 |
| The thunder rolled in peals that would have made | P |
| A sleeping man uneasy in his bed | P |
| O Lady you have need to love your Father | A2 |
| His voice methinks I hear it now his voice | B2 |
| When after a broad flash that filled the cave | Z2 |
| He said to me that he had seen his Child | P |
| A face no cherub's face more beautiful | G2 |
| Revealed by lustre brought with it from Heaven | O |
| And it was you dear Lady | P |
| IDON God be praised | P |
| That I have been his comforter till now | O |
| And will be so through every change of fortune | O |
| And every sacrifice his peace requires | B2 |
| Let us be gone with speed that he may hear | A2 |
| These joyful tidings from no lips but mine | O |
| Exeunt IDONEA and Pilgrims | B2 |
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| SCENE The Area of a half ruined Castle on one side the entrance | B2 |
| to a dungeon OSWALD and MARMADUKE pacing backwards and | P |
| forwards | B2 |
| - | |
| MAR 'Tis a wild night | P |
| OSW I'd give my cloak and bonnet | P |
| For sight of a warm fire | A2 |
| MAR The wind blows keen | O |
| My hands are numb | N3 |
| OSW Ha ha 'tis nipping cold | P |
| Blowing his fingers | B2 |
| I long for news of our brave Comrades Lacy | P |
| Would drive those Scottish Rovers to their dens | B2 |
| If once they blew a horn this side the Tweed | P |
| MAR I think I see a second range of Towers | B2 |
| This castle has another Area come | N3 |
| Let us examine it | P |
| OSW 'Tis a bitter night | P |
| I hope Idonea is well housed That horseman | O |
| Who at full speed swept by us where the wood | P |
| Roared in the tempest was within an ace | B2 |
| Of sending to his grave our precious Charge | A4 |
| That would have been a vile mischance | B2 |
| MAR It would | P |
| OSW Justice had been most cruelly defrauded | P |
| MAR Most cruelly | P |
| OSW As up the steep we clomb | N3 |
| I saw a distant fire in the north east | P |
| I took it for the blaze of Cheviot Beacon | O |
| With proper speed our quarters may be gained | P |
| To morrow evening | R |
| Looks restlessly towards the mouth of the dungeon | O |
| MAR When upon the plank | B4 |
| I had led him 'cross the torrent his voice blessed me | N3 |
| You could not hear for the foam beat the rocks | B2 |
| With deafening noise the benediction fell | G2 |
| Back on himself but changed into a curse | B2 |
| OSW As well indeed it might | P |
| MAR And this you deem | N3 |
| The fittest place | B2 |
| OSW aside He is growing pitiful | G2 |
| MAR listening What an odd moaning that is | B2 |
| OSW Mighty odd | P |
| The wind should pipe a little while we stand | P |
| Cooling our heels in this way I'll begin | O |
| And count the stars | B2 |
| MAR still listening That dog of his you are sure | A2 |
| Could not come after us he 'must' have perished | P |
| The torrent would have dashed an oak to splinters | B2 |
| You said you did not like his looks that he | N3 |
| Would trouble us if he were here again | O |
| I swear the sight of him would quail me more | A2 |
| Than twenty armies | B2 |
| OSW How | O |
| MAR The old blind Man | O |
| When you had told him the mischance was troubled | P |
| Even to the shedding of some natural tears | B2 |
| Into the torrent over which he hung | H3 |
| Listening in vain | O |
| OSW He has a tender heart | P |
| OSWALD offers to go down into the dungeon | O |
| MAR How now what mean you | I2 |
| OSW Truly I was going | R |
| To waken our stray Baron Were there not | P |
| A farm or dwelling house within five leagues | B2 |
| We should deserve to wear a cap and bells | B2 |
| Three good round years for playing the fool here | A2 |
| In such a night as this | B2 |
| MAR Stop stop | T2 |
| OSW Perhaps | B2 |
| You'd better like we should descend together | A2 |
| And lie down by his side what say you to it | P |
| Three of us we should keep each other warm | N3 |
| I'll answer for it that our four legged friend | P |
| Shall not disturb us further I'll not engage | C4 |
| Come come for manhood's sake | X2 |
| MAR These drowsy shiverings | B2 |
| This mortal stupor which is creeping over me | N3 |
| What do they mean were this my single body | N3 |
| Opposed to armies not a nerve would tremble | G2 |
| Why do I tremble now Is not the depth | E2 |
| Of this Man's crimes beyond the reach of thought | P |
| And yet in plumbing the abyss for judgment | P |
| Something I strike upon which turns my mind | P |
| Back on herself I think again my breast | P |
| Concentres all the terrors of the Universe | B2 |
| I look at him and tremble like a child | P |
| OSW Is it possible | G2 |
| MAR One thing you noticed not | P |
| Just as we left the glen a clap of thunder | A2 |
| Burst on the mountains with hell rousing force | B2 |
| This is a time said he when guilt may shudder | A2 |
| But there's a Providence for them who walk | D4 |
| In helplessness when innocence is with them | N3 |
| At this audacious blasphemy I thought | P |
| The spirit of vengeance seemed to ride the air | A2 |
| OSW Why are you not the man you were that moment | P |
| He draws MARMADUKE to the dungeon | O |
| MAR You say he was asleep look at this arm | N3 |
| And tell me if 'tis fit for such a work | R3 |
| Oswald Oswald | P |
| Leans upon OSWALD | P |
| OSW This is some sudden seizure | A2 |
| MAR A most strange faintness will you hunt me out | P |
| A draught of water | A2 |
| OSW Nay to see you thus | B2 |
| Moves me beyond my bearing I will try | P |
| To gain the torrent's brink | J2 |
| Exit OSWALD | P |
| MAR after a pause It seems an age | C4 |
| Since that Man left me No I am not lost | P |
| HER at the mouth of the dungeon Give me your hand where are | A2 |
| you Friends and tell me | N3 |
| How goes the night | P |
| MAR 'Tis hard to measure time | N3 |
| In such a weary night and such a place | B2 |
| HER I do not hear the voice of my friend Oswald | P |
| MAR A minute past he went to fetch a draught | P |
| Of water from the torrent 'Tis you'll say | B2 |
| A cheerless beverage | G3 |
| HER How good it was in you | I2 |
| To stay behind Hearing at first no answer | A2 |
| I was alarmed | P |
| MAR No wonder this is a place | B2 |
| That well may put some fears into 'your' heart | P |
| HER Why so a roofless rock had been a comfort | P |
| Storm beaten and bewildered as we were | A2 |
| And in a night like this to lend your cloaks | B2 |
| To make a bed for me My Girl will weep | T2 |
| When she is told of it | P |
| MAR This Daughter of yours | B2 |
| Is very dear to you | I2 |
| HER Oh but you are young | H3 |
| Over your head twice twenty years must roll | G2 |
| With all their natural weight of sorrow and pain | O |
| Ere can be known to you how much a Father | A2 |
| May love his Child | P |
| MAR Thank you old Man for this Aside | P |
| HER Fallen am I and worn out a useless Man | O |
| Kindly have you protected me to night | P |
| And no return have I to make but prayers | B2 |
| May you in age be blest with such a daughter | A2 |
| When from the Holy Land I had returned | P |
| Sightless and from my heritage was driven | O |
| A wretched Outcast but this strain of thought | P |
| Would lead me to talk fondly | N3 |
| MAR Do not fear | A2 |
| Your words are precious to my ears go on | O |
| HER You will forgive me but my heart runs over | A2 |
| When my old Leader slipped into the flood | P |
| And perished what a piercing outcry you | I2 |
| Sent after him I have loved you ever since | B2 |
| You start where are we | N3 |
| MAR Oh there is no danger | A2 |
| The cold blast struck me | N3 |
| HER 'Twas a foolish question | O |
| MAR But when you were an Outcast Heaven is just | P |
| Your piety would not miss its due reward | P |
| The little Orphan then would be your succour | A2 |
| And do good service though she knew it not | P |
| HER I turned me from the dwellings of my Fathers | B2 |
| Where none but those who trampled on my rights | B2 |
| Seemed to remember me To the wide world | P |
| I bore her in my arms her looks won pity | N3 |
| She was my Raven in the wilderness | B2 |
| And brought me food Have I not cause to love her | A2 |
| MAR Yes | B2 |
| HER More than ever Parent loved a Child | P |
| MAR Yes yes | B2 |
| HER I will not murmur merciful God | P |
| I will not murmur blasted as I have been | O |
| Thou hast left me ears to hear my Daughter's voice | B2 |
| And arms to fold her to my heart Submissively | N3 |
| Thee I adore and find my rest in faith | E2 |
| - | |
| Enter OSWALD | P |
| - | |
| OSW Herbert confusion aside Here it is my Friend | P |
| Presents the Horn | O |
| A charming beverage for you to carouse | B2 |
| This bitter night | P |
| HER Ha Oswald ten bright crosses | B2 |
| I would have given not many minutes gone | O |
| To have heard your voice | B2 |
| OSW Your couch I fear good Baron | O |
| Has been but comfortless and yet that place | B2 |
| When the tempestuous wind first drove us hither | A2 |
| Felt warm as a wren's nest You'd better turn | O |
| And under covert rest till break of day | B2 |
| Or till the storm abate | P |
| To MARMADUKE aside He has restored you | I2 |
| No doubt you have been nobly entertained | P |
| But soft how came he forth The Night mare Conscience | B2 |
| Has driven him out of harbour | A2 |
| MAR I believe | I |
| You have guessed right | P |
| HER The trees renew their murmur | A2 |
| Come let us house together | A2 |
| OSWALD conducts him to the dungeon | O |
| OSW returns Had I not | P |
| Esteemed you worthy to conduct the affair | A2 |
| To its most fit conclusion do you think | J2 |
| I would so long have struggled with my Nature | A2 |
| And smothered all that's man in me away | B2 |
| Looking towards the dungeon | O |
| This man's the property of him who best | P |
| Can feel his crimes I have resigned a privilege | C2 |
| It now becomes my duty to resume it | P |
| MAR Touch not a finger | A2 |
| OSW What then must be done | O |
| MAR Which way soe'er I turn I am perplexed | P |
| OSW Now on my life I grieve for you The misery | N3 |
| Of doubt is insupportable Pity the facts | B2 |
| Did not admit of stronger evidence | B2 |
| Twelve honest men plain men would set us right | P |
| Their verdict would abolish these weak scruples | B2 |
| MAR Weak I am weak there does my torment lie | N3 |
| Feeding itself | L2 |
| OSW Verily when he said | P |
| How his old heart would leap to hear her steps | B2 |
| You thought his voice the echo of Idonea's | B2 |
| MAR And never heard a sound so terrible | N3 |
| OSW Perchance you think so now | O |
| MAR I cannot do it | P |
| Twice did I spring to grasp his withered throat | P |
| When such a sudden weakness fell upon me | N3 |
| I could have dropped asleep upon his breast | P |
| OSW Justice is there not thunder in the word | P |
| Shall it be law to stab the petty robber | A2 |
| Who aims but at our purse and shall this Parricide | P |
| Worse is he far far worse if foul dishonour | A2 |
| Be worse than death to that confiding Creature | A2 |
| Whom he to more than filial love and duty | P |
| Hath falsely trained shall he fulfil his purpose | B2 |
| But you are fallen | O |
| MAR Fallen should I be indeed | P |
| Murder perhaps asleep blind old alone | O |
| Betrayed in darkness Here to strike the blow | N3 |
| Away away | B2 |
| Flings away his sword | P |
| OSW Nay I have done with you | I2 |
| We'll lead him to the Convent He shall live | D3 |
| And she shall love him With unquestioned title | N3 |
| He shall be seated in his Barony | O |
| And we too chant the praise of his good deeds | B2 |
| I now perceive we do mistake our masters | B2 |
| And most despise the men who best can teach us | B2 |
| Henceforth it shall be said that bad men only | P |
| Are brave Clifford is brave and that old Man | O |
| Is brave | Z2 |
| Taking MARMADUKE'S sword and giving it to him | N3 |
| To Clifford's arms he would have led | P |
| His Victim haply to this desolate house | B2 |
| MAR advancing to the dungeon It must be ended | P |
| OSW Softly do not rouse him | N3 |
| He will deny it to the last He lies | B2 |
| Within the Vault a spear's length to the left | P |
| MARMADUKE descends to the dungeon | O |
| Alone The Villains rose in mutiny to destroy me | P |
| I could have quelled the Cowards but this Stripling | R |
| Must needs step in and save my life The look | M3 |
| With which he gave the boon I see it now | O |
| The same that tempted me to loathe the gift | P |
| For this old venerable Greybeard faith | E2 |
| 'Tis his own fault if he hath got a face | B2 |
| Which doth play tricks with them that look on it | P |
| 'Twas this that put it in my thoughts that countenance | B2 |
| His staff his figure Murder what of whom | N3 |
| We kill a worn out horse and who but women | O |
| Sigh at the deed Hew down a withered tree | P |
| And none look grave but dotards He may live | D3 |
| To thank me for this service Rainbow arches | B2 |
| Highways of dreaming passion have too long | A3 |
| Young as he is diverted wish and hope | T2 |
| From the unpretending ground we mortals tread | P |
| Then shatter the delusion break it up | T2 |
| And set him free What follows I have learned | P |
| That things will work to ends the slaves o' the world | P |
| Do never dream of I 'have' been what he | P |
| This Boy when he comes forth with bloody hands | B2 |
| Might envy and am now but he shall know | O |
| What I am now | O |
| Goes and listens at the dungeon | O |
| Praying or parleying tut | P |
| Is he not eyeless He has been half dead | P |
| These fifteen years | B2 |
| - | |
| Enter female Beggar with two or three of her Companions | B2 |
| - | |
| Turning abruptly 'Ha speak' what Thing art thou | O |
| Recognises her Heavens my good Friend To her | A2 |
| BEG Forgive me gracious Sir | A2 |
| OSW to her companions Begone ye Slaves or I will raise a | E2 |
| whirlwind | P |
| And send ye dancing to the clouds like leaves | B2 |
| They retire affrighted | P |
| BEG Indeed we meant no harm we lodge sometimes | B2 |
| In this deserted Castle 'I repent me ' | - |
| OSWALD goes to the dungeon listens returns to the Beggar | A2 |
| OSW Woman thou hast a helpless Infant keep | T2 |
| Thy secret for its sake or verily | P |
| That wretched life of thine shall be the forfeit | P |
| BEG I 'do' repent me Sir I fear the curse | B2 |
| Of that blind Man 'Twas not your money sir | A2 |
| OSW Begone | O |
| BEG going There is some wicked deed in hand Aside | P |
| Would I could find the old Man and his Daughter | A2 |
| Exit Beggar | A2 |
| - | |
| MARMADUKE re enters from the dungeon | O |
| - | |
| OSW It is all over then your foolish fears | B2 |
| Are hushed to sleep by your own act and deed | P |
| Made quiet as he is | B2 |
| MAR Why came you down | O |
| And when I felt your hand upon my arm | N3 |
| And spake to you why did you give no answer | A2 |
| Feared you to waken him he must have been | O |
| In a deep sleep I whispered to him thrice | B2 |
| There are the strangest echoes in that place | B2 |
| OSW Tut let them gabble till the day of doom | N3 |
| MAR Scarcely by groping had I reached the Spot | P |
| When round my wrist I felt a cord drawn tight | P |
| As if the blind Man's dog were pulling at it | P |
| OSW But after that | P |
| MAR The features of Idonea | O |
| Lurked in his face | B2 |
| OSW Psha Never to these eyes | B2 |
| Will retribution show itself again | O |
| With aspect so inviting Why forbid me | P |
| To share your triumph | Z3 |
| MAR Yes her very look | M3 |
| Smiling in sleep | T2 |
| OSW A pretty feat of Fancy | P |
| MAR Though but a glimpse it sent me to my prayers | B2 |
| OSW Is he alive | D3 |
| MAR What mean you who alive | D3 |
| OSW Herbert since you will have it Baron Herbert | P |
| He who will gain his Seignory when Idonea | O |
| Hath become Clifford's harlot is 'he' living | R |
| MAR The old Man in that dungeon 'is' alive | D3 |
| OSW Henceforth then will I never in camp or field | P |
| Obey you more Your weakness to the Band | P |
| Shall be proclaimed brave Men they all shall hear it | P |
| You a protector of humanity | P |
| Avenger you of outraged innocence | B2 |
| MAR 'Twas dark dark as the grave yet did I see | P |
| Saw him his face turned toward me and I tell thee | P |
| Idonea's filial countenance was there | A2 |
| To baffle me it put me to my prayers | B2 |
| Upwards I cast my eyes and through a crevice | B2 |
| Beheld a star twinkling above my head | P |
| And by the living God I could not do it | P |
| Sinks exhasted | P |
| OSW to himself Now may I perish if this turn do more | A2 |
| Than make me change my course | B2 |
| To MARMADUKE Dear Marmaduke | B3 |
| My words were rashly spoken I recall them | N3 |
| I feel my error shedding human blood | P |
| Is a most serious thing | R |
| MAR Not I alone | O |
| Thou too art deep in guilt | P |
| OSW We have indeed | P |
| Been most presumptuous There 'is' guilt in this | B2 |
| Else could so strong a mind have ever known | O |
| These trepidations Plain it is that Heaven | O |
| Has marked out this foul Wretch as one whose crimes | B2 |
| Must never come before a mortal judgment seat | P |
| Or be chastised by mortal instruments | B2 |
| MAR A thought that's worth a thousand worlds | B2 |
| Goes towards the dungeon | O |
| OSW I grieve | I |
| That in my zeal I have caused you so much pain | O |
| MAR Think not of that 'tis over we are safe | E4 |
| OSW as if to himself yet speaking aloud The truth is | B2 |
| hideous but how stifle it | P |
| Turning to MARMADUKE | B3 |
| Give me your sword nay here are stones and fragments | B2 |
| The least of which would beat out a man's brains | B2 |
| Or you might drive your head against that wall | P |
| No this is not the place to hear the tale | P |
| It should be told you pinioned in your bed | P |
| Or on some vast and solitary plain | O |
| Blown to you from a trumpet | P |
| MAR Why talk thus | B2 |
| Whate'er the monster brooding in your breast | P |
| I care not fear I have none and cannot fear | A2 |
| The sound of a horn is heard | P |
| That horn again 'Tis some one of our Troop | T2 |
| What do they here Listen | O |
| OSW What dogged like thieves | B2 |
| - | |
| Enter WALLACE and LACY etc | E2 |
| - | |
| LACY You are found at last thanks to the vagrant Troop | T2 |
| For not misleading us | B2 |
| OSW looking at WALLACE That subtle Greybeard | P |
| I'd rather see my father's ghost | P |
| LACY to MARMADUKE My Captain | O |
| We come by order of the Band Belike | E2 |
| You have not heard that Henry has at last | P |
| Dissolved the Barons' League and sent abroad | P |
| His Sheriffs with fit force to reinstate | P |
| The genuine owners of such Lands and Baronies | B2 |
| As in these long commotions have been seized | P |
| His Power is this way tending It befits us | B2 |
| To stand upon our guard and with our swords | B2 |
| Defend the innocent | P |
| MAR Lacy we look | E2 |
| But at the surfaces of things we hear | A2 |
| Of towns in flames fields ravaged young and old | P |
| Driven out in troops to want and nakedness | B2 |
| Then grasp our swords and rush upon a cure | A2 |
| That flatters us because it asks not thought | P |
| The deeper malady is better hid | P |
| The world is poisoned at the heart | P |
| LACY What mean you | I2 |
| WAL whose eye has been fixed suspiciously upon OSWALD Ay | B2 |
| what is it you mean | O |
| MAR Hark'e my Friends | B2 |
| Appearing gay | B2 |
| Were there a Man who being weak and helpless | B2 |
| And most forlorn should bribe a Mother pressed | P |
| By penury to yield him up her Daughter | A2 |
| A little Infant and instruct the Babe | T3 |
| Prattling upon his knee to call him Father | A2 |
| LACY Why if his heart be tender that offence | B2 |
| I could forgive him | N3 |
| MAR going on And should he make the Child | P |
| An instrument of falsehood should he teach her | A2 |
| To stretch her arms and dim the gladsome light | P |
| Of infant playfulness with piteous looks | B2 |
| Of misery that was not | P |
| LACY Troth 'tis hard | P |
| But in a world like ours | B2 |
| MAR changing his tone This self same Man | O |
| Even while he printed kisses on the cheek | E2 |
| Of this poor Babe and taught its innocent tongue | E2 |
| To lisp the name of Father could he look | E2 |
| To the unnatural harvest of that time | N3 |
| When he should give her up a Woman grown | O |
| To him who bid the highest in the market | P |
| Of foul pollution | O |
| LACY The whole visible world | P |
| Contains not such a Monster | A2 |
| MAR For this purpose | B2 |
| Should he resolve to taint her Soul by means | B2 |
| Which bathe the limbs in sweat to think of them | N3 |
| Should he by tales which would draw tears from iron | O |
| Work on her nature and so turn compassion | O |
| And gratitude to ministers of vice | B2 |
| And make the spotless spirit of filial love | R2 |
| Prime mover in a plot to damn his Victim | N3 |
| Both soul and body | P |
| WAL 'Tis too horrible | P |
| Oswald what say you to it | P |
| LACY Hew him down | O |
| And fling him to the ravens | B2 |
| MAR But his aspect | P |
| It is so meek his countenance so venerable | P |
| WAL with an appearance of mistrust But how what say you | I2 |
| Oswald | P |
| LACY at the same moment Stab him were it | P |
| Before the Altar | A2 |
| MAR What if he were sick | E2 |
| Tottering upon the very verge of life | Q |
| And old and blind | P |
| LACY Blind say you | I2 |
| OSW coming forward Are we Men | O |
| Or own we baby Spirits Genuine courage | C2 |
| Is not an accidental quality | P |
| A thing dependent for its casual birth | E2 |
| On opposition and impediment | P |
| Wisdom if Justice speak the word beats down | O |
| The giant's strength and at the voice of Justice | B2 |
| Spares not the worm The giant and the worm | N3 |
| She weighs them in one scale The wiles of woman | O |
| And craft of age seducing reason first | P |
| Made weakness a protection and obscured | P |
| The moral shapes of things His tender cries | B2 |
| And helpless innocence do they protect | P |
| The infant lamb and shall the infirmities | B2 |
| Which have enabled this enormous Culprit | P |
| To perpetrate his crimes serve as a Sanctuary | P |
| To cover him from punishment Shame Justice | B2 |
| Admitting no resistance bends alike | E2 |
| The feeble and the strong She needs not here | A2 |
| Her bonds and chains which make the mighty feeble | P |
| We recognise in this old Man a victim | N3 |
| Prepared already for the sacrifice | B2 |
| LACY By heaven his words are reason | O |
| OSW Yes my Friends | B2 |
| His countenance is meek and venerable | P |
| And by the Mass to see him at his prayers | B2 |
| I am of flesh and blood and may I perish | P3 |
| When my heart does not ache to think of it | P |
| Poor Victim not a virtue under heaven | O |
| But what was made an engine to ensnare thee | P |
| But yet I trust Idonea thou art safe | E4 |
| LACY Idonea | O |
| WAL How what your Idonea | O |
| To MARMADUKE | E2 |
| MAR 'Mine' | O |
| But now no longer mine You know Lord Clifford | P |
| He is the Man to whom the Maiden pure | A2 |
| As beautiful and gentle and benign | O |
| And in her ample heart loving even me | P |
| Was to be yielded up | T2 |
| LACY Now by the head | P |
| Of my own child this Man must die my hand | P |
| A worthier wanting shall itself entwine | O |
| In his grey hairs | B2 |
| MAR to LACY I love the Father in thee | P |
| You know me Friends I have a heart to feel | P |
| And I have felt more than perhaps becomes me | P |
| Or duty sanctions | B2 |
| LACY We will have ample justice | B2 |
| Who are we Friends Do we not live on ground | P |
| Where Souls are self defended free to grow | O |
| Like mountain oaks rocked by the stormy wind | P |
| Mark the Almighty Wisdom which decreed | P |
| This monstrous crime to be laid open 'here' | O |
| Where Reason has an eye that she can use | B2 |
| And Men alone are Umpires To the Camp | T2 |
| He shall be led and there the Country round | P |
| All gathered to the spot in open day | B2 |
| Shall Nature be avenged | P |
| OSW 'Tis nobly thought | P |
| His death will be a monument for ages | B2 |
| MAR to LACY I thank you for that hint He shall be brought | P |
| Before the Camp and would that best and wisest | P |
| Of every country might be present There | O |
| His crime shall be proclaimed and for the rest | P |
| It shall be done as Wisdom shall decide | P |
| Meanwhile do you two hasten back and see | P |
| That all is well prepared | P |
| WAL We will obey you | I2 |
| Aside But softly we must look a little nearer | O |
| MAR Tell where you found us At some future time | N3 |
| I will explain the cause Exeunt | P |
| - | |
| ACT III | P |
| - | |
| SCENE The door of the Hostel a group of Pilgrims as before | O |
| IDONEA and the Host among them | N3 |
| - | |
| HOST Lady you'll find your Father at the Convent | P |
| As I have told you He left us yesterday | P |
| With two Companions one of them as seemed | P |
| His most familiar Friend Going There was a letter | O |
| Of which I heard them speak but that I fancy | P |
| Has been forgotten | O |
| IDON to Host Farewell | P |
| HOST Gentle pilgrims | B2 |
| St Cuthbert speed you on your holy errand | P |
| Exeunt IDONEA and Pilgrims | B2 |
| - | |
| SCENE A desolate Moor | O |
| OSWALD alone | O |
| - | |
| OSW Carry him to the Camp Yes to the Camp | T2 |
| Oh Wisdom a most wise resolve and then | O |
| That half a word should blow it to the winds | B2 |
| This last device must end my work Methinks | B2 |
| It were a pleasant pastime to construct | P |
| A scale and table of belief as thus | B2 |
| Two columns one for passion one for proof | F4 |
| Each rises as the other falls and first | P |
| Passion a unit and 'against' us proof | F4 |
| Nay we must travel in another path | E2 |
| Or we're stuck fast for ever passion then | O |
| Shall be a unit 'for' us proof no passion | O |
| We'll not insult thy majesty by time | N3 |
| Person and place the where the when the how | O |
| And all particulars that dull brains require | O |
| To constitute the spiritless shape of Fact | P |
| They bow to calling the idol Demonstration | O |
| A whipping to the Moralists who preach | P3 |
| That misery is a sacred thing for me | P |
| I know no cheaper engine to degrade a man | O |
| Nor any half so sure This Stripling's mind | P |
| Is shaken till the dregs float on the surface | B2 |
| And in the storm and anguish of the heart | P |
| He talks of a transition in his Soul | P |
| And dreams that he is happy We dissect | P |
| The senseless body and why not the mind | P |
| These are strange sights the mind of man upturned | P |
| Is in all natures a strange spectacle | P |
| In some a hideous one hem shall I stop | T2 |
| No Thoughts and feelings will sink deep but then | O |
| They have no substance Pass but a few minutes | B2 |
| And something shall be done which Memory | P |
| May touch whene'er her Vassals are at work | E2 |
| - | |
| Enter MARMADUKE from behind | P |
| - | |
| OSW turning to meet him But listen for my peace | B2 |
| MAR Why I 'believe' you | I2 |
| OSW But hear the proofs | B2 |
| MAR Ay prove that when two peas | B2 |
| Lie snugly in a pod the pod must then | O |
| Be larger than the peas prove this 'twere matter | O |
| Worthy the hearing Fool was I to dream | N3 |
| It ever could be otherwise | B2 |
| OSW Last night | P |
| When I returned with water from the brook | E2 |
| I overheard the Villains every word | P |
| Like red hot iron burnt into my heart | P |
| Said one It is agreed on The blind Man | O |
| Shall feign a sudden illness and the Girl | P |
| Who on her journey must proceed alone | O |
| Under pretence of violence be seized | P |
| She is continued the detested Slave | Z2 |
| She is right willing strange if she were not | P |
| They say Lord Clifford is a savage man | O |
| But faith to see him in his silken tunic | E2 |
| Fitting his low voice to the minstrel's harp | T2 |
| There's witchery in't I never knew a maid | P |
| That could withstand it True continued he | P |
| When we arranged the affair she wept a little | P |
| Not the less welcome to my Lord for that | P |
| And said 'My Father he will have it so ' | - |
| MAR I am your hearer | O |
| OSW This I caught and more | O |
| That may not be retold to any ear | O |
| The obstinate bolt of a small iron door | O |
| Detained them near the gateway of the Castle | P |
| By a dim lantern's light I saw that wreaths | B2 |
| Of flowers were in their hands as if designed | P |
| For festive decoration and they said | P |
| With brutal laughter and most foul allusion | O |
| That they should share the banquet with their Lord | P |
| And his new Favourite | P |
| MAR Misery | P |
| OSW I knew | I2 |
| How you would be disturbed by this dire news | B2 |
| And therefore chose this solitary Moor | O |
| Here to impart the tale of which last night | P |
| I strove to ease my mind when our two Comrades | B2 |
| Commissioned by the Band burst in upon us | B2 |
| MAR Last night when moved to lift the avenging steel | P |
| I did believe all things were shadows yea | P |
| Living or dead all things were bodiless | B2 |
| Or but the mutual mockeries of body | P |
| Till that same star summoned me back again | O |
| Now I could laugh till my ribs ached Oh Fool | P |
| To let a creed built in the heart of things | B2 |
| Dissolve before a twinkling atom Oswald | P |
| I could fetch lessons out of wiser schools | B2 |
| Than you have entered were it worth the pains | B2 |
| Young as I am I might go forth a teacher | O |
| And you should see how deeply I could reason | O |
| Of love in all its shapes beginnings ends | B2 |
| Of moral qualities in their diverse aspects | B2 |
| Of actions and their laws and tendencies | B2 |
| OSW You take it as it merits | B2 |
| MAR One a King | E2 |
| General or Cham Sultan or Emperor | O |
| Strews twenty acres of good meadow ground | P |
| With carcases in lineament and shape | T2 |
| And substance nothing differing from his own | O |
| But that they cannot stand up of themselves | B2 |
| Another sits i' th' sun and by the hour | O |
| Floats kingcups in the brook a Hero one | O |
| We call and scorn the other as Time's spendthrift | P |
| But have they not a world of common ground | P |
| To occupy both fools or wise alike | E2 |
| Each in his way | P |
| OSW Troth I begin to think so | B2 |
| MAR Now for the corner stone of my philosophy | P |
| I would not give a denier for the man | O |
| Who on such provocation as this earth | E2 |
| Yields could not chuck his babe beneath the chin | O |
| And send it with a fillip to its grave | Z2 |
| OSW Nay you leave me behind | P |
| MAR That such a One | O |
| So pious in demeanour in his look | E2 |
| So saintly and so pure Hark'e my Friend | P |
| I'll plant myself before Lord Clifford's Castle | P |
| A surly mastiff kennels at the gate | P |
| And he shall howl and I will laugh a medley | P |
| Most tunable | P |
| OSW In faith a pleasant scheme | N3 |
| But take your sword along with you for that | P |
| Might in such neighbourhood find seemly use | B2 |
| But first how wash our hands of this old Man | O |
| MAR Oh yes that mole that viper in the path | E2 |
| Plague on my memory him I had forgotten | O |
| OSW You know we left him sitting see him yonder | O |
| MAR Ha ha | D |
| OSW As 'twill be but a moment's work | E2 |
| I will stroll on you follow when 'tis done | O |
| Exeunt | P |
| - | |
| SCENE changes to another part of the Moor at a short distance | B2 |
| HERBERT is discovered seated on a stone | O |
| - | |
| HER A sound of laughter too 'tis well I feared | P |
| The Stranger had some pitiable sorrow | B2 |
| Pressing upon his solitary heart | P |
| Hush 'tis the feeble and earth loving wind | P |
| That creeps along the bells of the crisp heather | O |
| Alas 'tis cold I shiver in the sunshine | O |
| What can this mean There is a psalm that speaks | B2 |
| Of God's parental mercies with Idonea | O |
| I used to sing it Listen what foot is there | O |
| - | |
| Enter MARMADUKE | E2 |
| - | |
| MAR aside looking a HERBERT And I have loved this Man and | P |
| she hath loved him | N3 |
| And I loved her and she loves the Lord Clifford | P |
| And there it ends if this be not enough | U |
| To make mankind merry for evermore | O |
| Then plain it is as day that eyes were made | P |
| For a wise purpose verily to weep with | E2 |
| Looking round | P |
| A pretty prospect this a masterpiece | B2 |
| Of Nature finished with most curious skill | P |
| To HERBERT Good Baron have you ever practised tillage | C2 |
| Pray tell me what this land is worth by the acre | O |
| HER How glad I am to hear your voice I know not | P |
| Wherein I have offended you last night | P |
| I found in you the kindest of Protectors | B2 |
| This morning when I spoke of weariness | B2 |
| You from my shoulder took my scrip and threw it | P |
| About your own but for these two hours past | P |
| Once only have you spoken when the lark | E2 |
| Whirred from among the fern beneath our feet | P |
| And I no coward in my better days | B2 |
| Was almost terrified | P |
| MAR That's excellent | P |
| So you bethought you of the many ways | B2 |
| In which a man may come to his end whose crimes | B2 |
| Have roused all Nature up against him pshaw | P3 |
| HER For mercy's sake is nobody in sight | P |
| No traveller peasant herdsman | O |
| MAR Not a soul | P |
| Here is a tree ragged and bent and bare | O |
| That turns its goat's beard flakes of peagreen moss | B2 |
| From the stern breathing of the rough seawind | P |
| This have we but no other company | O |
| Commend me to the place If a man should die | P |
| And leave his body here it were all one | O |
| As he were twenty fathoms underground | P |
| HER Where is our common Friend | P |
| MAR A ghost methinks | B2 |
| The Spirit of a murdered man for instance | B2 |
| Might have fine room to ramble about here | O |
| A grand domain to squeak and gibber in | O |
| HER Lost Man if thou have any close pent guilt | P |
| Pressing upon thy heart and this the hour | O |
| Of visitation | O |
| MAR A bold word from 'you' | P |
| HER Restore him Heaven | O |
| MAR The desperate Wretch A Flower | O |
| Fairest of all flowers was she once but now | O |
| They have snapped her from the stem Poh let her lie | P |
| Besoiled with mire and let the houseless snail | P |
| Feed on her leaves You knew her well ay there | O |
| Old Man you were a very Lynx you knew | O |
| The worm was in her | O |
| HER Mercy Sir what mean you | O |
| MAR You have a Daughter | O |
| HER Oh that she were here | O |
| She hath an eye that sinks into all hearts | B2 |
| And if I have in aught offended you | O |
| Soon would her gentle voice make peace between us | B2 |
| MAR aside I do believe he weeps I could weep too | O |
| There is a vein of he | O |
William Wordsworth
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