O weary wives Who widowhood would win, Rejoice, rejoice, rejoice, that ye have time O weary, weary wives, rejoice!
[Exit ELSIE as WILFRED re-enters.
WILFRED [looking after ELSIE] 'Tis an odd freak for a dying man and his confessor to be closeted alone with a strange singing girl.I would fain have espied them, but they stopped up the keyhole.My keyhole!
[Enter PHOEBE with SERGEANT MERYLL.MERYLL remains in the background, unobserved by WILFRED.
PHOEBE[aside] Wilfred-- and alone!
WILFRED Now what could he have wanted with her? That's what puzzles me!
PHOEBE[aside] Now to get the keys from him.
[Aloud] Wilfred-- has no reprieve arrived?
WILFRED None.Thine adored Fairfax is to die.
PHOEBENay, thou knowest that I have naught but pity for the poor condemned gentleman.
WILFRED I know that he who is about to die is more to thee than I, who am alive and well.
PHOEBEWhy, that were out of reason, dear Wilfred.Do they not say that a live ass is better than a dead lion?
No, I didn't mean that!
WILFRED Oh, they say that, do they?
PHOEBEIt's unpardonably rude of them, but I believe they put it in that way.Not that it applies to thee, who art clever beyond all telling!
WILFRED Oh yes, as an assistant-tormentor.
PHOEBENay, as a wit, as a humorist, as a most philosophic commentator on the vanity of human resolution.
[PHOEBE slyly takes bunch of keys from WILFRED's waistband and hands them to MERYLL, who enters the Tower, unnoticed by WILFRED.
WILFRED Truly, I have seen great resolution give way under my persuasive methods [working with a small thumbscrew].
In the nice regulation of a thumbscrew-- in the hundredth part of a single revolution lieth all the difference between stony reticence and a torrent of impulsive unbosoming that the pen can scarcely follow.
Ha! ha! I am a mad wag.
PHOEBE[with a grimace] Thou art a most light-hearted and delightful companion, Master Wilfred.Thine anecdotes of the torture-chamber are the prettiest hearing.
WILFRED I'm a pleasant fellow an' I choose.I believe I am the merriest dog that barks.Ah, we might be passing happy together--PHOEBEPerhaps.I do not know.
WILFRED For thou wouldst make a most tender and loving wife.
PHOEBEAye, to one whom I really loved.For there is a wealth of love within this little heart-- saving up for-- Iwonder whom? Now, of all the world of men, I wonder whom? To think that he whom I am to wed is now alive and somewhere! Perhaps far away, perhaps close at hand! And I know him not! It seemeth that I am wasting time in not knowing him.
WILFRED Now say that it is I-- nay! suppose it for the nonce.
Say that we are wed-- suppose it only-- say that thou art my very bride, and I thy cherry, joyous, bright, frolicsome husband-- and that, the day's work being done, and the prisoners stored away for the night, thou and I are alone together-- with a long, long evening before us!
PHOEBE[with a grimace] It is a pretty picture-- but Iscarcely know.It cometh so unexpectedly-- and yet--and yet-- were I thy bride--WILFRED Aye!-- wert thou my bride--?
PHOEBEOh, how I would love thee!
No.11.Were I thy bride (SONG)
PhoebePHOEBE Were I thy bride, Then all the world beside Were not too wide To hold my wealth of love--Were I thy bride!
Upon thy breast My loving head would rest, As on her nest The tender turtle dove--Were I thy bride!
This heart of mine Would be one heart with thine, And in that shrine Our happiness would dwell--Were I thy bride!
And all day long Our lives should be a song:
No grief, no wrong Should make my heart rebel--Were I thy bride!
The silvery flute, The melancholy lute, Were night-owl's hoot To my low-whispered coo--Were I thy bride!
The skylark's trill Were but discordance shrill To the soft thrill Of wooing as I'd woo--Were I thy bride!
[MERYLL re-enters; gives keys to PHOEBE, who replaces them at WILFRED's girdle, unnoticed by him.Exit MERYLL.
The rose's sigh Were as a carrion's cry To lullaby Such as I'd sing to thee, Were I thy bride!
A feather's press Were leaden heaviness to my caress.
But then, of course, you see, I'm not thy bride.
[Exit PHOEBE
WILFRED No, thou'rt not-- not yet! But, Lord, how she woo'd; Ishould be no mean judge of wooing, seeing that I have been more hotly woo'd than most men.I have been woo'd by maid, widow, and wife.I have been woo'd boldly, timidly, tearfully, shyly-- by direct assault, by suggestion, by implication, by inference, and by innuendo.But this wooing is not of the common order;it is the wooing of one who must needs me, if she die for it!
[Exit WILFRED.Enter SERGEANT MERRILL, cautiously, from Tower.
MERYLL[looking after them] The deed is, so far, safely accomplished.The slyboots, how she wheedled him! What a helpless ninny is a love-sick man! He is but as a lute in a woman's hands-- she plays upon him whatever tune she will.But the Colonel comes.I' faith, he's just in time, for the Yeomen parade here for his execution in two minutes!
[Enter FAIRFAX, without beard and moustache, and dressed in Yeoman's uniform.
FAIRFAX My good and kind friend, thou runnest a grave risk for me!
MERYLLTut, sir, no risk.I'll warrant none here will recognise you.You make a brave Yeoman, sir! So-- this ruff is too high; so-- and the sword should hang thus.
Here is your halbert, sir; carry it thus.The Yeomen come.Now, remember, you are my brave son, Leonard Meryll.
FAIRFAX If I may not bear mine own name, there is none other I would bear so readily.
MERYLLNow, sir, put a bold face on it, for they come.
No.12.Oh, Sergeant Meryll, is it true (FINALE OF ACT I)Ensemble[Enter YEOMEN of the GuardYEOMEN Oh, Sergeant Meryll, is it true--The welcome news we read in orders?
Thy son, whose deeds of derring-do Are echoed all the country through, Has come to join the Tower Warders?
If so, we come to meet him, That we may fitly greet him, And welcome his arrival here With shout on shout and cheer on cheer, Hurrah! Hurrah! Hurrah!
