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The Tragedy of Arthur_ A Novel - Arthur Phillips [160]

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we send word to him of his mischance?

ARTHUR

But wait for our return from Irish wars,

For he is one who poorly learns bad news.

GUENHERA

What further need have you of queen, my lord?

Have I not failed what you have asked of me?

ARTHUR

Hush, Guen! Thou must not speak such wretched stuff!

We have made whole our question, only queen,

Be jovial now and kiss our son and heir.

GUENHERA

So as you bid, so shall I do. Come, Prince.

[They embrace]

GLOUCESTER

What war will follow on from this fond kiss?

ARTHUR

Such war as would have followed all the same,

Such war as clouds the sky or dews the grass.

Our people ne’er would tolerate the Pict

And he had ruled ’gainst endless mutiny.

No English will abide a stranger-king

But offer up commotion without end.

We sealed that pact in other, different days;

He sure cannot conceive that it would hold.

Go see, my lord, that all is readiness,—

And, Prince, when I return, we shall converse.—

Come, Guen, a night of peace is granted us

And savors it more nectared ’twixt two wars.

Exeunt [except Philip]

PHILIP

I have some royal heart, for this I met

And did not squeak. I have some royal gloss,

For that fair king doth see in me his twin.

If heart and gloss, though, yet I want the blood:

Elizabeth in truth did bear his son,

On selfsame day my own dam had a boy.29

My mother’s son lives still, for years, I hope,

While th’other met his end some weeks ago.

I came in hope of some small token, aye,

And once or twice my fancy rode a gallop

’Til I was knighted or endowed with land.

But this mad whirling rush of fortune’s wheel

Was all unlooked,30 and frights me a wild duck.

My wings are bating;31 I ought fly to York,

Afore they learn how small a wren am I,

Yet something is that mews me up32 in court.

An I go now, all benefit is lost.

A day or two, perhaps, as Prince of Wales,

Whilst father is at war with duke beside,

Leaves vantage for good fortune to provide. Exit

ACT V[, SCENE I]

[Location: The Royal Court, London]

Enter Mordred with personal attendants and colors, led by English servant

MORDRED

How empty now great Arthur’s halls do seem.

SERVANT

The king is led his host to Ireland, lord.

MORDRED

Where doth the queen reside in time of war?

SERVANT

At court, with all her ladies and the guard,

And those that dance to fill her empty hours.

MORDRED

Go greet her that her most well-willing friend,

The King of Britain—but for one—awaits.

Exit servant

[Aside] And he would see her down before him kneel1

And pledge her weeping vow to her next lord.

Enter players[, including Player King and Queen,] and ladies of Arthur’s court

What court is this? And with how many kings?

Doth Arthur suffer them to share his throne?

PLAYER KING

Here is no call, no space, no time for you,2

But all is answered for by us, sirrah,

And handsomely, and we will hold our place.

Off, off! The field’s yet ours for many months,

Commissions from the king to play for him

Upon return from Irish wars no less

Than comedy and tragedy, two each,

And to invent a tale with all his knights

Displayed on stage as heroes in a quest.

So, fly, avaunt,3 ye paste-crowned, rat-robed king.

Make haste or we will drop you from the walls.

How bare, mechanical a king you make!

MORDRED

Art thou base interluder,4 puffy5 rogue?

Well, bow, O malapert,6 to current7 king.

PLAYER KING Such currency is compassed8 by the art,

Not thine to claim by wishing, paper prince.

Now I have in my days played Charlemagne

And Caesar, David, Herod, Priam, Jove,9

And thou do aweless show thyself to me.

But lift from here, and turn the head. Look tall.

No, no, thou couldst be messenger, no more.

Let drop thy hands: why press and pull them so?

Thy manner calls to mind a washing fly.

MORDRED

I thank thee for this kingly lessoning,

Though yet thy days in court are few remaining.—

My lady, tell us what thou playest yet

For Arthur should he safe return from war?

PLAYER QUEEN We play the tale of flightful Icarus10

Who from ambition did destroy his life.

MORDRED

Too dark to play for joyful

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