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James Sheridan Knowles >> The Hunchback
[Begins reading again, throws down the book.]
Hang Ovid's Art of Love! I'll woo my cousin!
[Goes out.]
SCENE II.--The Banqueting-room in the Earl of Rochdale's Mansion.
[Enter MASTER WALTER and JULIA.]
Wal. This is the banqueting-room. Thou seest as far
It leaves the last behind, as that excels
The former ones. All is proportion here
And harmony! Observe! The massy pillars
May well look proud to bear the gilded dome.
You mark those full-length portraits? They're the heads,
The stately heads, of his ancestral line.
Here o'er the feast they haply still preside!
Mark those medallions! Stand they forth or not
In bold and fair relief? Is not this brave?
Julia. [Abstractedly.] It is.
Wal. It should be so. To cheer the blood
That flows in noble veins is made the feast
That gladdens here! You see this drapery?
'Tis richest velvet! Fringe and tassels, gold!
Is not this costly?
Julia. Yes.
Wal. And chaste, the while?
Both chaste and costly?
Julia. Yes.
Wal. Come hither! There's a mirror for you. See!
One sheet from floor to ceiling! Look into it,
Salute its mistress! Dost not know her?
Julia. [Sighing deeply.] Yes.
Wal. And sighest thou to know her? Wait until
To-morrow, when the banquet shall be spread
In the fair hall; the guests--already bid,
Around it; here, her lord; and there, herself;
Presiding o'er the cheer that hails him bridegroom,
And her the happy bride! Dost hear me?
Julia. [Sighing still more deeply.] Yes.
Wal. These are the day-rooms only, we have seen.
For public and domestic uses kept.
I'll show you now the lodging-rooms.
[Goes, then turns and observes JULIA standing perfectly abstracted.]
You're tired.
Let it be till after dinner, then. Yet one
I'd like thee much to see--the bridal chamber.
[JULIA starts, crosses her hands upon her breast, and looks
upwards.]
I see you're tired: yet it is worth the viewing,
If only for the tapestry which shows
The needle like the pencil glows with life;
[Brings down chairs--they sit.]
The story's of a page who loved the dame
He served--a princess!--Love's a heedless thing!
That never takes account of obstacles;
Makes plains of mountains, rivulets of seas,
That part it from its wish. So proved the page,
Who from a state so lowly, looked so high, -
But love's a greater lackwit still than this.
Say it aspires--that's gain! Love stoops--that's loss!
You know what comes. The princess loved the page.
Shall I go on, or here leave off?
Julia. Go on.
Wal. Each side of the chamber shows a different stage
Of this fond page, and fonder lady's love. {2}
First--no, it is not that.
Julia. Oh, recollect!
Wal. And yet it is.
Julia. No doubt it is. What is 't?
Wal. He holds to her a salver, with a cup;
His cheeks more mantling with his passion than
The cup with the ruby wine. She heeds him not,
For too great heed of him:- but seems to hold
Debate betwixt her passion and her pride -
That's like to lose the day. You read it in
Her vacant eye, knit brow, and parted lips,
Which speak a heart too busy all within
To note what's done without. Like you the tale?
Julia. I list to every word.
Wal. The next side paints
The page upon his knee. He has told his tale;
And found that when he lost his heart, he played
No losing game: but won a richer one!
There may you read in him, how love would seem
Most humble when most bold,--you question which
Appears to kiss her hand--his breath, or lips!
In her you read how wholly lost is she
Who trusts her heart to love. Shall I give o'er?
Julia. Nay, tell it to the end. Is't melancholy?
Wal. To answer that, would mar the story.
Julia. Right.
Wal. The third side now we come to.
Julia. What shows that?
Wal. The page and princess still. But stands her sire
Between them. Stern he grasps his daughter's arm,
Whose eyes like fountains play; while through her tears
Her passion shines, as through the fountain drops
The sun! His minions crowd around the page!
They drag him to a dungeon.
Julia. Hapless youth!
Wal. Hapless indeed, that's twice a captive! heart
And body both in bonds. But that's the chain,
Which balance cannot weigh, rule measure, touch
Define the texture of, or eye detect,
That's forged by the subtle craft of love!
No need to tell you that he wears it. Such
The cunning of the hand that plied the loom,
You've but to mark the straining of his eye,
To feel the coil yourself!
Julia. I feel't without!
You've finished with the third side; now the fourth!
Wal. It brings us to a dungeon, then.
Julia. The page,
The thrall of love, more than the dungeon's thrall,
Is there?
Wal. He is. He lies in fetters.
Julia. Hard!
Hard as the steel, the hands that put them on.
Wal. Some one unrivets them!
Julia. The princess? 'Tis!
Wal. It is another page.
Julia. It is herself!
Wal. Her skin is fair; and his is berry-brown.
His locks are raven black; and hers are gold.
Julia. Love's cunning of disguises! spite of locks,
Skin, vesture,--it is she, and only she
What will not constant woman do for love
That's loved with constancy! Set her the task,
Virtue approving, that will baffle her!
O'ertax her stooping, patience, courage, wit!
My life upon it, 'tis the princess' self,
Transformed into a page!
Wal. The dungeon door
Stands open, and you see beyond -
Julia. Her father!
Wal. No; a steed.
Julia. [Starting up.] O, welcome steed,
My heart bounds at the thought of thee! Thou comest
To bear the page from bonds to liberty.
What else?
Wal. [Rising.] The story's told.
Julia. Too briefly told;
O happy princess, that had wealth and state
To lay them down for love! Whose constant love
Appearances approved, not falsified!
A winner in thy loss, as well as gain.
Wal. Weighs love so much?
Julia. What would you weigh 'gainst love
That's true? Tell me with what you'd turn the scale?
Yea, make the index waver? Wealth? A feather!
Rank? Tinsel against bullion in the balance!
The love of kindred? That to set 'gainst love!
Friendship comes nearest to't; but put it in,
Friendship will kick the beam!--weigh nothing 'gainst it!
Weigh love against the world!
Yet are they happy that have naught to say to it.
Wal. And such a one art thou. Who wisely wed,
Wed happily. The love thou speak'st of,
A flower is only, that its season has,
Which they must look to see the withering of,
Who pleasure in its budding and its bloom!
But wisdom is the constant evergreen
Which lives the whole year through! Be that, your flower!
[Enter a Servant.]
Well?
Serv. My lord's secretary is without.
He brings a letter for her ladyship,
And craves admittance to her.
Wal. Show him in.
Julia. No.
Wal. Thou must see him. To show slight to him,
Were slighting him that sent him. Show him in!
[Servant goes out.]
Some errand proper for thy private ear,
Besides the letter he may bring. What mean
This paleness and this trembling? Mark me, Julia!
If, from these nuptials, which thyself invited -
Which at thy seeking came--thou wouldst be freed,
Thou hast gone too far! Receding were disgrace,
Sooner than see thee suffer which, the hearts
That love thee most would wish thee dead! Reflect!
Take thought! collect thyself! With dignity
Receive thy bridegroom's messenger! for sure
As dawns to-morrow's sun, to-morrow night
Sees thee a wedded bride!
[Goes out.]
Julia. [Alone.] A wedded bride!
Is it a dream? Is it a phantasm? 'Tis
Too horrible for reality! for aught else
Too palpable! O would it were a dream!
How would I bless the sun that waked me from it!
I perish! Like some desperate mariner
Impatient of a strange and hostile land,
Who rashly hoists his sail and puts to sea,
And being fast on reefs and quicksands borne,
Essays in vain once more to make the land,
Whence wind and current drive him; I'm wrecked
By mine own act! What! no escape? no hope?
None! I must e'en abide these hated nuptials!
Hated!--Ah! own it, and then curse thyself!
That madest the bane thou loathest--for the love
Thou bear'st to one who never can be thine!
Yes--love! Deceive thyself no longer. False
To say 'tis pity for his fall--respect,
Engendered by a hollow world's disdain,
Which hoots whom fickle fortune cheers no more!
'Tis none of these; 'tis love--and if not love,
Why then idolatry! Ay, that's the name
To speak the broadest, deepest, strongest passion,
That ever woman's heart was borne away by!
He comes! Thou'dst play the lady,--play it now!
[Enter a Servant, conducting CLIFFORD, plainly attired as the EARL
OF ROCHDALE'S Secretary.]
Servant. His lordship's secretary.
[Servant goes out.]
Julia. Speaks he not? Or does he wait for orders to unfold
His business? Stopped his business till I spoke,
I'd hold my peace for ever!
[CLIFFORD kneels; presenting a letter.]
Does he kneel?
A lady am I to my heart's content!
Could he unmake me that which claims his knee,
I'd kneel to him--I would! I would!--Your will?
Clif. This letter from my lord.
Julia. O fate! Who speaks?
Clif. The secretary of my lord.
Julia. I breathe!
I could have sworn 'twas he!
[Makes an effort to look at him, but is unable.]
So like the voice -
I dare not look, lest there the form should stand!
How came he by that voice? 'Tis Clifford's voice,
If ever Clifford spoke! My fears come back -
Clifford the secretary of my lord!
Fortune hath freaks, but none so mad as that!
It cannot be!--It should not be!--A look,
And all were set at rest.
[Tries to look at him again, but cannot.]
So strong my fears,
Dread to confirm them takes away the power
To try and end them! Come the worst, I'll look.
[She tries again; and again is unequal to the task.]
I'd sink before him if I met his eye!
Clif. Will't please your ladyship to take the letter?
Julia. There Clifford speaks again! Not Clifford's heart
Could more make Clifford's voice! Not Clifford's tongue
And lips more frame it into Clifford's speech!
A question, and 'tis over! Know I you?
Clif. Reverse of fortune, lady, changes friends;
It turns them into strangers. What I am
I have not always been!
Julia. Could I not name you?
Clif. If your disdain for one, perhaps too bold
When hollow fortune called him favourite, -
Now by her fickleness perforce reduced
To take an humble tone, would suffer you -
Julia. I might?
Clif. You might!
Julia. Oh, Clifford! is it you?
Clif. Your answer to my lord.
[Gives the letter.]
Julia. Your lord!
[Mechanically taking it.]
Clif. Wilt write it?
Or, will it please you send a verbal one?
I'll bear it faithfully.
Julia. You'll bear it?
Clif. Madam,
Your pardon, but my haste is somewhat urgent.
My lord's impatient, and to use despatch
Were his repeated orders.
Julia. Orders? Well,
I'll read the letter, sir. 'Tis right you mind
His lordship's orders. They are paramount!
Nothing should supersede them!--stand beside them!
They merit all your care, and have it! Fit,
Most fit, they should! Give me the letter, sir.
Clif. You have it, madam.
Julia. So! How poor a thing
I look! so lost, while he is all himself!
Have I no pride?
[She rings, the Servant enters.]
Paper, and pen, and ink!
If he can freeze, 'tis time that I grow cold!
I'll read the letter.
[Opens it, and holds it as about to read it.]
Mind his orders! So!
Quickly he fits his habits to his fortunes!
He serves my lord with all his will! His heart's
In his vocation. So! Is this the letter?
'Tis upside down--and here I'm poring on't!
Most fit I let him see me play the fool!
Shame! Let me be myself!
[A Servant enters with materials for writing.]
A table, sir,
And chair.
[The Servant brings a table and chair, and goes out. She sits a
while, vacantly gazing on the letter--then looks at CLIFFORD.]
How plainly shows his humble suit!
It fits not him that wears it! I have wronged him!
He can't be happy--does not look it!--is not.
That eye which reads the ground is argument
Enough! He loves me. There I let him stand,
And I am sitting!
[Rises, takes a chair, and approaches CLIFFORD.]
Pray you take a chair.
[He bows, as acknowledging and declining the honour. She looks at
him a while.]
Clifford, why don't you speak to me?
[She weeps.]
Clif. I trust
You're happy.
Julia. Happy! Very, very happy!
You see I weep, I am so happy! Tears
Are signs, you know, of naught but happiness!
When first I saw you, little did I look
To be so happy!--Clifford!
Clif. Madam?
Julia. Madam!
I call thee Clifford, and thou call'st me madam!
Clif. Such the address my duty stints me to.
Thou art the wife elect of a proud Earl,
Whose humble secretary, sole, am I.
Julia. Most right! I had forgot! I thank you, sir,
For so reminding me; and give you joy,
That what, I see, had been a burthen to you,
Is fairly off your hands.
Clif. A burthen to me!
Mean you yourself? Are you that burthen, Julia?
Say that the sun's a burthen to the earth!
Say that the blood's a burthen to the heart!
Say health's a burthen, peace, contentment, joy,
Fame, riches, honours! everything that man
Desires, and gives the name of blessing to
E'en such a burthen, Julia were to me,
Had fortune let me wear her.
Julia. [Aside.] On the brink
Of what a precipice I'm standing! Back,
Back! while the faculty remains to do't!
A minute longer, not the whirlpool's self
More sure to suck me down! One effort! There!
[She returns to her seat, recovers her self-possession, takes up the
letter, and reads.]
To wed to-morrow night! Wed whom? A man
Whom I can never love! I should before
Have thought of that. To-morrow night! This hour
To-morrow! How I tremble! Happy bands
To which my heart such freezing welcome gives,
As sends an ague through me! At what means
Will not the desperate snatch! What's honour's price?
Nor friends, nor lovers,--no, nor life itself!
Clifford! This moment leave me!
[CLIFFORD retires up the stage out of JULIA'S sight.]
Is he gone?
O docile lover! Do his mistress' wish
That went against his own! Do it so soon
Ere well 'twas uttered! No good-bye to her!
No word! no look! 'Twas best that he so went!
Alas, the strait of her, who owns that best,
Which last she'd wish were done? What's left me now?
To weep! To weep!
[Leans her head upon her arm, which rests upon the desk,--her other
arm hanging listlessly at her side. CLIFFORD comes down the stage,
looks a moment at her, approaches her, and kneeling, takes her
hand.]
Clif. My Julia!
Julia. Here again!
Up! up! By all thy hopes of Heaven, go hence!
To stay's perdition to me! Look you, Clifford!
Were there a grave where thou art kneeling now,
I'd walk into 't, and be inearthed alive,
Ere taint should touch my name! Should some one come
And see thee kneeling thus! Let go my hand!
Remember, Clifford, I'm a promised bride -
And take thy arm away! It has no right
To clasp my waist! Judge you so poorly of me,
As think I'll suffer this? My honour, sir!
[She breaks from him, quitting her seat.]
I'm glad you've forced me to respect myself -
You'll find that I can do so!
Clif. I was bold -
Forgetful of your station and my own;
There was a time I held your hand unchid!
There was a time I might have clasped your waist -
I had forgot that time was past and gone!
I pray you, pardon me!
Julia. [Softened.] I do so, Clifford.
Clif. I shall no more offend.
Julia. Make sure of that.
No longer is it fit thou keep'st thy post
In's lordship's household. Give it up! A day -
An hour remain not in it!
Clif. Wherefore?
Julia. Live
In the same house with me, and I another's?
Put miles, put leagues between us! The same land
Should not contain us. Oceans should divide us -
With barriers of constant tempests--such
As mariners durst not tempt! O Clifford!
Rash was the act so light that gave me up,
That stung a woman's pride, and drove her mad -
Till in her frenzy she destroyed her peace!
Oh, it was rashly done! Had you reproved -
Expostulated,--had you reasoned with me -
Tried to find out what was indeed my heart, -
I would have shown it--you'd have seen it. All
Had been as naught can ever be again!
Clif. Lovest thou me, Julia?
Julia. Dost thou ask me, Clifford?
Clif. These nuptials may be shunned! -
Julia. With honour?
Clif. Yes!
Julia. Then take me!--Stop--hear me, and take me then!
Let not thy passion be my counsellor!
Deal with me, Clifford, as my brother. Be
The jealous guardian of my spotless name!
Scan thou my cause as 'twere thy sister's. Let
Thy scrutiny o'erlook no point of it, -
Nor turn it over once, but many a time:-
That flaw, speck--yea,--the shade of one,--a soil
So slight, not one out of a thousand eyes
Could find it out, may not escape thee; then
Say if these nuptials can be shunned with honour!
Clif. They can.
Julia. Then take me, Clifford! [They embrace.]
Wal. [Entering.] Ha! What's this?
Ha! treason! What! my baronet that was,
My secretary now? Your servant, sir!
Is't thus you do the pleasure of your lord, -
That for your service feeds you, clothes you, pays you!
Or takest thou but the name of his dependent?
What's here?--a letter. Fifty crowns to one
A forgery! I'm wrong. It is his hand.
This proves thee double traitor!
Clif. Traitor!
Julia. Nay,
Control thy wrath, good Master Walter! Do -
And I'll persuade him to go hence -
[MASTER WALTER retires up the stage.] I see
For me thou bearest this, and thank thee, Clifford!
As thou hast truly shown thy heart to me,
So truly I to thee have opened mine!
Time flies! To-morrow! If thy love can find
A way, such as thou saidst, for my enlargement
By any means thou canst, apprise me of it;
And, soon as shown, I'll take it.
Wal. Is he gone?
Julia. He is this moment. If thou covetest me,
Win me, and wear me! May I trust thee? Oh!
If that's thy soul, that's looking through thine eyes,
Thou lovest me, and I may!--I sicken, lest
I never see thee more
Clif. As life is mine,
The ring that on thy wedding-finger goes
No hand but mine shall place there!
Wal. Lingers he?
Julia. For my sake, now away! And yet a word.
By all thy hopes most dear, be true to me!
Go now!--yet stay! Clifford, while you are here,
I'm like a bark distressed and compassless,
That by a beacon steers; when you're away,
That bark alone and tossing miles at sea!
Now go! Farewell! My compass--beacon--land!
When shall my eyes be blessed with thee again!
Clif. Farewell! [Goes out.]
Julia. Art gone? All's chance--all's care--all's darkness.
[Is led off by MASTER WALTER.]
ACT V.
SCENE I.--An Apartment in the Earl of Rochdale's.
[Enter HELEN and FATHOM.]
Fath. The long and short of it is this--if she marries this lord,
she'll break her heart! I wish you could see her, madam. Poor
lady!
Helen. How looks she, prithee?
Fath. Marry, for all the world like a dripping-wet cambric
handkerchief! She has no colour nor strength in her; and does
nothing but weep--poor lady!
Helen. Tell me again what said she to thee?
Fath. She offered me all she was mistress of to take the letter to
Master Clifford. She drew her purse from her pocket--the ring from
her finger--she took her very earrings out of her ears--but I was
forbidden, and refused. And now I'm sorry for it! Poor lady!
Helen. Thou shouldst be sorry. Thou hast a hard heart, Fathom.
Fath. I, madam! My heart is as soft as a woman's. You should have
seen me when I came out of her chamber--poor lady!
Helen. Did you cry?
Fath. No; but I was as near it as possible. I a hard heart! I
would do anything to serve her, poor sweet lady!
Helen. Will you take her letter, asks she you again?
Fath. No--I am forbid.
Helen. Will you help Master Clifford to an interview with her?
Fath. No--Master Walter would find it out.
Helen. Will you contrive to get me into her chamber?
Fath. No--you would be sure to bring me into mischief.
Helen. Go to! You would do nothing to serve her. You a soft
heart! You have no heart at all! You feel not for her!
Fath. But I tell you I do--and good right I have to feel for her.
I have been in love myself.
Helen. With your dinner!
Fath. I would it had been! My pain would soon have been over, and
at little cost. A fortune I squandered upon her!--trinkets--
trimmings--treatings--what swallowed up the revenue of a whole year!
Wasn't I in love? Six months I courted her, and a dozen crowns all
but one did I disburse for her in that time! Wasn't I in love? An
hostler--a tapster--and a constable, courted her at the same time,
and I offered to cudgel the whole three of them for her! Wasn't I
in love?
Helen. You are a valiant man, Fathom.
Fath. Am not I? Walks not the earth the man I am afraid of.
Helen. Fear you not Master Walter?
Fath. No.
Helen. You do!
Fath. I don't!
Helen. I'll prove it to you. You see him breaking your young
mistress's heart, and have not the manhood to stand by her.
Fath. What could I do for her?
Helen. Let her out of prison. It were the act of a man.
Fath. That man am I!
Helen. Well said, brave Fathom!
Fath. But my place!
Helen. I'll provide thee with a better one.
Fath. 'Tis a capital place! So little to do, and so much to get
for't. Six pounds in the year; two suits of livery; shoes and
stockings, and a famous larder. He'd be a bold man that would put
such a place in jeopardy. My place, madam, my place!
Helen. I tell thee I'll provide thee with a better place. Thou
shalt have less to do, and more to get. Now, Fathom, hast thou
courage to stand by thy mistress?
Fath. I have!
Helen. That's right.
Fath. I'll let my lady out.
[Enter MASTER WALTER unperceived.]
Helen. That's right. When, Fathom?
Fath. To-night.
Helen. She is to be married to-night.
Fath. This evening, then. Master Walter is now in the library, the
key is on the outside, and I'll lock him in.
Helen. Excellent! You'll do it?
Fath. Rely upon it. How he'll stare when he finds himself a
prisoner, and my young lady at liberty!
Helen. Most excellent! You'll be sure to do it?
Fath. Depend upon me! When Fathom undertakes a thing, he defies
fire and water -
Wal. [Coming forward.] Fathom!
Fath. Sir!
Wal. Assemble straight the servants.
Fath. Yes, sir!
Wal. Mind,
And have them in the hall when I come down.
Fath. Yes, sir!
Wal. And see you do not stir a step,
But where I order you.
Fath. Not an inch, sir!
Wal. See that you don't--away! So, my fair mistress,
[FATHOM goes out.]
What's this you have been plotting? An escape
For mistress Julia?
Helen. I avow it.
Wal. Do you?
Helen. Yes; and moreover to your face I tell you,
Most hardly do you use her!
Wal. Verily!
Helen. I wonder where's her spirit! Had she mine
She would not take 't so easily. Do you mean
To force this marriage on her?
Wal. With your leave.
Helen. You laugh.
Wal. Without it, then. I don't laugh now.
Helen. If I were she, I'd find a way to escape.
Wal. What would you do?
Helen. I'd leap out of the window!
Wal. Your window should be barred.
Helen. I'd cheat you still! -
I'd hang myself ere I'd be forced to marry!
Wal. Well said! You shall be married, then, tonight.
Helen. Married to-night!
Wal. As sure as I have said it.
Helen. Two words to that. Pray who's to be my bridegroom?
Wal. A daughter's husband is her father's choice.
Helen. My father's daughter ne'er shall wed such husband!
Wal. Indeed!
Helen. I'll pick a husband for myself.
Wal. Indeed!
Helen. Indeed, sir; and indeed again!
Wal. Go dress you for the marriage ceremony.
Helen. But, Master Walter, what is it you mean?
[Enter MODUS.]
Wal. Here comes your cousin;--he shall be your bridesman!
The thought's a sudden one,--that will excuse
Defect in your appointments. A plain dress, -
So 'tis of white,--will do.
Helen. I'll dress in black.
I'll quit the castle.
Wal. That you shall not do.
Its doors are guarded by my lord's domestics,
Its avenues--its grounds. What you must do,
Do with a good grace! In an hour, or less,
Your father will be here. Make up your mind
To take with thankfulness the man he gives you.
Now, [Aside] if they find not out how beat their hearts,
I have no skill, not I, in feeling pulses.
[Goes out.]
Helen. Why, cousin Modus! What! will you stand by
And see me forced to marry? Cousin Modus!
Have you not got a tongue? Have you not eyes?
Do you not see I'm very--very ill,
And not a chair in all the corridor?
Mod. I'll find one in the study.
Helen. Hang the study!
Mod. My room's at hand. I'll fetch one thence.
Helen. You shan't
I'd faint ere you came back!
Mod. What shall I do?
Helen. Why don't you offer to support me? Well?
Give me your arm--be quick! [MODUS offers his arm.]
Is that the way
To help a lady when she's like to faint?
I'll drop unless you catch me! [MODUS supports her.]
That will do.
I'm better now--[MODUS offers to leave her] don't leave me! Is one
well
Because one's better? Hold my hand. Keep so.
I'll soon recover so you move not. Loves he -
[Aside.]
Which I'll be sworn he does, he'll own it now.
Well, cousin Modus?