I thought thou wast a serf; and, as a serf, Keep it a secret; let me not suspect What, were it e'en suspicion, were thy death. (Huon smiles.) Sir, did I name a banquet to thee now, Huon. For his master oft a serf has died, And thought it sweet; and may not, then, a serf Say, for his mistress 't were a feast to die? Coun. Thou art presumptuous-very-so, no wonder If I misunderstood thee. Thou 'dst do well To be thyself, and nothing more. Huon. Myself! Coun. Why, art thou not a serf? What right hast thou To set thy person off with such a bearing? And move with such a gait? to give thy brow The set of noble's, and thy tongue his phrase? Thy better's clothes sit fairer upon thee Than on themselves, "and they were made for them." I have no patience with thee-can't abide thee! And humored it, to boast thee off! He may chance If others' eyes see that they should not see, Huon. Oh, lady Huon. Heard I aright? Coun. Aright-what heard'st thou, then? Thou know'st 't were shame, the lowest free-woman Coun. No more. That I meant to say, Do n't read such books to me again, I would you had not learned to read so well, For the future, no reply when I remark. Hear, but do n't speak —unless you're told and then. No more than you are told; what makes the answer up, (Huon retires up, o.) My falconer! (crosses and looks off L.) So, An hour I'll fly my hawk. A noble bird Till he o'ertops his prey; then gives his stoop, Gave him his stars of eyes to range abroad, Obedient-yet a daring, dauntless bird! (Huon advances, R.) (Exeunt L.) SCENE FROM THE COMEDY OF MONEY. BY BULWER. COSTUMES. EVELYN, Fashionable suit. GRAVES, Black dress coat, pants, and vest. SHARP, Black frock coat, pants, and vest. REMARKS. The political huckster, who stands ready to barter his conscience if he ever possessed a commodity so valuable - will find himself faithfully mirrored in the characters of Glossmore and Stout, in the following scene from Bulwer's comedy of Money. No less true to nature is that of Evelyn, who, becoming suddenly rich, after having been a poor dependent, a "hanger-on," imagines his disposition to have become soured, his generous nature warped, when in truth the most noble impulses sit, "Crowned monarchs o'er his heart." A charitable cynic, he sneers at the idea of there being any honesty in mankind, calls them "fools, knaves, hypocrites," "rails at all the world in good set terms," and then dispatches his man of business with £100 to the relief of a poor bricklayer. Graves is one of the nondescripts of society, wears black, mourns the loss of his "Sainted Maria," yet is ready to fall in love, and marry again as soon as that "monstrous fine woman," Lady Franklin, will afford him the opportunity. Man is, in truth, a being made up of the most contradictory materials. Arrangement of Stage: TABLE and CHAIRS. DESK, for SHARP. R....... FRONT OF STAGE. EVELYN discovered at table reading a newspaper. SHARP at desk looking over accounts. Enter STOUT, R. Eve. Stout, you look heated! Stout. I hear you have just bought the great Groginhole property. Eve. It is true. Sharp says it's a bargain. Stout. Well, my dear friend Hopkins, member for Groginhole, can't live another month—but the interests of mankind forbid regret for individuals! The patriot Popkins intends to start for the boro' the instant Hopkins is dead!-your interest will secure his election!-now is your time!--- put yourself forward in the march of enlightenment. bigoted, here comes Glossmore! By all that is [Crosses to L. Enter GLOSSMORE, R.; SHARP still at his desk. Gloss. So lucky to find you at home! Hopkins, of Groginhole, is not long for this world. Popkins the brewer, is already canvassing underhand-so very ungentlemanly-like! Keep your interest for young Lord Cipher—a valuable candidate. this is an awful moment--the Constitution depends on his return! Vote for Cipher! Stout. Popkins is your man! Eve. (musingly.) Cipher and Popkins-Popkins and Cipher! Enlightenment and Popkins-Cipher and the Constitution! I am puzzled! Stout, I am not known at Groginhole. Stout. Your property's known there! Eve. But purity of election-independence of votes — Stout. To be sure: Cipher bribes abominably. Frustrate his schemes-preserve the liberties of the borough-— turn every man out of his house who votes against enlightenment and Popkins! Eve. Right! Down with those who take the liberty to admire any liberty except our liberty! That is liberty! Gloss. Cipher has a stake in the country-will have £50,000 a year—Cipher will never give a vote without considering beforehand how people of £50,000 a year will be affected by the motion. Eve. Right: for as without law there would be no property, so to be the law for property is the only proper property of law That is law! Stout. Popkins is all for economy- there's a sad waste of the public money-they give the Speaker £5,000 a year, when I've a brother-in-law who takes the chair at the vestry, and who assures me confidentially he'd consent to be Speaker for half the money! Gloss. Enough, Mr. Stout. Mr. Evelyn has too much. at stake for a leveller. Stout. And too much sense for a bigot. Eve. Mr. Evelyn has no politics at all! Did you ever play at battledore? Eve. Battledore!—that is a contest between two parties: both parties knock about something with singular skillsomething is kept up-high-low-here-there-everywhere nowhere! How grave are the players! how anxious the bystanders! how noisy the battledores! But when this something falls to the ground, only fancy-it's nothing but cork and feather! Go, and play by yourselves- I'm no hand at it! (Crosses, L.) Stout. (aside.) Sad ignorance! Aristocrat! Gloss. Heartless principles! Parvenu. Stout. Then you don't go against us? - I'll bring Popkins to-morrow. |