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The Tragedy of Arthur_ A Novel - Arthur Phillips [164]

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sooner laugh and greet your corpse

Than change his crown for safe exile with you.

’Tis his command and he who chooseth now.—

These two are proofed unvalued currency.2

They serve no further use that I can see.

Though sure I will require this day a queen

She’ll not be this unstaid3 and misproud4 stale.5

[To Soldier] I would thou trad’st6 upon them now. I go.

FIRST SOLDIER

The child beside its mother dies the same?

MORDRED

’Tis sure the poison’s thickest in the young.7

Exit Mordred

PHILIP

This cannot be. Call back these fearful words.

GUENHERA

What is your name, O gentle knight?

FIRST SOLDIER

But choose.

GUENHERA

I would choose one who’s spoken of in verse,

Whom poets praise for courtesy and grace,

A name befitting one who nobly fights

And never would do harm to innocents.

FIRST SOLDIER

Then choose such name for me. That is no matter.

Prepare yourself howe’er you will: time’s brief.

GUENHERA

I am prepared. Art thou? Thine act’s thine own.

FIRST SOLDIER

I would not have it any other wise.

PHILIP

In killing me you disobey your king.

Your king would have you cut off Arthur’s line,

But I am not of Arthur’s blood or seed

Nor am no heir nor can endanger you.

GUENHERA

The boy speaks plainsong,8 sooth, and ought be freed.

FIRST SOLDIER

And you are not the queen, nor that the sky,

For queens reside in London not in mud,

The sky, being often blue, cannot be black,

And all these things being other than they are,

It’s best we think no more, or never act.

GUENHERA

To slay anointed queen gives thee no pause,

Then contemplate before this foolish boy:

His face and mad outrageous circumstance

Must pluck forth pity e’en from blackest heart.

FIRST SOLDIER

How often do I hear of pity spake,

Yet glean no sense of what the word must be.

It seems a kind of shriek or bootless prayer.

GUENHERA

Then God have mercy on thee.

FIRST SOLDIER

And on you.

PHILIP

But, Queen, cannot you make this vision end?

I would awake from this and see my home.

GUENHERA

Be brave, and thereby something of a prince.

FIRST SOLDIER

You will awake right soon, they say, now come.

Stabs Philip

PHILIP

But no, but no, this cannot be my end!

Dies

GUENHERA

O, God be merciful and take me in!

[First Soldier] stabs Guenhera, she dies

FIRST SOLDIER

[To Second Soldier] You stand as well as any man I know.

But be now better used and give your hands.

SECOND SOLD.

The king gave you the baseness, I the watch.

FIRST SOLDIER

Well-watched, bold guard, now lift and to the bog.

Exeunt [with bodies]

[ACT V, SCENE V]

[Location: Humberside battlefield]

Alarum. Excursions. Enter Pictish and English soldiers fighting. Enter Mordred

MORDRED

King Arthur’s dead! Fly, English! Arthur’s slain!

ENG. SOLDIER

The king is dead! The day is lost! Give back!

Exit Mordred

No king, no heir, no queen, but fly and live!

Alarums. Enter Arthur

ARTHUR

But see! From my uncovered face take heart

And we will push them to the drowning wash!

ENG. SOLDIER

King Arthur lives! He lives! Fight on! Fight on!

Exeunt

Alarum. Enter Gloucester and Mordred. They fight

GLOUCESTER

I would spend all my breath in slaying thee,

Thou hag-born demon of the darkest pit.

Thou never wilt be Britain’s king a day.

MORDRED

Old Gloucester, God doth wield my sword for me

To lead me to that throne and do His will,

And first of His designs must be your doom.

GLOUCESTER

No king art thou, bereft of Arthur’s strain.1

MORDRED

Thou diest, poltroon!2 Now out upon it, die!

Gloucester is slain

The lord protector leads the way to hell.

The brat he taught will follow him apace,

Though I dare not dispatch him without aid.

To me! To me!

Enter Pictish soldiers

FIRST SOLDIER

My lord?

MORDRED

Thy work is done?

FIRST SOLDIER

My king, to its perfection.

MORDRED

Honored friend!

Then to my side until th’usurper falls.

The coward vowed to strike me from behind.

Exeunt

Alarums. Excursions. Enter Arthur

ARTHUR

Nay, Gloucester, nay! Still offer wisdom’s words;

Thou wert my father, too, and I thy son.

Your worthless boy must lean on you today.

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