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E L F R I D A. 
 
 A DRAMA. 
 
 DYSON ^ISHELL. 
 
 PHILADELPHIA: 
 
 J. B. LIPPINCOTT & CO. 
 
 1883. 
 
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 Copyright, 1882. by J. B. LiPPiNCOTT & Co. 
 
Lords attending King Edgar. 
 
 DRAMATIS PERSONS. 
 
 Edgar, King of England. 
 
 DuNSTAN, Archbishop of Canterbury. 
 
 Ordgar, Earl of Devon, father of Elfrida. 
 
 The Earl of Cornwall. 
 
 Athelwold, 
 
 Edmund, 
 
 Osric, 
 
 Egbert, 
 
 Gafney, a young lord, in love with Elfrida. 
 
 Roger, attending Athelwold, in love with Roxie. 
 
 Philip, a servant, in love with himself. 
 
 Elfrida. 
 
 Judith, wife of Ordgar, mother of Elfrida. 
 
 Roxie, attending Elfrida. 
 
 Sancie, an ignorant cook. 
 
 DURK, a laughing boy. 
 
 A woman, Durk's mother. 
 
 Officers, messengers, etc. 
 
E L F R I D A. 
 
E L F R I D A. 
 
 ACT I. 
 
 SCENE I.— KING EDGAR'S PALACE. 
 
 Enter King Edgar, the Earl of Devon, the Earl of 
 Cornwall. 
 
 King Edgar. 
 
 So here's a quarrel for a little glebe 
 No bigger than my hat, — scarce large enough 
 To hold the graves of those who died for it ! 
 For shame, my lords, to vex us with your brawl 
 About a garden ! 
 
 Devon. 
 
 Ten good leagues. Your Grace, 
 Beyond the Tamar he doth cast me out. 
 
 Cornwall. 
 
 And every league my own. 
 
Elfrida. [act i. 
 
 Devon. 
 
 Not so ! 
 King Edgar. 
 Wait now, and I will hear you. Ordgar, you 
 Being the eldest, let us hear your claim ; 
 The other wait in silence our command. 
 Now we will hear you, Devon. 
 
 Devon. 
 
 What lies beyond our ancient boundaries, 
 
 That on the south may serve at Cornwall's will, — 
 
 For of his petty leagues not one I covet ; 
 
 'Tis not mine, and never was my father's, — 
 
 But on the Tamar's bank my conscience sits. 
 
 And, looking northward, doth defend my sword. 
 
 Its right is vested, and hath ever been, 
 
 In me and my forefathers, saving now 
 
 That Cornwall most unjustly claims its right. 
 
 King Edgar. 
 Now Cornwall, Devon doth dpmand his own. 
 Because of ancient, undisputed right : 
 What say you for yourself in your demand ? ~ 
 
 Cornwall. 
 So much doth Cornwall of his right demand, — 
 
SCENE I.] Elfrida. 
 
 That this fair province, which of late was got 
 By rude and martial arguments from him, 
 Be straight delivered up, his right thereto 
 In decent haste conceded, — holding this 
 Upon the ancient, just, and valid claim 
 That in Earl Godwin's time, now thirty years. 
 This earl, his father, risked some old demand 
 Upon the rough arbitrament of war. 
 So was it that his father lost, and gave. 
 Hard pressed upon by his indignant foe, 
 This province as a small indemnity. 
 Thus having paid his debt, the son steps in 
 And many years did strive to get it back. 
 Till in the chance of war he hath it now. 
 
 King Edgar. 
 To this, my lord, what answer wilt thou make ? 
 
 Devon. 
 
 So answer we this Cornwall : He did win 
 Some thirty years ago a certain causf ; 
 This, to the self-same arbiter appealed, 
 Hath been rev^ersed, and thereby all his claims, 
 Which valid were some thirty years ago. 
 Are by his chosen court now set aside. 
 
lo Elfrida. [act i, 
 
 King Edgar. 
 My Lord of Devon, we do think you wrong, 
 And see no merit in the title noised 
 By Cornwall. Neither being, then, in right, 
 Shall neither win to make an endless fight. 
 You did good service in my father's wars : 
 For this I thank you. But I take this land 
 In right of my grandfather, Athelstan, 
 Who from the invading Welsh did wring it back. 
 And now we charge you, as you love our weal. 
 To draw your partisans away and go. 
 
 Devon. 
 My lord, is justice nothing, and these wars? 
 Four hundred years 'twas Devon past dispute; 
 So is it now, with all its ancient right 
 By later conquests stronger still confirmed. 
 
 Cornwall. 
 By prior conquest 'tis confirmed in me. 
 
 King Edgar. 
 Why, in God's name, my lords, the suit is done. 
 I would divide it if a single line 
 Could run its widthless course between your parts 
 And leave a grave on either side to share. 
 
SCENE II.] Elfrida, ii 
 
 Devon. 
 Ten leagues beyond the Tamar from my own, — 
 
 King Edgar. 
 
 Enough, enough ! Pray get you from our sight. 
 
 \_Exit 
 
 SCENE II.— THE PALACE. 
 
 King Edgar, Dunstan, Athelwold, Egbert, Osric, 
 Edmund, Ornim, arid Attendants. 
 
 King Edgar. 
 
 Is it considered what you ask, — my right, 
 And symbol of that adequate command 
 Which bade you quit your humble abbacy 
 To be a dignitary, stay, and prop 
 Beneath itself, not topping o'er its head ? 
 For seven years ! my crown ! to render up 
 This trinket to your whim ! How old art thou ? 
 
 Dunstan. 
 I've seen the backs of nine and forty years. 
 
2 Elfrida. [act i. 
 
 King Edgar. 
 Why, only four and thirty laggard years 
 Have I kicked sprawling for my very mirth. 
 But those which late have come are pale with fright, 
 And scurry by lest I should serve them so. 
 But now I love them better than I did. 
 And fain would have them tarry if they dared. 
 *Tis time we put these childish toys away. 
 Though I do love this gaud. I'll fill it up 
 With rattles, tinkling bells, and noisy tin, 
 And play at baby with you seven years. 
 
 DUNSTAN. 
 
 My lord grows merry ; kings must have their sport, 
 
 But in this hour of solemnity. 
 
 When thou surrenderest up thy diadem 
 
 In penance for a grievous, heinous sin, 
 
 'Tis meet that reverence and humility 
 
 Befitting such occasion should prevail. 
 
 My lord, no controversy threatens you. 
 
 For none doth give the thing that he would take, 
 
 Nor vex himself with angry disputations 
 
 When rosy Truth sits smiling in his lap. 
 
 Now, as the guardian of Your Highness' soul 
 
 And chief conservator of this your state, 
 
SCENE II.] Elfrida. 13 
 
 Which we have rescued from such adverse swords. 
 We charge you give this splendor to our care. 
 
 Athelwold. 
 Is Edgar but a puppet jumped by strings, 
 Thou grown to we, the king a barren naught ? 
 *' We !" By my faith, lord bishop, count yourself. 
 
 DUNSTAN. 
 
 Tut, boy ! Whilst thou wert blubbering at school 
 For spanks bought with thy rude impertinence, 
 I, who now speak with such authority 
 For virtues calling for redress to heaven. 
 Stood in the estimation of the world. 
 
 Athelwold. 
 My liege, command us seize this lofty priest 
 Who all his proper functions hath surpassed, 
 Assumes a majesty that fits him ill. 
 And even here demands the very crown. 
 
 OSRIC. 
 
 Speak but the word, my lord, and it is done. 
 
 Edmund. 
 
 Down with the priest ! 
 
4 Elfrida. [act i. 
 
 Egbert. 
 Hold, hold ! Let the lord bishop speak. 
 
 DUNSTAN. 
 
 Pitch out these rude combustibles. Away, 
 Away, curst Edmund ! Cast Lord Osric hence ! 
 But touch my sacred body with your hands. 
 And I will open up the gates of heaven. 
 
 King Edgar. 
 
 Peace, peace ! 
 
 DUNSTAN. 
 
 Not now, my lords, not now, but some time hold 
 Yourselves in readiness to answer this. 
 
 Athelwold. 
 
 " Some time !" I would that all my enemies 
 Would wag their heads and bite their teeth and say, 
 *' Some time I'll so-and-so and so-and-so." 
 **Some time," methinks, is but a trundle-bed 
 Where weaklings do their sick ambition lay, — 
 Where thou dost put until thou canst forget 
 This enterprise, too weak to help itself. 
 Too heavy to be carried on thy heart. 
 
SCENE II.] Elfrida. 15 
 
 DUNSTAN. 
 
 You do mistake me, Athelwold. To-day 
 
 The king delivers up his crown to me. 
 
 The rest shall wait its season. Doubt it not. 
 
 King Edgar. 
 
 My lords, we let the bishop have his way : 
 What care we for the bauble ? Let the fools 
 Who wish it have it. It is naught to me. 
 
 Athelwold. 
 
 Farewell to majesty ! A juggler sits 
 Beside the throne of England, and the king 
 Allies to work his own calamity. 
 
 King Edgar. 
 
 Nay, Athelwold, I do this of my will, — 
 
 Or, if it please you, from my want of it, — 
 
 And care not here nor there. Here is the crown. 
 
 Dunstan. 
 
 Now, noble Edgar, thou art king indeed, 
 With this, thy rival, held in custody. 
 Kneel, kneel, my lords, and say, "Long live the 
 king!" 
 
1 6 Elfrida. [act i. 
 
 All {but Athelwold). 
 
 Long live the king ! 
 
 King Edgar. 
 What, Athelwold ! canst thou not wish me live ? 
 
 Atpelwold. 
 Long life to Edgar ! Yonder is the king. 
 
 King Edgar. 
 Ho ! ho ! My Lord the Bishop speaks it well. 
 This golden circle I resign to him, 
 While I am king indeed. 
 
 Athelwold. 
 
 I wish it so. 
 I have no more to say. God save you all ! 
 
 King Edgar. 
 What was it, Egbert, thou didst say this morn 
 Concerning one Elfrida? On my life, 
 The nun was wearisome as autumn winds 
 Or the interpretation of a jest. 
 'Twas villainous, my lords, most villainous, 
 In me. I thank thee, Dunstan, for thy care. 
 Where is Elfrida, whom you speak so fair ? 
 
SCENE II.] Elfrida. 17 
 
 Egbert. 
 
 She is the Earl of Devon's daughter, sire, 
 Old Ordgar, who did vex Your Highness' ear 
 With his loud scramble here the other day 
 For a small province. 
 
 King Edgar. 
 
 Oh, I remember. 
 Come, Egbert ; hast thou seen the maid thyself? 
 Come, come ! 
 
 [Exeunt all but Dunstan. 
 
 DUNSTAN. 
 
 Now give him rein, and let him choose his toys. 
 This circlet hath no virtue, no avail, 
 But 'gainst his will, in presence of the lords, 
 To wrench it from his brow, — that was a sign 
 Which hath a meaning. Ay, my royal clown, 
 Have thy own way, but touch not sovereignty. 
 
 \^Exit. 
 
1 8 Elfrida. [act i. 
 
 SCENE III.— THE PALACE. 
 King Edgar and Athelwold. 
 
 King Edgar. 
 Now, Athelwold, commend me to my lord, 
 And to our court at Reading summon here 
 The fair Elfrida, if she please your eye. 
 Our judgment is not thus inflexible 
 Where but a hair divides the right and wrong ; 
 Then thou shalt say to Ordgar, *' Have thy land. 
 The brightest-gleaming jewels oft are digged 
 From most unlikely mines ; so seems it now. 
 This Egbert hath an eye, — methinks he hath ; 
 But, mark you, Athelwold, he sees so well — 
 Now, Athelwold, such villainy's in man — 
 He'd take a look upon his own account. 
 But thou art trustier. Now, my lord, farewell. 
 
 ATHELViTOLD. 
 
 Men are stiff arguments 'gainst Providence ; 
 Women our refutation, his excuse. 
 
 King Edgar. 
 Most excellent, most excellent they are. 
 
SCENE III.] Elfrida. 19 
 
 And I no coward in so sweet a war 
 As that which women wage 'gainst lusty man 
 When he enlists his mettle. That you know. 
 Now get you back to Reading speedily. 
 If this new citadel be worth the siege, 
 And vindicate the botch of heaven in me, 
 So good, and let the confutation fit. 
 But be thou, Edgar, only with thine eyes 
 To note her face, her gesture, and her form, 
 And see if she doth carry like a queen. 
 For if she move uncouthly like a cow. 
 Or waddle like a fish-dame on the sand, 
 She hath such tricks will make her all unfit 
 To serve as England's queen in Edgar's time. 
 
 Athelwold. 
 I know a woman when I see her, sir. 
 And will not send thee on a fruitless quest ; 
 Nor fear she may elude Your Majesty 
 When laughing "Yes" plays peep behind her "No," 
 Because, my lord, I'll have an eye to that. 
 
 King Edgar. 
 Nay, say you nothing. Get you back in haste : 
 I'll do the winning when she reaches me. 
 Another sent to woo another's love 
 
20 Elfrida. [act i. 
 
 Sets roguery afoot, and ties the hounds. 
 But take my eyes, and leave thyself at home. 
 Now haste thee to Elfrida, Athelvvold, 
 And see how well she may confute a king. 
 How soon wilt thou be gone ? 
 
 Athelwold. 
 
 King Edgar. 
 Good, very good. 
 
 To-morrow, sir. 
 
 SCENE IV.— A FOREST IN DEVONSHIRE. 
 
 Enter Athelwold. 
 
 Athelwold. 
 I would I were a hermit dwelling here 
 Amidst these birches all the four-winged year, 
 To crush the hoar-frost, saying. This is love, 
 And so I crush you that hath frozen me. 
 ' Then, when the frost, which is so like to love, 
 Had kissed the trustful roses till they died, 
 I'd sing the barren earth defiant songs. 
 
SCENE IV.] Elfrida. 21 
 
 SONG. 
 
 Let the brown earth lie ; what caxq. 
 
 Have I that 'tis sad, 
 That the fields are dull and bare, 
 
 That the hills are clad 
 In a faded, tattered dress, 
 
 Like a beggar's child. 
 Asking alms, in their distress, 
 Of the snow-clouds wild ? 
 
 Oh, the earth was fair to see. 
 
 Now 'tis grieving, dying; 
 Tuneful birds, once mad with glee, 
 Singing all day long for thee, 
 
 Voiceless southward now are flying. 
 
 How you mocked me when my grief 
 
 Haunted like a ghost ! 
 How you flaunted every leaf 
 
 When I sorrowed most ! 
 Flinging every joy you had 
 
 Toward my grieving eye ! 
 Taunting earth, oh I am glad 
 
 When I see you die I 
 
 Oh, the earth was fair, etc. 
 
 Half that's reality, — enough for grief 
 And all the vagrant passions of the soul 
 To feed and fatten on. How well they thrive 
 Upon the bitter morsels dropping down 
 From off the burdened table of our joys ! 
 
22 Elfrida. [act i. 
 
 Elfrida. 
 
 Help! help! 
 
 Athelwold. 
 
 What's that ? 
 It is such music as a harp that fell 
 Undinted from a window of sweet heaven 
 Might give when vexed by the rude winds of earth, 
 So sweet and yet so pitiful it is. 
 
 Elfrida. 
 
 Help! help! 
 
 Athelwold. 
 It is a cry for help. {Sees her?) Oh, saddest sight ! 
 Is that a stain of blood upon thy cheek ? 
 Why did the jealous seraphs cast thee forth 
 To fall so bruised among these cruel thorns ? 
 
 Elfrida. 
 I pray you help me rise. My limbs will hold 
 If I do get upon my feet again. 
 
 Athelwold. 
 Alas, alas ! these human arms of mine 
 Are all too rude to bear a spirit up. 
 
SCENE IV.] Elfrida. 23 
 
 Elfrida. 
 Oh, where is my palfrey ? 
 
 Athelwold. 
 Thy palfrey ! Hadst thou need of palfreys there ? 
 
 Elfrida. 
 Sir knight, — for such I do perceive thou art, — 
 I am too weak to know what thou would st ask. 
 I beg you let me sit upon this bank. 
 And you may bring me water from the brook. 
 Then, if my palfrey hath not strayed too far, 
 Wilt thou pursue him? for I cannot walk, 
 So far the castle is from here. 
 
 Athelwold. 
 It is an angel's voice, an angel's form, 
 But in her weakness and her many needs 
 She is a woman, which is better still. 
 So sit you here upon this mossy bank. 
 The elf-queen's throne, and bid me what you will. 
 How came your palfrey gone ? 
 
 Elfrida. 
 
 We broke away 
 When with my father hawking, and in sport 
 
24 Elfrida. [act i. 
 
 I urged him through these forests, calling back, 
 *'Pray do not follow me." Here from these thorns 
 A wild boar rushing forth did frighten him. 
 And how 1 fell I know not, but I lay 
 Too weak with fright, vexation, grief, and pain 
 To do aught else than feebly call for help. 
 
 Athelwold. 
 Why when I came this brook was giggling by ; 
 The witless birds sang merrily above. 
 As if it were a holiday, and Pain 
 Had learned his duty, and not overtaken 
 The loveliest form he ever did pursue. 
 
 Elfrida. 
 
 I beg you find my palfrey. 
 
 Athelwold. 
 He must be near, and yet he is not here. 
 The idle beast, and ignorant and wild. 
 To stray away from so much loveliness ! 
 
 Elfrida. 
 I think his tracks are printed in the clay. 
 
SCENE IV.] Elfrida. 25 
 
 Athelwold. 
 The foolish beast, so steeped in knavery 
 That he could leave you ! 
 
 Elfrida. 
 
 Look you on the ground. 
 
 Athelwold. 
 
 I did, my lady, but I saw no feet. 
 
 I think the earth was shamed to see him fly, 
 
 And would not own the grievance of his feet. 
 
 Elfrida. 
 Sir knight, forgive me, but thy name? 
 
 Athelwold. 
 My name is Athelwold, and from the court 
 Of Edgar, our good liege, I have a charge. 
 
 Elfrida. 
 And I, Elfrida, here of Devonshire. 
 
 Athelwold. 
 Oh, not Elfrida ! Can it be thou art ? 
 Then farewell, happiness, and take the wind 
 
26 Elf r Ida. [act i. 
 
 Like ashes scattered on a stormy day, 
 Since treason blows its poison in my soul. 
 
 Elfrida. 
 Thou art no traitor, though thyself shouldst say it, 
 For I did see a traitor once, my lord, 
 Who, by my father apprehended, stood 
 Some minutes in the circle of my eye. 
 I will not hear thee do thyself the wrong 
 To say thou art a traitor. Pray, my lord, 
 Wilt thou not find my horse? 
 
 Athelwold. 
 
 He is not here. 
 The rebel rogue that threw you from his back. 
 We'll have him executed. 
 
 Elfrida. 
 
 Nay, my lord, 
 I think he'd find a way to get me back 
 
 Athelwold. 
 
 I beg you mount my horse. See how his eyes 
 
 Look so contemptuously on me now. 
 
 There is no management will keep him pent 
 
 Within the proper bounds of pride. 
 
 \^Exeunt. 
 
ACT II.] Elfrida. 
 
 ACT II. 
 
 SCENE I.— ORDGAR'S CASTLE IN DEVON- 
 SHIRE. 
 
 Ordgar and Judith. A Servant. 
 
 Judith. 
 My lord, where is Elfrida? 
 
 Ordgar. 
 
 Caged. 
 
 Judith. 
 Caged, my lord ? You wander. 
 
 Ordgar. 
 Not I, nor yet our daughter. When she roves, 
 It is to wed Lord Gafney. Set your head 
 As firmly as you will, you'll find it so. 
 
 Judith. 
 
 She will not wed him. 
 
28 Elfrida. [act ii. 
 
 Ordgar. 
 No ? She will not wed him ? Will she not ? 
 This Athelwold hath asked me for her hand, 
 Wherein he pressed a losing claim. At that 
 I find them plotting, fuming, sighing, sick. 
 I send her to her chamber ; there she stays 
 Until she wed Lord Gafney. 
 
 Judith. 
 'Tis not a month since thou wert in a rage 
 Because my lord of Gafney urged his suit 
 Upon the like account. Now in your grace, 
 Now off, now on. By our true faith, my lord. 
 If that be reason, what must folly be ? 
 
 Ordgar. 
 
 I say she shall not wed Lord Athelwold. 
 If that be folly, what must reason be ? 
 
 Judith. 
 
 My lord, what blemish dost thou find in him 
 That stands in opposition to his suit? 
 
 Ordgar. 
 Still punishing that string ! 
 
SCENE I.] Elfrida. 29 
 
 Judith. 
 What in his state, condition, dignity, 
 Canst thou condemn, and honor still thyself? 
 
 Ordgar. 
 
 I will not hear to it. That's my reason. 
 
 Judith. 
 Why, that's no reason, but the lack of it ; 
 And I could give thee fifty reasons flat 
 To show that 'tis no reason. 
 
 Ordgar. 
 Elfrida shall not wed Lord Athelwold ; 
 So much is absolute. A hanger-on 
 And emissary of that English king — 
 God save him ! — who has robbed me of my land 
 Shall never wed my daughter. Hear you that ? 
 
 Judith. 
 Why, how ungently you do pick me up ! 
 I would thou'rt not so testy. 'Tis no fault — 
 And you must know it — of Lord Athelwold 
 That Edgar wrongs you, robs you of your land. 
 3* 
 
30 Elfrida. [act ii. 
 
 Ordgar. 
 Why, I did win it in a dozen fights, 
 And paid no court to rest nor drowsy night, 
 But fought them as I would another foe ; 
 Quarrelled with insolent November winds, 
 And vexed the chilled and half-congealed streams 
 With the rude opposition of my limbs. 
 Till I am better fit to hug the hearth 
 And fight old battles with my ready tongue 
 Than coax the venture still of fresh exploits. 
 But yet I bore no malice toward my foes. 
 Having all proper Christian grudges paid 
 In open battle. Now it gallops off, 
 A forfeit to the king ! Out on such kings ! 
 Tut ! I'll have none of them, no rogue of them. 
 
 Judith. 
 My lord, he hath your figure, face, and form. 
 And as you were Lord Athelwold is now ; 
 For in such correspondence are you set 
 That I do think these two, with all my heart, 
 Were made to give our lives continuance. 
 
 Ordgar. 
 
 And there it is again. 
 I cannot sneeze but you do whisper me, 
 
SCENE I.] Elftida. 31 
 
 " So sneezed Lord Athehvold on such a day ;" 
 If he doth whistle, stand you by and swear, 
 " So puckered I my mouth in frisky youth, 
 When wanton joy slid piping through my lips." 
 Little or much or nothing, let me be 
 Myself, and, though it be or beat the devil. 
 Kick the pattern in the sea. Have I eyes ? 
 ** So has Lord Athehvold." Have I a nose? 
 " Lord Athehvold has one." Must I take food ? 
 "By heaven, Lord Athehvold doth likewise eat." 
 As if 'twere something from the expected course 
 That we should both have noses and need food ! 
 
 Enter Lord Gafney. 
 Good-morrow, Gafney. Thou art not belied. 
 Holding thy foes so lightly in esteem, 
 'Tis said thou fearest no man. Fearest thou no woman ? 
 
 Gafney. 
 I fear no woman, sir, doth meditate 
 A trial of my valor. 
 
 Ordgar. 
 
 Well, sir, I have a daughter. {To a servant.') Fetch 
 her here. {^Exit Servant. 
 
32 Elfrida. [act ii. 
 
 Gafney. 
 'Tis a good thing to have, my lord. 
 
 Ordgar. 
 Well, I have a daughter 
 
 Gafney. 
 A most delightful acquisition, sir, 
 Wherein I am deficient, having no wife. 
 
 Ordgar. 
 And, sir, she hath no husband for her hand. 
 
 Gafney. 
 A pity for the husband that might be. 
 
 Ordgar. 
 
 Lord Gafney ? 
 
 Gafney. 
 
 I have not left, my lord. 
 
 Ordgar. 
 Art thou afraid to jump, lest thou shouldst strike 
 On thy desire, or dost thou lack in wit ? 
 
SCENE 1.] Elfrida. 33 
 
 Gafney. 
 Art thou afraid to offer me Elfrida, 
 Or dost thou lack in speech ? Alas, my lord, 
 'Twould please me well if she might be my wife ; 
 But, sir, I see the ground is occupied. 
 
 E7iter Elfrida. 
 
 Elfrida. 
 
 I am your loving daughter, by command 
 Brought here from prison to inquire thy will. 
 
 Ordgar. 
 
 Elfrida, not a prison. Nay, that's wild ; 
 Speak not so foolishly. Thy chamber 'tis. 
 Next to my own, whence thou wert wont to call. 
 From a wee child, for kisses in the night, 
 And never wert refused. It was my hand 
 Did trail the lazy creeping vines to cross 
 In curious tangle o'er thy window, lest 
 The dallying Sun-god kiss and wake thee up. 
 Ere he had swept the vapors for my child. 
 And now, because I send you to its rest. 
 It is a prison. 
 
34 Elfrida. [act ii. 
 
 Elfrida. 
 Oh, sir, and I do wrong yon cruelly. 
 Forgive me. 'Tis no prison, but a place 
 That with a hundred tongues approves your love. 
 
 Ordgar. 
 Why, that is dutiful, — my love deserved. 
 Address this good and worthy gentleman. 
 
 Elfrida. 
 
 Lord Gafney — 
 
 Gafney. 
 Sweet lady, save thy tears, thy quivering words. 
 To speak of one who does not love you. 
 
 Elfrida. 
 They are, my lord, for him who loves me most ; 
 The piteous witnesses of royalty. 
 
 Gafney. 
 And witness, therefore, of allegiance mine. 
 
 Elfrida. 
 Divided ligeance doth despise the law, 
 And that's my answer to your urgency. 
 
SCENE I.] Eifrida. 35 
 
 Ordgar. 
 Elfrida, nay. It is no answer meet. 
 What ! well, but thou shalt. Not much is sure, 
 But here's a little scrap of certainty. 
 Go make you ready for the marriage. Go ! 
 
 Elfrida. 
 
 Make ready ? When ? 
 
 Ordgar. 
 I care not when, nor what the time you choose, 
 But let it be a certainty. 
 
 Elfrida. 
 
 Oh, sir, no. 
 
 Ordgar. 
 No? Why, here's perversity. ''Oh, sir, no" ! 
 I'll ''no" you, nobody! 
 
 Gafney. 
 
 My lady— 
 
 Elfrida. 
 Oh, fear hath stol'n the blushes from my cheeks, 
 Else were I hid behind that crimson armor 
 
36 Elfjida. [act ii. 
 
 From my purchaser. But, Gafney, you, a man ! 
 Say, what's my price. Lord Gafney, what's my price, — 
 How many days thou'lt dig the fields for me? 
 Oh no, thou wilt not dig, — -that takes a man, — 
 But thou'lt be chambermaid, the cook perchance. 
 How thou wilt stand with dish 
 
 Orugar. 
 Why, what a tempest have we here untied ! 
 Come, come, be reasonable, idiot I 
 
 Gafney. 
 I swear you wrong me, lady, that you do. 
 No other fee than honorable love 
 In daily bounties rendered to yourself. 
 And so much honor as my hands can wring 
 From out the iron grip of ramping war, 
 Is offered for you or is worthy you. 
 Nor in the advantage of the earl's consent. 
 But as my warranty, do I stand clothed ; 
 For I'd not buy or get a maiden's heart 
 At any other market than her own. 
 Believe me. 
 
 Elfrida. 
 Pray you, let me go. I'm ill. 
 
 \^Exit. 
 
SCENE I.] Elfrida. 37 
 
 Ordgar. 
 
 She's gone. 
 
 Gafney. 
 
 It scarce needs telling, sir; she's gone. Farewell. 
 
 {Exit. 
 Ordgar. 
 
 So much befall these sick, perturbed fools 
 
 With more of reason in a mullet skull 
 
 And senseless chatter of the lousy apes. 
 
 If so, so good. If not, cords round their napes. 
 
 Judith. 
 I fear me thou art ill. Is it so, my love ? 
 
 Ordgar. 
 
 These importunities have made me so, 
 And I am irritated, racked, and grieved, 
 And cumbered up with idle arguments. 
 I tell thee, woman, I am old and dried. 
 But I can mind me when 'twas otherwise. 
 
 Judith. 
 
 Not old, my lord. Oh no ! Speak not of age. 
 My love doth trudge along as fast as time. 
 
38 Elfrida. [act ii. 
 
 And hath a constant variableness, 
 Changing each year as thou dost yearly change. 
 Ere love for thy dear self can well abate, 
 The jugglery of Time hath changed thy hair. 
 Added new wrinkles, dear, upon thy brow, 
 Till thou'rt another husband, and my love 
 Pays its devotion to the new-found god. 
 All these mutations are the gifts of time, 
 Which keep our fickle hearts forever fond. 
 
 Ordgar. 
 Well, have thy way, so thou art sure of this. 
 I tell thee, Judith, he's a noble youth, 
 And thou shalt have thy way. I know a trick 
 Will set me even with the world again. 
 You wish it : be it so. Lord Athelwold 
 Shall wed Elfrida. 
 
 Elfrida (without). 
 
 Yes, I would, my lord. 
 The lofty agitation which doth stir 
 The peremptory hearts of crowned queens 
 Is next to that which moves the eternal Mind 
 When from the hidden places of His might 
 He wheels the noiseless enginery of worlds 
 To fill the barren heavens with huge spheres. 
 
SCENE I.] Elfrida. 39 
 
 Ath elwold ( without) . 
 Too wild in imagery for sweet content. 
 Why covet these impossibilities, 
 Which those who gain them find so little worth ? 
 
 Elfrida. 
 Oh no. 
 
 Enter Ath elwold and Elfrida. 
 
 Ordgar. 
 Here come these errant rogues again. 
 Elfrida, dost thou love this gentleman ? 
 What say you now, my gentle Athelwold ? 
 Now, what a robbed and gutted store am I ! 
 The king did take my land, — take you my loss ; 
 Who being amicable with the king, 
 I turn my loss upon his nearest friend. 
 Thus lightly fall heaven*s vengeance on us all. 
 But you do rob me of my daughter now ; 
 Her mother robs me of my will. So I 
 But lose my loss in you, and gain a son. 
 And do not need my will. Nay, blush not so. 
 I saw that blush upon thy mother's cheek 
 Before we wed, and have not seen it since ; 
 So I am even, gaining as I lose. [Exeunt. 
 
40 Elfrida, [act ii. 
 
 SCENE IL— THE PALACE. 
 Enter King Edgar, Athelwold, and Osric. 
 
 King Edgar. 
 And now, my good and noble Athelwold, 
 My passions, curious as chambermaids. 
 Do crowd within the portals of my ear 
 To hear what thou wouldst tell my better part 
 Of our Elfrida, rose of Devonshire. 
 
 Athelwold. 
 My liege, if she were gracious Edgar's queen. 
 My eyes were subject as my spirit is. 
 
 King Edgar. 
 
 Well? 
 
 Athelwold. 
 And, being queen, thy love would make her fair. 
 
 King Edgar. 
 Nay, being fair, my love shall make her queen. 
 
SCENE II.] Elfrida, 41 
 
 Athelwold. 
 All women have some beauty. What of that ? 
 For wives more fair than mothers less are loved, 
 And beauty, pleasing when the world was young, 
 Hath multiplied, repeated, grown to be 
 The cheapest salable commodity, 
 A gaud for rustics to display at fairs, 
 The only curtain which conceals the soul. 
 
 King Edgar. 
 
 My lord, thy tongue's a booby messenger 
 That jigs before thy mind till lazy wit 
 Can dress itself and open up the door. 
 You hint it like a participle, man. 
 Come out. 
 
 Athelwold. 
 
 My lord, you set me to a bitter task 
 When I should one disparage whom Your Grace 
 Hath held in ignorant estimate as worth 
 Your royal favor. 
 
 King Edgar. 
 
 Why, I like not this. 
 4* 
 
42 Elfrida. [act ii. 
 
 Athelwold. 
 Then, — for I love Your Highness, — this fair maid, 
 Which so in courtesy my tongue declares, 
 I would not have her to be England's queen, 
 In such regard I hold Your Majesty, 
 Though I were thereby king of twenty realms 
 As rich in dignity as this I serve. 
 
 King Edgar. 
 Still tonguing it ! What's her defect, my lord? 
 For such there are as call her beautiful. 
 
 Athelwold. 
 No doubt. I grant you, when her face is still. 
 The fervent swain on whom her heart is set 
 Doth call her beautiful. 
 
 King Edgar. 
 
 Pray, who is that ? 
 
 Athelwold. 
 I do not know him. A dishonest lout, 
 A lord of some degree. What is his name? 
 No matter : he's a fool. But when she speaks. 
 Her face doth never know the thing she says 
 
SCENE II.] Elfrida. 43 
 
 And help to tell it ; while her mournful teeth — 
 
 Those time-stained monuments of vanished sweets — 
 
 Do warn the hasty lover to beware. 
 
 And when she sits, in attitude uncouth, 
 
 One leg rides free and swings upon its mate. 
 
 Her harsh, unmaidenly, untuned voice 
 
 Scratches like sand upon the inmost ear. 
 
 She hath no grace nor wantonness in limb, 
 
 Wit in her eye, nor dimple in her cheek ; 
 
 Gloss on her hair, nor meaning in her laugh ; 
 
 Play in her breast, nor cunning in her smile 
 
 King Edgar. 
 Hold, hold, my lord, for I am satisfied. 
 
 Athelwold. 
 Pardon, my liege, but 'neath her frowzy hair 
 And in her bosom are the blemishes 
 Of a she-fiddler or a gipsy camp. 
 
 King Edgar. 
 No more, I beg you. 'Tis enough, enough; 
 Though slow in coming, long shall it remain, 
 And, ten times more, I would not wed her still. 
 No skill could paint her coarse enough for that ; 
 
44 Elfiida. [act ii. 
 
 So rest you from your weary journeying, 
 And I shall meet my council, quitting love 
 Until my stomach's stronger. \_Exit. 
 
 Athelwold. 
 Oh, how my tongue should blister for these lies, 
 My sweet Elfrida, who and heaven forgive ! 
 For she is glorious when she doth speak. 
 Her face insists upon the thing she says. 
 Her voice is soothing, sweet, and musical. 
 She hath soft grace and wantonness of limb, 
 Gloss in her hair, and meaning in her laugh. 
 Beneath her crown of glory, and bound up 
 Within her gracious bosom, are the gems 
 That would enrich a hundred crowned queens. 
 Her heart's the harbor of love's argosies, 
 Where those fair ships may lie, nor be betrayed 
 To restless winds that sweep the outer seas ; 
 There, all unvexed, their golden freight unlade, 
 Till life shall seek its native skies again 
 And warmly motion love to come. Amen ! 
 And that's my rosary, which, backward conned, 
 'Tis said doth call the devil. This, for once. 
 Hath sent him shivering home again to hell. 
 
SCENE III.] Elfrida. 45 
 
 SCENE III.— THE PALACE. 
 
 E7tter King Edgar to a Messenger. 
 
 King Edgar, 
 Be off, indifferent messenger, begone ! 
 Two days have died and rot before your nose, 
 And you can sniff the stink in patience ! Go ! 
 
 Messenger. 
 My noble lord, 'tis true the days are dead, 
 But I have killed them with my busy deeds. 
 I have returned within the hour. I find 
 The message to Your Highness is most true : 
 Lord Athelwold is with Elfrida wed. 
 
 King Edgar. 
 You have my leave to go. 
 Huh! huh! 
 
 ** I would not have her to be England's queen 
 For twenty" — was it twenty? — "realms like this" ! 
 I think he would not : he did speak the truth. 
 O honest Athelwold, to speak the truth ! 
 And men do wed with such a graceless wench, 
 
46" Elfrida. [act ii. 
 
 If they can get *em, and persuade 'em to it. 
 
 Perhaps : I'll go and see — I'll go and see. 
 
 And if! if/ if ! A raging fool am I ! 
 
 ** I would not have her to be England's queen 
 
 For twenty realms like this" ! The very words, 
 
 Abating not a hiss nor syllable. 
 
 \_Exit. 
 
 SCENE IV.— THE PALACE. 
 
 Philip, Sancie, and another Servant. 
 
 Philip. 
 If there be not something gone wrong, with His 
 Majesty off unawares and the wolves all killed, 
 whereby the Welsh have much gain, then I'm no- 
 body. 
 
 Servant. 
 How now, Philip? More wonders to puzzle thy 
 head and frighten the unwary ? 
 
 Sancie. 
 
 There's more things that never happened than 
 what has. 
 
SCENE IV.] Elfrida. 47 
 
 Servant. 
 Why, there lies his proficiency, — in things that 
 
 never came to pass. 
 
 Philip. 
 
 What! (7^7 Sancie.) Get thee gone, slut, to the 
 cookery ! What knowest thou of astrology ? Get 
 thee away, friz-pate, to thy pots and thy pans ! 
 
 Sanoe. 
 Nay, but I'll get me not hence till the humor 
 takes me. Now, mind thee that, thou bald-headed 
 blunder and a scald-bald ! 
 
 Philip. 
 No? Thou wilt not? Then thou shalt stay and 
 cook dinner for those who rise at the judgment. 
 
 Sancie. 
 And I'll not stay at thy bidding. 
 
 Philip. 
 Ay, and right here thou shalt continue. If thou 
 be not ready when the old kings rise who have fasted 
 some hundreds of years, look to thy soul, Sancie, 
 look to thy soul ! Oh, they'll grip thee and bite 
 thee 
 
48 Elfrida. [act ii. 
 
 Sancie. 
 
 Ooh ! oo-o ! 
 
 Servant. 
 
 Out, ye ape, and let shame rub thy heart to a 
 blister ! If thou hadst a hair more on top of thy head 
 and bore thyself with a hair more of propriety, thou 
 wouldst indeed be something. 
 
 Philip. 
 
 And now, if I had a hair more on top of my head 
 and bore myself with a hair more of propriety, what 
 would I be ? 
 
 Servant. 
 
 Then tliou wouldst be a monkey. \^Exit. 
 
 Sancie. 
 Ee-he-he-getts ! that was a good one ! 
 
 Philip. 
 
 Thou tatter-head ! I have said better many's the 
 time. Is it not so ? Come now, Sancie, wouldst thou 
 not like to be a sharp man as I am, to say pinching 
 things and make men stare ? 
 
SCENE IV.] Elfrida^ 49 
 
 Sancie. 
 Lord, I have the ambition, but if I had the ideas ! 
 Now thou didst only jest about the starved kings? 
 
 Philip. 
 Ay. I hope they are well fed where they are, and 
 will not stay to dinner. So fare thee well, Sancie, and 
 keep thy wrath till I turn liar and call thee young and 
 beautiful. \_Exit. 
 
 Sancie (singing). 
 
 Men do roam the world around 
 
 To find a wife whom they can trust ; 
 While maidens wait till they are found, 
 
 And take whoever coaxes most. 
 
 Enter Osric and Edmund. 
 
 S^Exit. 
 
 Edmund. 
 Is this departure of my lord the king 
 Not something hastily concluded on, — 
 A coltish humor spurred beyond its speed, 
 With belly full of undigested grain ? 
 
 Osric. 
 
 'Twas long enough, but most unwisely pondered. 
 
 He hath of late been somewhat 
 
 i c 5 
 
50 Elfrida. [act ii. 
 
 Edmund. 
 
 Not 
 
 OSRIC. 
 
 No, not as one might say, — 
 
 Yet in a sort of melancholy way, 
 
 He hath put on a mask of merriment. 
 
 Which, dropping frequently, and then again 
 
 Put on as in confusion, showed a mind 
 
 That coaxed some vagrant purpose which himself 
 
 Held in disfavor. 
 
 Edmund. 
 
 That I noted not. 
 But in the manner of his going off. 
 Oh, well, he hath not been himself, indeed. 
 This little while Methinks the king is ill. 
 
 OSRIC. 
 
 When he is ill, then is he most himself; 
 Who, being well, doth hospitably lodge 
 A spirit riotous and most perverse. 
 Which having bound his several faculties 
 And freed a chained host of boisterous fiends, 
 They hold a daily revel in his heart. 
 The king is well, which is his sorest ill ; 
 
SCENE IV.] Elfrida. 51 
 
 And he hath gone this day to Devonshire, 
 Bent on the Lord knows what and I may guess. 
 
 Edmund. 
 
 It is not new that you do rate him so, 
 Waiting occasions when his feet slip up 
 To spread his faults upC)n the palace walls 
 And show them like a picture. 
 
 OSRIC. 
 
 Hark you now. 
 For I do know a thing, and it is true : 
 Not long ago was Athelwold dispatched 
 To see old Ordgar's daughter, whom report 
 Did say was lovely as. a summer's dawn, — 
 For Edgar, having given up his crown 
 To Dunstan on the nun's account, did think 
 To choose himself a good and lawful queen, — 
 But Athelwold did cover her with smut 
 And hide her beauty in his heart, his tongue 
 Meanwhile diverting Edgar's mind 
 With most unwholesome conjuring and lies : 
 This I did hear myself, and know it true. 
 Then pops he off and marries her himself. 
 Which, coming to the knowledge of the king, 
 
52 Elfrida. [act ii. 
 
 Engendered purposes presaging ill 
 
 To Athelwold, whom he did truly love. 
 
 Edmund. 
 
 I do not blame the king. 
 
 OSRIC. 
 
 Nor I Lord Athelwold. 'Tis said the girl 
 Might well seduce cold Dunstan from his vows ; 
 And Athelwold is not a chunk of ice, 
 But flesh and nerves and possibilities 
 That loudly claim a hearing in the world. 
 
 Edmund. 
 
 I do not know. 
 
 OSRIC. 
 
 I know. I say Lord Athelwold did well. 
 The king himself could not have bettered it, 
 And he is skilful in the like pursuits. {Exit. 
 
 Edmund. 
 This Osric gossips with a woman's tongue. 
 And man's advantage to acquaint himself. 
 As confident in his conjecturings 
 As one who once hath guessed a hidden truth 
 And thinks himself inspired with prophecy. 
 
 {Exit. 
 
ACT III.] Elf Ada. 53 
 
 ACT III. 
 
 SCENE I.— ATHELWOLD'S CASTLE. 
 
 Enter Athelwold, Egbert, and Roger. 
 
 Egbert. 
 
 My lord, His Gracious Majesty, the king. 
 Hath, by his special favor, singled you 
 So far that in your castle he will bide. 
 
 Athelwold. 
 
 I am much honored by His Majesty. 
 When comes he ? 
 
 Egbert. 
 
 Ere the setting of the sun. 
 If no mishap. 
 
 Athelwold. 
 
 So soon ? Yes, yes, and I am honored much. 
 
 5^ 
 
54 Elfrida. [act hi. 
 
 Egbert. 
 And I am weary, and I fain would rest. 
 
 Athelwold. 
 Yes, Roger, 'tis a royal messenger 
 Who brings us welcome tidings of the king, 
 The odor of a joy not far removed. 
 And thereby hath the honor of a king. 
 
 Egbert. 
 Thanks, Lord Athelwold. \^Exit. 
 
 Athelwold. 
 
 Too well — too well for happiness — I know 
 The frame and constitution of the man. 
 If some delay by storm or flood were had, 
 So that but one poor day might serve my will. 
 This business might be fashioned to my lie. 
 But see those rascal skies, that now deny 
 Their early-morning promises of rain. 
 I know a way, an excellent device ; 
 She will not do it ; I must ask too much. 
 Yet less is ruin. How will Dunstan laugh 
 To see how poorly my allegiance yields ! 
 Oh, cursed charm of beauty ! only that 
 
SCENE I.] Elfrida. 55 
 
 Which is the least and poorest in degree 
 Of all the virtues gives a husband fear. 
 
 Enter Elfrida. 
 
 Elfrida. 
 Why looks my lord so troubled ? 
 
 Athelwold. 
 To-day, my love, the king doth visit us. 
 
 Elfrida. 
 The king ! Fair fall the way before His Grace ! 
 Yet am I with a hundred doubts perplexed 
 How we, who are but subject, may put on 
 A guise that shall delight His Majesty, 
 For he will look at me and haply think 
 That I am fair. What think you, Athelwold, — 
 That he may bend his royal thoughts so far 
 As thinking I am beautiful ? 
 
 Athelwold. 
 Oh, love, that thou shouldst wish him think you so ! 
 
 Elfrida. 
 May be a sigh he is not Athelwold. 
 
56 Elfrida. [act hi. 
 
 Athelwold. 
 Now, as thou lovest me, uproot that wish 
 Ere it doth put another blossom forth. 
 
 Elfrida. 
 What ! shall the oak be jealous of the sun 
 Because the lily in his favor stands ? 
 Or shall the brown earth, like a fool, slight off 
 His warm smiles in the harvest? Oh, my lord ! 
 
 Athelwold. 
 
 Dost thou not love me ? 
 
 Elfrida. 
 More than life I do ; and so this morn, 
 And yesternight, and many times each day. 
 My lips have told you ; and my love doth run 
 Before your questions, saying, "I am here." 
 
 Athelwold. 
 It is no task for love to yield its will. 
 
 Elfrida. 
 How soberly you bear yourself to-day ! 
 Love hath no will, and never yields to will. 
 
SCENE I.] Elfrida. 57 
 
 Athelwold. 
 But love would do as much as love could ask ? 
 
 Elfrida. 
 
 It is not kind that you should question so 
 
 The quality of my obedience, 
 
 Or test my love by half-concealed doubts 
 
 In sombre interrogatories veiled. 
 
 I have not tried to render what is.due, 
 
 Nor estimated what your love is worth, 
 
 But, in exchange, have given all I had, 
 
 And do it willingly, and will do more 
 
 If you will show me how. 
 
 Athelwold. 
 
 It breaks my heart that I must ask so much 
 That seems of demonstration but the proof; 
 Yet, I beseech you, in your coarsest garb 
 And slovenly attire array yourself, 
 And from your meanest servant borrow airs ; 
 Put carmine in your eyes to make them red. 
 And let a smutch of brown defile your ears. 
 Make harsh and rough as sand your heavenly 
 voice 
 
58 Elfrida. [act hi. 
 
 Elfrida. 
 
 My lord, my love, you know not what you ask, 
 But hold me as a woman of the town. 
 I am your wife, and have no charms to sell, 
 For they are yours, not mine, and are secure 
 Though you should throw them back again to me. 
 
 Athelwold. 
 
 I swear I do T3elieve you. Nay, 'twere true 
 And evident without the saying. 
 Doubting, my heart had never found a voice 
 Until it came to say ''Farewell." Oh, sweet 
 And blessed lady, born with that dear gift 
 Of alchemy which turns a leaden grief 
 To purest gold of happiness and trust. 
 This last and only fear 
 
 Elfrida. 
 
 I will not hear you, — will not barter words 
 When you conceive that I am marketed. 
 Oh, I could tear my ears from off my head, 
 And would have done it had I guessed your thought, 
 Rather than hear you question me. 
 
SCENE I.] Elfrida. 59 
 
 Athelwold. 
 I swear again you wrong me and yourself 
 By these misapprehensions. Cease your tears; 
 Believe that I have reasons which the times 
 Forbid my telling even to my soul, 
 Yet draw no tint nor sparkle from your love. 
 Can you believe it ? 
 
 Elfrida. 
 
 'Tis beyond belief, 
 But love must sometimes seek those giddy deeps. 
 You hug an evident delusion, love. 
 Whose name and features sanity would shun. 
 Therefore am I persuaded, Athelwold, 
 That this most witless humor of my lord 
 Will, like all folly, go so far in quest 
 Of some approving reason presently 
 That it shall lose itself and not return. 
 And, meanwhile, with the nicest-ordered care 
 I will array myself in such a guise 
 As may become the wife of Athelwold. 
 
 Athelwold. 
 I do beseech you call it folly, then, 
 Which is, and since the world was made hath been, 
 
6o Elfrida. [act hi. 
 
 The darling price which wisdom pays for love. 
 Do what I ask, and call it what you will. 
 Did ever love refuse so small a thing 
 As that it should secure itself from harm 
 And hide behind a folly? 
 
 Elfrida. 
 Pray give some reason, — one ; and, though it be 
 Too weak, impalpable, to touch the soul. 
 If it but hover near my consciousness 
 I may consent ; but otherwise I know 
 'Tis ruinous jealousy, the sifting dust 
 Of dead and musty love filling your eyes. 
 And with so mean a passion argument 
 Doth but undo itself. 
 
 Athelwold. 
 Oh, Elfrida ! 
 
 Elfrida. 
 You were about to speak ? 
 
 Athelwold. 
 
 The truth is sweet for ever, but a lie 
 
 Is good for one day only. Hear my tale. 
 
 Do you remember when I saw you first ? 
 
SCENE I.] Elfrida. 61 
 
 Elfrida. 
 It has not been so long I could forget. 
 
 Athelwold. 
 To serve the king I came to Devonshire, — 
 That lustful king who from her holy vows 
 At Wilton wrung the pure, devoted nun 
 And made her tears his laughter, mocked her vows, 
 And held her to his pleasure. 
 
 Elfrida. 
 And would she not be queen ? Can there be one 
 Who would so .high a dignity refuse ? 
 
 AXHELWOLb. 
 
 She was the Holy Church's willing bride ; 
 
 Yet had she been as free as once thou wert. 
 
 She would have scorned the doubtful honor down 
 
 Unless her heart had with her head been crowned. 
 
 It was to serve this king I sought you out, 
 
 For he had heard how beautiful thou art, 
 
 And me dispatched to see if this were true. 
 
 Elfrida. 
 
 Is that true ? 
 
62 Elfrida. [act hi. 
 
 Athelwold. 
 
 That thou art beautiful ? 
 
 Elfrida. 
 That he did send you on that mission ? 
 
 Athelwold. 
 'Tis true, my love, and true it is I came. 
 And from that moment could not speak the truth. 
 I did report you all that you are not, 
 Made light of graces that the Graces shame, 
 And with repugnance toward you filled his soul, — 
 If he possess a soul ; but this I doubt. 
 
 Elfrida. 
 And but for this I might have been the queen ? 
 
 Athelwold. 
 But for this fault you had not been my wife. 
 
 Elfrida. 
 False, treacherous scum ! that did deceive the king 
 And steal such honor from your wife's own head ! 
 Time rests his chin upon his scythe and winks 
 To see how short a liar makes his way. 
 
SCENE I.] Elfrida. 63 
 
 Athelwold. 
 Oh, say my love was stronger than the truth, 
 That thou wert cheated into happiness 
 And I have lied my way to heaven. 
 
 Elfrida. 
 That lie hath war and discord made in heaven, 
 And set my faculties at variance. 
 
 Athelwold. > 
 For me repeat the lie and make it truth, 
 And think how often we did envy sleep, — 
 Which is the thief of happy consciousness, — 
 Murmured at brief enforced absences. 
 Quarrelled with time, that dallied by the way, 
 Then say, '' He is more human than I knew." 
 But if you have regrets, they are not vain. 
 Here is my dagger; all my blood's a lie. 
 Your gross unkindness splits my very heart, 
 And this were balm. I do not fear its use. 
 Turn from me with your eyes. I'll try its point. 
 
 Elfrida. 
 And have I come so low as wounding you ? 
 I thank you for that blessed perjury. 
 
64 Elfrida. [act hi. 
 
 Henceforth for you I shall believe all lies, 
 
 And love them, swearing they are more than truth. 
 
 Forgive me, though it strain your heart to do it. 
 
 I am more hateful than you told the king, 
 
 And shall strip off the mask you call so fair 
 
 And let my scullion soul to him appear. 
 
 l^Exit. 
 Enter Roger. 
 
 Athelwold. 
 Is Egbert well bestowed ? 
 
 Roger. 
 
 Comfortably, sir. 
 
 Athelwold. 
 That is a harp, good Roger ? 
 
 Roger. 
 
 It is, sir. 
 
 Athelwold. 
 A single string doth yield no harmony, 
 But, like a life unmated, strikes the soul 
 Of all the listening world and gives no joy. 
 
SCENE I.] Elfrida. 65 
 
 Roger. 
 There is no discord in a single string. 
 
 Athelwold 
 
 No discord, and no harmony ; one tone, — 
 One poor heart- wearying and depressing note. 
 
 Roger. 
 
 Yes. 
 
 Athelwold. 
 
 Good Roger, I am somewhat sad to-day ; 
 
 The king is coming, yet I am not gay. 
 
 I pray you let us have a merry song. 
 
 Which doth dissolve the grasp of hard Despair 
 
 And make him helpless. 
 
 Roger. 
 
 So we shall, my lord. 
 
 SONG. 
 
 The shivering earth was out at play 
 
 With Zephyr's brawling sister, 
 Till late one day, in spangles gay, 
 Jack Frost came down and kissed her. 
 e 6* 
 
66 Elfrida. [act hi. 
 
 How they danced ! 
 Through the meadows how their light feet glanced, 
 
 The earth with jewels strewing. 
 Oh, the virtuous moon shuts both her eyes 
 
 When lovers go a-wooing. 
 
 No more she chased the frightened leaves 
 
 To many a nook and hollow, 
 Nor harshly railed about the eaves. 
 
 To scare the trembling swallow. 
 For they danced, etc. 
 
 The gentle oak, that loved the shrew, 
 
 Sighed for her rude embraces ; 
 But what can jilted lovers do 
 
 When rivals steal their places ? 
 Still they danced, etc. 
 
 Athelwold. 
 Well? 
 
 Roger. 
 That's all. 
 
 Athelwold. 
 
 It is enough. 
 
 Roger. 
 It hath a meaning to it, though, my lord, 
 However rough and tuneless it may be ; 
 
SCENE I.] Elfrida. 6^ 
 
 For never have two lovers blessed the world 
 But that a third hath suffered for their love ; 
 And so my song, and so my moral, ends. 
 
 Athelwold. 
 Good-day, and thanks, good Roger, for your song. 
 
 Roger. 
 
 Oh, that's all right. \_Exit Athelwold. 
 
 Now, here is the prodigious merit of His Lordship, 
 that he sees no wantonness, though the sun shine upon 
 it. But blindness to the excellence of virtue, — oh, 
 that's damnable ! I'll write a book. That must not 
 evaporate, and I'll find an application for it. Now 
 there's Roxie. I have a good eye for' a good thing ; 
 yet these two days she hath been all merriment but 
 when I spoke, and then, — oh, how disdain did pinch 
 her pretty mouth ! 
 
 Enter RoxiE. 
 
 RoxiE. 
 Good-day, Roger; for I see if I be not the better, 
 and speak, thou wouldst never look at me. Explain 
 thyself. Sir Rogue, for a peevish lover. 
 
68 Elfrida, [act hi. 
 
 Roger. 
 Peevish, and not look at you ? No. 
 
 RoxiE. 
 
 I say 'tis true, and worthy of a clown 
 That you deny it. You do know 'tis true. 
 
 Roger. 
 
 Indeed, I know I did not speak with you, 
 For proud Disdain did cover both your ears, 
 And kiss your lips to keep your answer back, 
 When I began to speak. 
 
 RoxiE. 
 
 A jealous babe ! 
 
 Roger. 
 A jealous babe, and jealous of disdain ! 
 
 RoxiE. 
 
 Go away ! 
 
 Roger. 
 
 Away ? 
 
SCENE I.] , Elfrida. 69 
 
 RoxiE. 
 
 Go away ! 
 
 Roger. 
 What trickery hath foolish Cupid played, 
 To tip his arrow with such bitterness ? 
 What's in the wind? 'Tis not thy pretty self — 
 And yet I know not who — to crimp thy brow, 
 And let the pouting imps disfigure you. 
 Now, what's the matter? 
 
 RoxiE. 
 
 Oh, I know not what. 
 Unless it be to have you ask me what, 
 So I may say 'tis nothing. If I frown 
 Or seem obdurate, or if I do weep. 
 Then is it so because I know not why, 
 And weep the more, more wanting an excuse. 
 Then with hard-pressed inquiries flatter me. 
 And apprehensive eyes, and coaxing words. 
 And consolation for imagined woes. 
 
 Roger. 
 Why, on my life, that suits me mightily, 
 For never yet did woman coaxing love 
 
70 Elfrida. [act hi. 
 
 So well as I to wheedle and to tease. 
 Your frown's a white cloud in a summer sky, 
 Your wrath but pleasant singing, and your smile 
 An answer to all reasonable prayers. 
 
 RoxiE. 
 For that I'll tell you something. Hear me now; 
 But if you say, *-I knew it," and you will, — 
 Oh, that's a man, it is, for all the land, 
 To pocket up his thumbs, and say, '^Oh, that? 
 I knew that long ago," when he didn't, — 
 But, if you do, be your own chronicle. 
 
 Roger. 
 
 What is it you will tell me ? 
 
 ROXIE. 
 
 I will not tell you ; you will say you knew it. 
 
 Roger. 
 
 My word I will not. 
 
 RoxiE. 
 
 To-day the king is coming. Stand you there 
 As if he came like sunrise? Cackle, goose. 
 
SCENE II.] Elfrida. 71 
 
 And say you knew it ! I know better, though. 
 Now, Roger, did you? 
 
 Roger. 
 My word, my word ! I've pledged it not to say. 
 
 RoxiE. 
 
 Bear your own candle, then. I'll wed a woman, 
 
 And if she knows, as very like she will. 
 
 She'll be no goose, to mar the telling so. 
 
 {Exit. 
 Roger. 
 
 Marry a woman, hey? I'll do the same. 
 
 She'll change her mind before she does her name. 
 
 SCENE II.— ATHELWOLD'S CASTLE. 
 Elfrida and Roxie. 
 
 RoxiE. 
 Sweet lady-love, be not so silly-slouched. 
 But put these jewels in your precious ears. 
 La ! miserere ! what is that, my pet, 
 That in this white and pinky vestibule 
 
72 Elfrida. [act hi. 
 
 Hath found a lodgment? Oh, you shame your lord. 
 There, now ! But wait. This joy hath kinked your 
 
 head. 
 Now 'tis a porch where king's words may wait. 
 
 Elfrida. 
 To make sweet music to a silly queen 
 Who hath another lover. What was that ? 
 Oh, I'm nobody. Do you love my lord? 
 
 RoxiE. 
 Why, this is madness. 
 
 Elfrida. 
 
 Do you love my lord ? 
 
 RoxiE. 
 As honors me and you, I love him well. 
 
 Elfrida. 
 Then take him. But beware if you do sleep, 
 For I will pin a dagger in your heart. 
 
 RoxiE. 
 Oh, sweetest, dearest ruin of my soul, 
 Where did you get this madness ? 
 
SCENE II.] Elfrida. 73 
 
 Elfrida. 
 Where the pale spheres hang trembling in the heavens, 
 Gasping to feel the immeasurable deeps 
 That struggle mightily to swallow them. 
 But 'tis no madness, for I know my mind 
 And speak in allegories j know a lie, 
 And can decipher truth in riddles hid. 
 You know it is no madness ; 'tis the truth. 
 The daisies grow in spite of serpents' teeth. 
 And never see 'em. Are my jewels gone? 
 I care not j let him see me as I am. 
 
 ROXIE. 
 
 Nay, bathe your face, and do not be a child, 
 Refractory and stubborn ; be a queen, 
 And give this laggard loving king to note 
 What stuff for consorts loyal knights do wear. 
 
 Elfrida. 
 You drive me mad ! My love is steady true ; 
 I would not waver for a million kings. 
 It is a fool who does not go himself. 
 But, Roxie, keep you from Lord Athelwold 
 
 RoxiE. 
 Dear heart, chase these vagaries from your brain, 
 
 D 7 
 
74 Elfrida. [act iil 
 
 And coax them not again. It is a jest, 
 A cruel jest, which heartless fancy plays ; 
 He seeks the weak, the sick, the innocent, 
 And scares them with his mimicry of truth. 
 
 Elfrida. 
 
 Nay, Roxie, I believe thou art a saint. 
 You think me jealous ; I am only ill. 
 And, if I choose it, may I not be ill? 
 But I am better ; leave me to myself. 
 Nay, do not look so frightfully on me. 
 1 am not dangerous ; I know my mind, 
 And here would rest an hour by myself. 
 
 \^Exit Roxie. 
 What's love? A baby.' What is life? To be 
 Mighty and strong, and terrible as death. 
 
 {Sees herself in the fnirror.) 
 Elfrida, thou art beautiful. Farewell ! 
 Thou art not she the sun this morning kissed. 
 I know not who thou art, but feel a spirit 
 That hath Elfrida conquered in my breast. 
 
 lExit. 
 
SCENE III.] Elf ridel. 75 
 
 SCENE III.— ATHELWOLD'S CASTLE. 
 
 Enter King Edgar atid Elfrida. 
 
 King Edgar. 
 Shall we not have some music presently, 
 Which, like a blessed solvent, doth set free 
 The thick and heavy current of the brain ? 
 For love, which reconciles the warring powers, 
 And sets the chained tongue of fancy free. 
 Hath bound my faculties and made me mute 
 In those soft, winsome phrases coveted. 
 It is the grief of kings that they are bounded 
 By such impediments as check their slaves. 
 Who, having needs exceeding common men. 
 And less of time to gain them, throw themselves 
 In ignorance upon a prop too frail. 
 
 Elfrida. 
 You do a little wander in your speech. 
 
 King Edgar. 
 It is because thou art so beautiful. 
 
'j(^ Elfrida. [act hi. 
 
 Elfrida. 
 
 Oh, thanks, my lord ! And do you think me so ? 
 
 King Edgar. 
 My eyes hold constant converse with my soul. 
 And wisdom thrives upon that amity. 
 But wisdom, which hath schooled me in desire, 
 Grows clownish, fickle, and unstably set 
 When I demand how much I dare to hope. 
 
 Elfrida. 
 
 'Tis foolishness in wisdom's garb, my lord. 
 For that would teach thee not to wish, but hope, 
 Nor love thy wish till love begets a fear 
 To risk it in an honorable test. 
 
 King Edgar {aside). 
 The wisdom summoned to persuade me on 
 Should teach her virtue. None so justly whelmed 
 As she who sees the coming of the flood 
 And opens the defences. (71? Elfrida.^ Know you 
 the queen ? 
 
 Elfrida. 
 Heaven rest her well, for she is not, my lord. 
 
SCENE III.] Elfrida, yj 
 
 King Edgar. 
 She is in heaven, my lady, — she's in heaven ; 
 But thou art here to grace and bless the world. 
 
 Sweet be the flowers of Paradise : 
 
 For these our spirits wait ; 
 But dearer to our earth-born eyes 
 
 The rose outside the gate. 
 
 Be thou that lovely rose, which shall adorn 
 The palace of the king. 
 
 Elfrida. 
 
 A jest, my lord. 
 
 King Edgar. 
 Wilt thou not be my love ? 
 
 Elfrida. 
 
 I am a wife. 
 You know you ask impossibilities. 
 
 King Edgar. 
 I am a king, not given to soft speech, 
 Nor versed in ways of wily argument. 
 A child might rest uneasy in these arms, 
 
 7* 
 
yS Elfrida. 
 
 But I can hush with iron lullabies 
 The cooing or the crowing of my foes. 
 
 Elfrida. 
 What does this mean ? 
 
 King Edgar. 
 
 It means no less, nor well could purpose more, 
 Than that I love you. 
 
 Elfrida. 
 
 Have thy thoughts to-day 
 Encompassed Athelwold ? Think you such thoughts 
 Could rest their damning weight upon my soul 
 And not destroy it? 
 
 King Edgar. 
 
 'Twas no ill I spoke. 
 {Aside.^ 
 Oh, what a rash and hasty fool am I ! 
 This I must mend. 
 
 But Dunstan, mark you, I shall close his mouth, 
 For I do love you, and the devil himself 
 Had better have a care. Dunstan I know, 
 But we shall fear not him. 
 
SCENE III.] Elfrida. 79 
 
 Elfrida. 
 
 You love me so ? 
 My lord, I do not love you, — could not do it. ^ 
 I am a wife ; but if these bonds were strong, 
 And traps lie hid within a silken law. 
 That love might never look where wrong is done, 
 And make it worse for me than crowns could mend, 
 Or homage from the princes of the world. 
 So dear desire might well forget itself. 
 And none should ever come to it, — no ! Well, 
 I pray you let me go ; I'm ill. 
 
 King Edgar. 
 
 No, stay. 
 If not the queen, 'tis better than a queen 
 To be a chosen rival, stamping out 
 The haughty glance of royal princesses, 
 And yet a subject greater than a queen. 
 
 Elfrida. 
 Is that your love ? Now dare I trust myself. 
 
 King Edgar. 
 I cannot float upon such subtle waves. 
 
8o Elfrida. [act hi. 
 
 Elfrida. 
 Then sink, thou puppy of a six days' growth ! 
 For I did dream a moment ; now I wake. 
 I cannot trust to know the words I said ; 
 But, if I did not curse you, do I now. 
 I am a woman, Edgar; you're a fool ! \_Exit. 
 
 King Edgar. 
 The wind hath quickly changed from west to north. 
 So let it blow ; 'twill change again as quick 
 When Athelwold tunes up his golden harp. 
 'Twill change again. Yes. 
 (Elfrida passes into an adjoining room and meets Ath- 
 elwold.) 
 
 Athelwold. 
 Whence came you? for I think the king will storm 
 And hold me answerable. Haste you now. 
 And fit you for his eyes. Impatiently 
 He waits your presence with suspicious mind, 
 And holds your last night's illness as a cheat 
 Of my concoction. 
 
 King Edgar. 
 " I would not have her to be England's queen 
 For twenty realms like this." The very words. 
 
SCENE III.] Elfrida. 8 1 
 
 Elfrida. 
 Do not stop me here. 
 
 Athelwold. 
 Nay, scowl not so. Forgive me, dearest love. 
 
 Elfrida. 
 Out on such love ! Sour is born of sweet. 
 Pluck out this splinter from my hand. 
 
 Athelwold. 
 Where is it ? 
 
 Elfrida. 
 Nowhere. 
 
 Athelwold. 
 
 Then your hand is well. 
 
 Elfrida. 
 Because there's no offender. I am well 
 Because I have no love. So get you gone. 
 
 Athelwold. 
 
 You lead yourself, and thereby lose yourself. 
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82 Elfrida, [act hi. 
 
 Elfrida. 
 No one is lost who follows his nose. 
 
 Athelwold. 
 
 Elfrida, these are unbecoming jests. 
 You are a lady, wife of Athelwold, 
 And have no need to play on idle words. 
 
 Elfrida. 
 Oh, I am merry. Let me be a clown. 
 And do not shut the door that shows my mind, 
 For that same door doth open up my heart. 
 I must be clown or devil. Let me play. 
 
 Athelwold. 
 I do not know you. 
 
 Elfrida. 
 
 I know you, my lord,— 
 A merry teasing liar and a fool. 
 Who, for his lady's sake, must daily be 
 Like sinful women, who do never mend. 
 But every day repent, pattern'd on me. 
 
SCENE III.] Elfrida. 83 
 
 King Edgar. 
 '' I would not have her queen for twenty realms." 
 He would not. Oh, he is an honest man 1 
 
 Athelwold. 
 Elfrida, you are not yourself to-day. 
 Put off your beauty as you do yourself ; 
 The king may come this way and see you so. 
 
 Elfrida. 
 Ay, if he follows me. 
 
 Athelwold. 
 
 Follows you ? 
 
 Elfrida. 
 Go not in there. I left the king just now. 
 
 Athelwold. 
 
 Elfrida ! 
 
 Elfrida. 
 Speak louder, Athelwold ; she's far away, 
 And I will go and find her for you. 
 
 {_Exit. 
 
S4 Elfrida. [act hi. 
 
 King Edgar. 
 He calls Elfrida, so her untuned voice, 
 Harsh and unmaidenly, may give reply. 
 I'll send you, Athelwold, into a realm 
 Worth many twenties such as this you serve. 
 
 Athelwold. 
 Betrayed ! Oh, damned and execrable fate, 
 To buy a grave before my time because a rose 
 Doth bloom above it. Shamed and scouted at, 
 Stung, for a penny's worth of love, to death. 
 But I must see the king ; he's waiting now. 
 Have I a dagger? Yes. I'll hold myself 
 All ready to defend my conscience now. 
 Where'er I go I'll take the king along. 
 {Enters to the king.) 
 
 King Edgar. 
 Good-morrow, Athelwold, you merry rogue, 
 That ** would not have her to be England's queen 
 For twenty realms as rich as this you serve." 
 Well done, my lord, well done ! and you may laugh; 
 But had I guessed how well you played the rogue, 
 I could have easily outwitted you. 
 But let it go. It was a kingly trick. 
 
SCENE III.] Elfrida: 85 
 
 And, like a king, I do forgive the jest, 
 
 And give you joy. Here is my hand in peace. 
 
 Athelwold. 
 Do you forgive me ? 
 
 King Edgar. 
 Ay, for the glass which magnifies the offence 
 Is that which doth enlarge her beauty, — love. 
 So neither is as great as you conceive. 
 Thus I have claims on your forgiveness, too. 
 Can you forgive me ? 
 
 Athelwold. 
 With all my heart, and both are satisfied. 
 
 King Edgar. 
 
 Now having thus undone the tangled times, 
 And robbed your heart of needless jealousy, — 
 For I'll be bound you thought I'd love her too, — 
 We turn our minds to pleasure and the woods. 
 A profitable remnant still of time 
 Lies in the rear of our necessity. 
 Which we improve the meanwhile with our spears. 
 The savage boar invites our ardor now, 
 And we will waste to-morrow in his chase. 
 
86 Elfrida. [act hi. 
 
 Athelwold. 
 Your wish is mine. 
 
 King Edgar. 
 
 Farewell, good Athelwold ; 
 To-morrow we will hunt the savage boar. 
 
 {Exit Athelwold. 
 Thou art too honest, gentle Athelwold, 
 To wed with such a sloven. Go to heaven, 
 And find a woman worthy of thy praise. 
 I'll send you there to-morrow, iVthelwold, 
 Or, happily, the other way, curse you ! 
 
ACT IV.] Elfrida. Sy 
 
 ACT IV. 
 
 SCENE I.— A FOREST IN DEVONSHIRE. 
 
 Enter King Edgar, Athelwold, and Durk. 
 
 Athelwold. 
 These tracks are newly stamped ; he is not far. 
 See how this pale arbutus, faint with pain, 
 Lies crushed and rended, wishing it might die. 
 
 King Edgar. 
 Come on, come on ! we hunt the ravenous boar. 
 What matter that the silly blossom aches, 
 Unless we kill the offender? What say you? 
 
 Athelwold. 
 Even now he's ripping up the tender roots 
 Of birches, without license making this 
 His pasture. Or perchance this lady brook 
 Weeps farther on, that she must wash his hulk, 
 While he lies grunting, happy on her breast. 
 
88 Elfrida. [act iv. 
 
 King Edgar {aside). 
 He gives me words, excuses. 
 
 Athelwold. 
 
 Ho ! what's this ? 
 
 DURK. 
 
 Ho-ho, my lord ! Oh, murder ! He-he-he ! 
 
 Athelwold. 
 You untaught lout ! what makes you merry now ? 
 
 DURK. 
 
 Oh, sir, my lord, I cannot choose but laugh. 
 It's ripped. It looks so funny, lying there. 
 
 King Edgar. 
 Why brought you here this laughing fool along ? 
 I am not pleased that this rude servitor 
 Should haunt us. Kick on his giggling shins, 
 And send him cackling off. Stop him, I say ! 
 
 Athelwold. 
 Forgive him, sire, he doth not know a sin. 
 But in my heavier moments pleaseth me. 
 He is no fool, though he doth always laugh. 
 
SCENE I.] Elfrida. 89 
 
 Come, Durk, why laugh you now ? It is a bush 
 That hath been reft by violence. 
 
 Durk. 
 Oh, sir, fun tickles me, whereat my sides 
 And stomach roughly heave to oust the jade, 
 And my poor foolish mouth, which loves the sport, 
 Cries "Ha-ha!" to the merry combatants. 
 Oh, sir, my lord, for God's sake take 'em off. 
 And let 'em fight it out some otherwhere ! 
 Oh, sir, I ache ! 
 
 Athelwold. 
 
 Now up and go, good Durk ; 
 And so I charge you, come not near to-day. 
 
 {Exit Durk. 
 
 King Edgar. 
 Here go his feet, that lead from yonder copse. 
 
 Athelwold. 
 Why, no, my lord, they lead across the brook. 
 
 King Edgar. 
 
 Say you I lie ? Stand back, and lift your point. 
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90 Elfrida. [act iv. 
 
 Athelwold. 
 Tut ! since you say it, he doth backward run. 
 
 King Edgar. 
 Nay, forward. Know I not the hateful track 
 Of that wild boar which devastates my park ? 
 Look you ! I say he came but now this way. 
 
 Athelwold. 
 Those are my feet. Alas ! I see your mind. 
 Then, since I am a boar, to be pursued, 
 Still, like a boar, I'll turn and rend my foe. 
 Though he should be the king. 
 
 King Edgar. 
 Curses and death upon you, lying hound ! 
 They know in hell I'm coming, but not now. 
 For many a day I shall enjoy thy love, 
 Whilst thou art squirming. 
 
 Athelwold. 
 
 Not too sure, my lord, 
 For I have more to live for than yourself. 
 And by so much the better can defend, — 
 As much of hate as thou, and more of skill. 
 
SCENE I.] Elfrida. 9] 
 
 King Edgar. 
 That's the way I hunt the boar. 
 
 Athelwold. 
 
 And so he turns. 
 
 ( They fight. Athelwold falls. ) 
 
 King Edgar. 
 I know you, Athelwold. Beg not of me. 
 
 Athelwold. 
 You never heard me beg. Strike, rascal king, 
 That is his own vile executioner ! 
 Now, since my lady proveth false to me. 
 For me she shall be doubly false to thee. 
 
 King Edgar. 
 He's dead. So let the wild beasts bury him 
 In their sepulchral stomachs. What care I ? 
 
 {Re-enter Durk.) 
 
 Durk. 
 Ha-ha-ha-ha ! upon my soul he's dead, 
 And these are spear-wounds that have injured him. 
 Alas that I should laugh to see him so ! 
 
92 Elfrida. [act iv. 
 
 But he hath curled his lip in such a sort, 
 
 As one who takes a bite of bitter-root, 
 
 Thinking it pleasant myrrh. 
 
 Oh, let me close this eye before I laugh, 
 
 To see it peeping so suspiciously. 
 
 Wow ! didst thou stir? Oh, now I dare to laugh ! 
 
 Oh, my dear master, and thou art not dead ! 
 
 Now let me laugh upon thy dearest neck. 
 
 To see thou art alive. 
 
 Athelwold. 
 
 Nay, let me lie ; 
 You hurt me. 
 
 DURK. 
 
 Please forgive me. 
 
 Athelwold. 
 Run for a litter ; fetch your brothers here. 
 And they shall bear me to your cottage near. 
 
SCENE II.] Elfrida. 93 
 
 SCENE II.— DURK'S HOME. 
 
 Enter Durk and his Mother. Durk laughing. 
 
 Mother. 
 Hush, you fool, and quit your laughing. 
 Why, what a working keg of wine are you 
 To sputter ! 
 
 Durk. 
 Oh, stop me, calk me with a doleful psalm, 
 But one that is not said at funerals. 
 For I have heard the gloomy weepers howl, 
 And seen their tears, for one who is not dead. 
 I've seen a live man's funeral. Oh, he-e ! 
 
 Athelwold {within'). 
 Durk ! 
 
 Mother. 
 
 Lord Athelwold is calling. Come you in. 
 But, Durk, I tell you not to laugh. Now hear. 
 For he is like to die with those deep wounds. 
 Alas ! I have my fears how they were got. 
 Now keep in check, and tell him what he asks. 
 
94 Elfrida. [act iv. 
 
 Enter to Athelwold. 
 
 Athelwold. 
 Whence came you? 
 
 DURK. 
 
 From your funeral. 
 
 Athelwold. 
 
 Alas! 
 I would it had been so. When I am dead 
 Inter me decently ; but let the bones 
 Of him who did usurp my very grave 
 Be honored, and enjoy my musty house. 
 Now tell me how my lady bore herself. 
 
 DuRK. 
 It would have done you good to see her weep. 
 
 Mother. 
 Durk! 
 
 Athelwold. 
 
 She had some tears for me ? And was she sad ? 
 
 Durk. 
 'Twas misery. 
 
SCENE II.] Elfrida. 95 
 
 Mother. 
 
 My lord, I pray you, do not let her mourn. 
 Why, I do ahnost doubt my widowhood. 
 Though I myself his weary hands did fold, 
 And saw him buried, yet if it could be 
 . That he as you 
 
 Athelwold. 
 Hush, hush, good woman, your good man is dead. 
 Weep, if you will, but not for phantom joys. 
 Keep you and all your house my hidden life ; 
 There is a purpose in it. Durk, my boy, 
 How is it I am buried ? 
 
 Durk. 
 
 Oh, my lord. 
 We brought you here as soon as you were hurt. 
 You bade us tell no one, nor did we do it ; 
 But from the castle messengers were sent 
 To find your body. Falling on some bones 
 That looked as they were newly stripped of flesh, 
 They took them to your castle, buried them 
 
 Athelwold. 
 Whose bones were they ? 
 
96 Elfrida, [act iv. 
 
 DURK, 
 
 I do not know, my lord ; some traveller's. 
 We saw him but a day before your hurt. 
 
 Athelwold. 
 Now, Durk,. if I do get my strength again, 
 Or if I do not, keep this in your heart : 
 Go not so often to the castle now. 
 But, on your going, keep yourself awake. 
 
 Durk. 
 I will. 
 
 Athelwold. 
 Now leave me. {^Exeunt. 
 
 Rest, hapless thief, if thou didst envy me 
 The marble splendor of my resting-place. 
 Oh, when these limbs are at their wonted strength, 
 I'll make it good upon his murderous head 
 Who chose the spears, and gave me one whose point 
 Was softest lead, of tempered iron his. 
 Did she connive my death ? It cannot be. 
 And would she wed with Edgar? Ay, she would 
 When one short year of lamentation's done ; 
 But ere that time no Edgar shall there be. 
 I must compose myself to sleep. 
 
SCENE III.] Elfrida. 97 
 
 SCENE III.— ATHELWOLD'S CASTLE. 
 Enter King Edgar and Elfrida. 
 
 King Edgar. 
 Let not these saucy, mud-nest birds of grief 
 Within so fair a temple rear their brood. 
 No angel is more provident than death, 
 Who neither way doth empty-handed fly ; 
 For if he carries joy from earth to heaven, 
 He bears an equal weight from heaven to earth. 
 
 Elfrida. 
 Nay, do not comfort me, but let me weep ; 
 And that the tears more freely still may run, 
 Relate again the manner of his death. 
 
 King Edgar. 
 
 'Tis said that grief can drown itself in tears. 
 
 And my own eyes shall help to swell the stream. 
 
 And bear her dead grief to the eternal seas. 
 
 When we had reached the stream I told you of, 
 
 He saw a little flower the boar had crushed. 
 
 And stopped to pity it. 
 K 5r 9 
 
98 Elfrida. [act iv. 
 
 Elfrida. 
 
 Oh, did he so? 
 
 King Edgar. 
 He did, my lady, and I wept myself 
 To think I e'er had envied such a soul. 
 And there embraced him, saying, '' Athelwold, 
 Thou art more worthy of the sweetest rose 
 That on a mortal stalk did ever grow 
 Than I." 
 
 Elfrida. 
 Oh, thanks, my noble, noble king. 
 That did his last dear moment fill with joy. 
 
 King Edgar. 
 With rash and hardy indignation filled. 
 We did the brute pursue, I smiling oft 
 To see how tenderly he bore himself 
 Toward that poor laughing Durk who followed us. 
 At length, his gentle patience giving way. 
 He somewhat harshly bade the boy depart. 
 Nay, blame him not, though I did chide him then. 
 Scarce had the laughing slave departed, when, 
 With gleaming tusks and horrid frightful eyes. 
 Two boars came snorting from a neighboring copse. 
 
SCENE III.] 
 
 Elfrida. 
 
 
 Elfrida. 
 
 Oh, mercy ! 
 
 
 99 
 
 King Edgar. 
 These charging at his legs tripped up his feet, 
 And down he fell breast foremost on his spear. 
 
 Elfrida. 
 Oh, heaven ! 
 
 King Edgar. 
 Meanwhile my spear did drive the beasts away, 
 That else had torn him with their dreadful teeth. 
 Then decently composing all his limbs. 
 And hearing how the swine were scampering 
 Across and through the forest far away, 
 I left him there, and straightway came for help. 
 The rest you know, — how, ere the day was done. 
 And messengers could bring his body hence, 
 The thieving birds and beasts had stol'n his shape. 
 Leaving his weary bones alone to bring. 
 
 Elfrida. 
 
 Alas! 
 
loo Elfrida, [act iv. 
 
 King Edgar. 
 And why alas, when I do love you so ? 
 
 Elfrida. 
 Your love for me is not my love for him. 
 
 King Edgar. 
 Why, I did love him too, and never more 
 Than on that day his blessed spirit rose. 
 No friend have I, no faithful counsellor. 
 How often I recall that pretty trick 
 By which he thought he had offended me ! 
 In faith he did, but I forgave it him. 
 As I bethought me of your happiness. 
 Alas ! I am no man like Athelwold, 
 But I am king of England, and a man. 
 Canst thou not love me somewhat for his sake ? 
 
 Elfrida. 
 I love the king, as duty doth demand. 
 
 King Edgar. 
 Forget the king; 'tis Edgar claims your love. 
 
 Elfrida. 
 I love the king, not Edgar. 
 
SCENE III] Elfrida. loi 
 
 King Edgar. 
 Let your love hang where it will. 
 Then wed the king, and Edgar's satisfied. 
 
 Elfrida. 
 Nay, leave me with my grief a single year. 
 'Tis not a week since Athelwold was here, 
 And I am in no mood to think of love, 
 For grief is sweeter than your love could be. 
 
 King Edgar. 
 Then let us grieve together; I am sad, 
 For I have lost a brother, you your love. 
 
 Elfrida. 
 I cannot hear you now ; a month, my lord. 
 
 King Edgar. 
 No, not a month, nor yet a weary week. 
 Bury your grief within my heart of grief, 
 And let to-morrow be our wedding-day. 
 
 Elfrida. 
 
 To-morrow ? 
 
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102 Elfrida. [act iv. 
 
 King Edgar. 
 To-morrow, lady, I must seek the court. 
 Wilt thou not hold thyself to go with me ? 
 
 Elfrida. 
 To-morrow, then, since you do will it so. 
 And till to-morrow let me take my leave. 
 
 \_Exit. 
 King Edgar. 
 
 'Tis true, a woman's heart is like the ground, 
 
 That daily blooms with roses neat and trim ; 
 
 Yet when one lord is gone, another found. 
 
 It yields as bounteously and free for him. 
 
 Yes ; now I must remember how he died. 
 
 The boars came out and tripped him; then he fell 
 
 And struck his bosom on his spear. That's it. 
 
 This story gives me infinite relief: 
 
 I was afraid I killed him. That's the way : 
 
 The boars came out and tripped him off his feet, 
 
 And when he fell his bosom struck the spear. 
 
SCENE iv.J Elfrida. 103 
 
 SCENE IV.— THE PALACE. 
 
 Enter Dunstan and Elfrida from opposite sides. 
 
 DUNSTAN. 
 
 Good-morrow, madam. [Exit. 
 
 Enter King Edgar. 
 
 Elfrida. 
 A month, my lord, since I have been your wife, 
 And know not yet if I am queen or not. 
 In all the land are none so low as I. 
 See how your haughty bishop rears himself 
 Above the very front of dignity. 
 And says, "Good-morrow, madam," passing by, 
 Stuffed with such meditations of his might 
 That majesty itself seems mean and small. 
 And so it is. Your nobles plot and fume, 
 To see how tamely royalty doth bend 
 Before this impudent and knavish priest. 
 
 King Edgar. 
 The archbishop of Canterbury. 
 
:o4 Elfiida. [act iv. 
 
 Elfrida. 
 The archbotcher of royalty. My lord, 
 Thou art the grandson of brave Athelstan, 
 He Alfred's son. When still a little child 
 I read the triumphs of these mighty men, 
 The lords of earls who life-long glory won 
 In greedy battle, hungry for the blood 
 Of pagan foemen who for spoils had come. 
 The morning saw five warlike youthful kings : 
 The evening saw them, by your father's sword. 
 In dreamless slumber lying. These were kings ! 
 No tricksy priest dared ride upon the neck 
 Of warriors who could make the field resound, 
 And all the stiff intentions of the foe 
 Dissolve in their own blood. 
 
 King Edgar. 
 
 Semiramis ! 
 Well done, my lady ! Spoken like a queen ! 
 Now let the Danes come on, we'll ride 'em down ! 
 What would you have me be? — and that I'll be. 
 
 Elfrida. 
 What would I have? I'd have you be the king. 
 Promotions, dignities, and worthiness 
 
SCENE IV.] Elfrida. 105 
 
 To scatter or withhold, as pleaseth thee. 
 Be thou the king, and not a cockadoo, 
 That may not crow nor gather up a crumb 
 Unless his crested rival be away. 
 
 King Edgar. 
 You fill me with your own ambitious mind. 
 I know not how to do it. Dunstan holds 
 So strong a grip upon the sounding chords, 
 They make no music when I twang the strings. 
 
 Elfrida. 
 Rap on his knuckles with your sceptre till 
 He gives the harp to you. Thou art the king, 
 He subject ; teach him that, and let him squirm. 
 *' Good-morrow, madam." God defend the king 
 When none do say, " Long live Your Majesty !" 
 
 King Edgar. 
 He hath advantage in this craft. His years 
 Have borne so long the burdens of the state. 
 That I am lost, and cannot find my way. 
 
 Elfrida. 
 No way? No way? I'll set you on the way. 
 Appoint a day when we shall take our crowns. 
 
io6 Elfrida. [act iv. 
 
 Assume the long-forgotten faculties 
 Amidst such show of pageants, carnivals, 
 As shall the world set staring for a year ; 
 Create new dignitaries, banish some, 
 And if sedition lift its dangerous head. 
 Strike off the head as soon as it doth rise. 
 
 King Edgar. 
 Why, what care I for idle festivals? 
 Eight kings once drew my barge upon the Thames, 
 And did me homage. That was Dunstan's care. 
 Yet I did weigh no more on my return. 
 Could eat no more, and drink no fuller draughts, 
 Than if they had but been so many slaves. 
 'Twill all be one a thousand years from now. 
 
 Elfrida. 
 'Twill not be one a thousand years from now. 
 Thus Dunstan feeds you on such juicy meat 
 Before the multitude, yet bids the world 
 Take note you are his lion, toothless, caged, 
 And held to draw him profit. In the books 
 That shall be written when the world is old. 
 One name shall stand for greatness in this day. 
 Shall Dunstan live in books and monuments, 
 Temples and arches, and the songs of maids, — 
 
SCENE IV.] Elfrida. 107 
 
 In memories and blessings, and the pride 
 Which all the world in human triumph holds, 
 While some obscure, neglected line shall say, 
 *' 'Tis said there was a king in Dunstan's day." 
 
 King Edgar. 
 It is traditional among our kin 
 That I was by my good grandmother named. 
 She might have called me Dunstan, might she not ? 
 How then ? And who can tell by what short chance 
 This bishop 'scaped an Edgaring? The books 
 And chronicles, the monuments, what not, — 
 What think you now, Elfrida? Let us say 
 Henceforth in all the tattling registers 
 My name is Dunstan. Are you satisfied ? 
 To save my name from dull obscurity, 
 And keep it pounding at the doors of fame, — 
 Is that respect which my grandmother's gift 
 Doth merit? If it die, 'tis safe enough; 
 But living, what a beggar it may be ! \_Exit. 
 
 Elfrida. 
 So dies my hope that long hath dying been. 
 O heaven, that I did sell my soul so cheap ! 
 This king, in whom such noble blood doth flow. 
 Would not so much as raise his hand to strike 
 
io8 Elfrida. [act iv. 
 
 The hungry swarm that would devour his state ; 
 But if 'twere threatened to assume his meat, 
 Or draw one gulp from out his mighty draughts, 
 He'd murder, kill, and slay, to save his swill. 
 
 Enter Edmund a7id Osric. 
 
 Elfrida. 
 Right welcome, noble gentlemen. 
 
 Edmund. 
 
 Long life befall Your Majesty. 
 
 Osric. 
 And happiness to fill your royal breast, 
 Even as your virtues fill the land with grace. 
 
 Elfrida. 
 My lords, I thank you. You have comforted 
 Full many a time this heavy heart of mine. 
 
 Edmund a7id Osric. 
 'Tis that which honors us. 
 
 Elfrida. 
 You oft have seen, and often did lament 
 The knotted cords which bind our royalty. 
 
SCENE IV.] Elfrida. 109 
 
 If I do put a knife within your hands, 
 
 That gives them severance, would you loose one thong, 
 
 If it engages not a single fear ? 
 
 Both. 
 
 We would, Your Majesty. 
 
 Elfrida. 
 It is not much I ask. To counsel me 
 What strength is with the day dissatisfied ; 
 Who partisans of Dunstan, who of us. 
 And there be many who, a little urged, 
 Would wake if they could know a leader's plume 
 Waited their following. 
 
 OsRic. 
 You honor us. Your Majesty, you do ; 
 And fear not but we shall be circumspect. 
 We take our leave with loyal ardor burning, 
 Our own approval, and Your Grace's earning. 
 
 \^Exeunt. 
 
 Elfrida. 
 To coward fingers I intrust the brand ; 
 
 But, let them drop it where they will, it burns, 
 
 10 
 
no Elfrida. [act iv 
 
 And shall inflame the kingdom, and engulf 
 In waves of fire proud Dunstan and his power. 
 
 Re-e7iter Edmund and Osric. 
 
 Edmund. 
 Where is Her Majesty ? 
 
 Osric. 
 I cannot tell. But now we left her here. 
 
 Edmund. 
 No matter. Thou art spokesman for us both. 
 The slippery, soft, insinuating tongue 
 Is thine, and from the wary earl of Mercia 
 
 Osric. 
 No, thou shalt open first, and I, being near. 
 Will watch thy thought's legs, keeping straight the 
 
 toes 
 Toward our considered and approved purpose. 
 
 Edmund. 
 Nay, Osric, see thou dost proceed in this 
 As something newly thought, a fresh resolve 
 
SCENE IV.] Elfrida. in 
 
 That is not yet resolved, but labors still 
 
 To free itself from many tanglements. 
 
 And while the body of our purposes 
 
 Is through the earl's allegiance panting up, 
 
 I'll say, " Why so I think, my noble earl, 
 
 Since Osric brings it forth. What say you to it?" 
 
 Enter an Officer. 
 
 Officer. 
 I have the bishop's warrant for you both. 
 That with high treason to the king and him 
 Doth charge you, as shall instantly be shown. 
 Edmund of Wilton, Osric, lord of Dale, 
 I here arrest you. 
 
 Edmund. 
 Arrest us ! What's the charge? 
 
 Officer. 
 High treason 'gainst His Majesty the king. 
 
 Osric. 
 The charge is false ! This is a foolish jest. 
 If I have sinned, 'tis as his partisan. 
 
112 Elfrida, [act iv. 
 
 Edmund. 
 Why, what a fright your jest did work in me ! 
 
 Officer. 
 Here is the warrant, here the signature. 
 The ink not dry. I guard you to His Grace. 
 
 SCENE v.— THE PALACE. 
 DuNSTAN, Edmund, Osric, and Attendants. 
 
 DUNSTAN. 
 
 Edmund of Wilton, Osric, lord of Dale, 
 
 High treason stands recorded 'gainst your fame ; 
 
 That each with others acting out the word. 
 
 You have contrived against the peace and weal 
 
 Of Edgar, his archbishop, and the realm. 
 
 In that, by sundry words and promises 
 
 To one Elfrida, queen of England, made. 
 
 You did engage to kill Lord Dunstan, now 
 
 Archbishop of the see of Canterbury. 
 
 And, furthermore, to stir sedition up. 
 
 And turn against the bishop and the king 
 
SCENE v.] Elfrida. 113 
 
 All forces and all strength at your control. 
 How do you answer? 
 
 Edmund. 
 My lord, 'gainst every word which so is charged 
 I back my firm denial, sparing Your Grace. 
 
 DUNSTAN. 
 
 Denial's no defence. 
 
 Edmund. 
 I beg Your Grace, let truth be my defence. 
 
 OSRIC. 
 
 No shape nor shadow like the thing declared, 
 
 Nor anything that malice might construe 
 
 To be so like it, can be chargeable 
 
 Against my fair account. Where we have erred 
 
 It was in honor of His Majesty. 
 
 Against yourself we planned no evil thing 
 
 DUNSTAN. 
 
 We charge you, go not to your last account 
 With that base lie upon your traitor lips. 
 Take them away. At sunrise let them die. 
 
14 Elfrida. [act iv. 
 
 And all conspiring 'gainst the king, or me, 
 In whom the king inseparably is lodged, 
 Take note how hidden things are not concealed. 
 Lead them away. 
 
 OSRIC. 
 
 Hear me again, my lord. 
 
 DUNSTAN. 
 
 No more. \Exeunt. 
 
 This was the greatest danger to my state. 
 And dangerously have I met it, too. 
 Elfrida, I have caged the lioness. 
 
 SCENE VI.— A DUNGEON. 
 
 Edmund and Osric, ajid an Officer without^ on 
 guard. 
 
 Edmund. 
 I watched the bishop's eye, alas ! Well, I shall 
 sleep the better to-night for it, and not toss and sweat, 
 hoping for a pardon. 
 
SCENE VI.] Elfrida. 1 1 5 
 
 OSRIC. 
 
 I pray God I do not dream I am being executed. 
 Let us not sleep. They kill us at sunrise, did he say ? 
 
 Edmund. 
 At sunrise; but 'tis too early. My mind will not 
 come to it till an hour later. Why, look you, I do 
 not know a time I did not wake and stretch my limbs, 
 and sort my dreams from what I did. Woe me! to- 
 morrow, when the air is cold, and I bewildered 'twixt 
 my dreams and fears, shivering, unready, to be hustled 
 off! 
 
 OsRIC. 
 
 To think of marriage-feasts and merriment. 
 And no one grieved because I do not come ! 
 New enterprises that shall set the world 
 In discourse of their wonders, and I dead ! 
 New things, old projects to completeness turned, 
 And none to bring me word, and none to ask: 
 While I, imprisoned, tied against redress, 
 Another boldly to usurp my wife 
 And in the great world's well-approving eye 
 To say of Osric's wife, " She is my own." 
 But no ; she could not do it, yet she would. 
 Such is the manner of the world, alack ! 
 That these adulteries are held no sin, • 
 
1 1 6 Elfrida. [act iv. 
 
 Because, forsooth, there's never fear nor dread 
 That any shall come back and find her false. 
 And this is virtue, this fidelity, 
 If husbands know not of their wives' offence ! 
 
 Edmund. 
 
 Ill must we fare to-morrow : ill indeed, 
 With the dumb spirit mourning o'er the clay. 
 The horrible eyes that look and cannot see, — 
 Oh, save me, Osric, for the love of God ! 
 
 OSRIC. 
 
 Alas, alas ! I know not mine offence. 
 
 'Tis inconsistent as a morning dream. 
 
 Why, what if this were but a frightful dream ? 
 
 For I have been as heavy in my sleep. 
 
 Bound as inextricably, and awoke, 
 
 Or thought I did, if now I am awake, — 
 
 If ever I have been awake, — Edmund ! 
 
 Edmund. 
 What's this? 'Tis more unlikely than a dream. 
 Now I will nip you ; feel you that, my lord ? 
 Good faith, good Osric, when I wake again 
 
SCENE VI.] Elfrida. wj 
 
 I'll ask you how you slept, and tell my fright. 
 " If ever I have been awake 1" 
 Why, so the dream goes on, to-morrow comes, 
 Chops me my head off, which they toss about ; 
 Then down I lie, and dream it on again. 
 So has it been with legs, why not with heads? 
 When I awake I'll find myself in bed, 
 Spreading my arms, and reaching at the air. 
 
 Or under it, perchance 
 
 How thick my brain ! 
 I would the dream were over, if I dream ! 
 
 Officer. 
 We contradict oblivion at our birth, 
 And through a span of incongruities 
 Piece out a congruous day ; and then comes death. 
 The flat and final contradiction 
 Of this loud assertive life. Pass on, swift hours, 
 While laughter, which doth serve persistent hope, 
 Stands arguing with despair when hope is gone. 
 Poor fools ! I grudge ye not your merriment. 
 
 Edmund. 
 There is a heaviness upon my eyes, 
 As if they sulked to see the blessed sun. 
 
ii8 Elfrida. [act iv. 
 
 OSRIC. 
 
 What? {Sleeps.) 
 
 Edmund. 
 She gave to-morrow ho ! {Sleeps. ) 
 
 SCENE VII.— THE PALACE. 
 King Edgar attd Elfrida. 
 
 Elfrida. 
 
 My lord 
 
 King Edgar. 
 Nay, do not speak to me. I know thy thought. 
 
 Elfrida. 
 I will, I must speak out with all my strength. 
 If thou didst ever love me, or do now, 
 Let not this shame to me, this wrong to those 
 Who were my coaxed adherents, so be done. 
 They are as guiltless of another fault 
 As one unborn, but that I did engage 
 
SCENE VII.] Elfrida. 119 
 
 For you and in the welfare of us all, 
 
 That they should counsel me who were my friends, 
 
 And who my foes. 
 
 King Edgar. 
 
 Away, thou meddling she ! 
 
 Elfrida. 
 And doth Elfrida's friendship merit death ? 
 Oh, foul, besotted beast ! that lets this shame 
 Attend thy queen. I am a stagnant pool, 
 Breathing a noxious, fetid vapor forth, 
 Stared at and pointed out by travellers, 
 Who on the distant heights do hold the nose ! 
 
 King Edgar. 
 
 Be what thou wilt, my lady. Clothe thy name 
 In such comparisons as pleaseth thee. 
 
 Elfrida. 
 Oh, I, that might have been the very fount 
 Of benefits, am sealed and stocked with toads, 
 Green slimy frogs, foul things, and poisonous weeds. 
 Dead things do rot upon me, and a wreck 
 That once with white sails did convey my hope ! 
 
I20 Elfrida. [act iv. 
 
 King Edgar. 
 'Tis not a pleasing picture; no, 'tis not. 
 
 Elfrida. 
 Thy slavish, brutish self hath made it true. 
 No man shall ever look on me again 
 But in contempt and loathing. None shall dare 
 To better my estate, but he must die. 
 Oh, Edgar, canst thou see me brought so low, 
 And think I am thy true and chosen queen ? 
 
 King Edgar. 
 None but thyself should use such words of thee. 
 If that be comfort, take it to thy heart. 
 
 Elfrida. 
 None but myself may show my portrait up, 
 Yet Dunstan may two adherents kill 
 For naught but that they were my partisans. 
 
 King Edgar. 
 
 Be still. While Dunstan lets me have my way, 
 I yours, there's naught but folly left to say. 
 
SCENE VII.] Elfrida. 12 1 
 
 Elfrida. 
 So Dunstan lets you ! Now thou slave, farewell. 
 A lion caged to-day I said thou art, — 
 A swine art thou that wallows in the mire, 
 Grunting his thanks to Dunstan for his life. 
 
 II 
 
122 Elfrida. [act v- 
 
 ACT V. 
 
 SCENE I.— THE PALACE. 
 
 Athelwold, disguised as Kenneth. 
 
 Athelwold. 
 How weak and pale from wounds and grief I am ! 
 There was an Athelwold that paced these halls, 
 And found no griefs in all his bounded life 
 Save those he conjured from their dark abode. 
 He was an Athelwold who well devised 
 Full many a cunning plan to check the ills 
 Of others sorrowing. Now walks he here 
 Beside his uninvited miseries, 
 And all his " this, or haply that I'd do, 
 If so it be that this should come to him," 
 Serves every purpose but accomplishment. 
 Now, if she had not wedded with the king ! 
 But 'tis my triumph to have brought her low 
 In these disguises. Kenneth she doth love, 
 
SCENE I.] Elfrida. 123 
 
 But she would give her soul if Athehvold 
 Might never know of it. Ha, ha ! 
 
 Enter Elfrida. 
 Elfrida. 
 May I not join your laughter ? 
 Athelwold. 
 
 My lord, 
 
 No, my love. 
 For 'tis the saddest thing in all the world 
 Provokes my mirth. 
 
 Elfrida. 
 
 How strange that this can be ! 
 
 Athelwold. 
 The tailor laughs to see a tattered coat, 
 The seller's gain feeds on the buyer's loss. 
 The starling's sorrow is the eagle's mirth, 
 And death begets all heirs. The joy of one 
 Is ever planted in his fellow's grief, 
 And thus the saddest thing in all the world 
 Provokes the gayest laughter. Thou wouldst weep 
 
124 Elfrida. [act v. 
 
 To know my merriment ; so ask me not. 
 Shall I not take my leave ? 
 
 Elfrida. 
 
 Your leave, my lord ? 
 
 Athelwold. 
 Farewell, Elfrida. 
 
 Elfrida. 
 
 Canst thou say farewell, 
 When that farewell doth make me fare so ill ? 
 Oh, Kenneth, there is benediction hid 
 In every word of thine, save only that 
 Which most should carry it. 
 
 Athelwold. 
 
 You love the king. 
 
 Elfrida. 
 
 I hate him, for he loves me like a beast. 
 And from my arms I long have banished him. 
 
 Athelwold. 
 Since thou art faithless to thy chosen liege, 
 So thou wilt be to me. Elfrida, hark : 
 
SCENE I.] Elfrida. 125 
 
 This is not lover's language. Look not so. 
 Thou hadst a husband once whom thou didst love ; 
 What was his name ? 
 
 Elfrida. 
 I dare not speak his name. 
 
 Athelwold. 
 Then let it be unspoken. He is dead. 
 Is it not true, my lady, he is dead ? 
 
 Elfrida. 
 Oh, Kenneth, thou dost break a bruised reed. 
 His name was Athelwold, and he is dead. 
 
 Athelwold. 
 True, Athelwold is dead. Now let us say 
 That he doth linger still among the quick. 
 Once thou didst measure all thy life by him. 
 And queried if a ribbon or a gem 
 Would please him better worn this way or that ; 
 And shame had made his bed upon thy cheek. 
 And forced hot tear-drops from thy sleepless eyes. 
 If he had known thee listless in the care 
 Of so slight fancies. Now we'll say he lives, 
 
126 Elfrida. [act v. 
 
 And thou art measured still by his regard, 
 How wouldst thou stand in thine own estimate 
 If he could see thee as thou art this day ? 
 
 Elfrida. 
 Oh, would that I were buried and at peace ! 
 Eternal silence should lie down with me, 
 And none interrogate, with hope to gain 
 A shameful answer from my stubborn lips. 
 
 Athelwold. 
 So thou dost see thyself through Athelwold, 
 And as thou seest thyself my fears do show. 
 But I can love thee anywhere but here, 
 Where, scorched with jealousy, my heart burns up. 
 And turns to bitterness. Then fly with me. 
 If thou dost love me, let the booming waves 
 Beat as they may, we'll stand the rudest shocks. 
 
 Elfrida. 
 Thou seest I am weeping. Speak for me. 
 
 Athelwold. 
 Elfrida, words are made of idle air. 
 The wind that fills a sail bulged toward a port 
 
SCENE I.] Elfrida. 127 
 
 Inviting thrift and courage, tells a tale 
 
 That hissing, sputtering words could never speak. 
 
 E^iter Philip, who passes. 
 
 Philip. 
 If there be no roguery in this, then is the truth a 
 fable, and wisdom a trap into which many fall. But 
 the king doth not know of it, so he is content ; and I 
 know of it, but 'tis naught to me, and they know it 
 who are most delighted. Egad, I know not who are 
 happiest, those who know or those who are in igno- 
 rance. I have seen the same with them ere this day. 
 But 'tis none of my jubilee, and I'm off. \_Exit. 
 
 Athelwold. 
 
 Elfrida, do not go. He's but a clown. 
 
 l^Exit Elfrida. 
 
 My love makes peace between contempt and love ; 
 
 If I shall kill them, or she flies with me, 
 
 I care not which. Nay, I shall kill the king, 
 
 And spare her for rehearsal of my wrongs. 
 
 No flattery is more soothing than the tears 
 
 Of one who hath inflicted hopeless grief. 
 
 \^Exit. 
 
128 Elfrida. [act v. 
 
 Philip and Sancie below. Elfrida passes, 
 
 Sancie. 
 Lord, did you see Her Majesty's face when she 
 passed that door ? The devil hath strangled her good 
 angel, and I know it. 
 
 Philip. 
 Woman, for a woman who knows nothing, you know 
 
 too much. 
 
 Sancie. 
 
 Lord, Philip, you're too much for me; but if I 
 know nothing, how can I know too much ? 
 
 Philip. 
 You know all that you never learned. That's every- 
 .thing, and too much for anybody to know. 
 
 Sancie. 
 Ee-he ! you're too much forme. But the devil hath 
 gibbered at her pillow, poor soul ! \_Exeuiit, 
 
SCENE II.] Elfnda. 129 
 
 SCENE II.— THE PALACE. 
 
 RoxiE a?id Philip. 
 
 RoxiE. 
 Philip, thou art indeed a noble youth, 
 Valiant as strong, and strong as Hercules. 
 I never knew how well the lion hid 
 Beneath that outward gentle coat of thine 
 Till your own lips did mind me of his lair. 
 
 Philip. 
 Oh, say you so, and think it as you say? 
 
 RoxiE. 
 Nay, sniffle not ; be brave when ladies' praise 
 Comes floating daintily on perfumed breath, 
 As when the hurricane of peril yells 
 Rough but dear music in thy fearless ear. 
 
 Philip. 
 Well, so I am a trifle boldly made, 
 Heroically built, egad, and tall ; 
 
ijo Elfrida. [act v. 
 
 But not too tall ; oh, no ; enough. 
 
 Ah, Roxie, things must come when I go for *em. 
 
 But no philosopher ; oh, no ; no sage. 
 
 But witty? Gad ! Roxie, my humor's off, 
 
 But you have heard me when my tongue is loose. 
 
 And it is scissors. These adapted things, 
 
 Which seem as they were studied in the night 
 
 Roxie. 
 Yes, now, Philip, that's a good fellow. 
 
 Philip. 
 With beetles, bats, and stinging things to teach 
 
 Roxie. 
 Yes, now, Philip 
 
 Philip. 
 Nay, let me finish up. 
 They come while yet premeditation sits 
 In desperation, looking for his wits. 
 And there it goes again, as easily 
 As one can stretch his mouth and say " Heigho !" 
 It was my mother's gift. 
 
SCENE II.] Elfrida. 13 1 
 
 RoxiE. 
 
 Oh, blessed soul, 
 That had so kind and lovable a son ! 
 Now, Philip, I have left my harp long stand 
 Upon the stairway, sadly out of tune ; 
 I pray you fetch it down again to me. 
 
 {Exit Philip. 
 This praise would pay his charges to the moon. 
 Oh, I can spend a minute merrily 
 To hear him tell what kind of man he is, — 
 But not two minutes. 'Tis to-day his wit. 
 To-morrow valor and a bloody soul ; 
 The next day tenderness, humility. 
 Or haply wrath, or haply anything 
 As he may see a pattern pleasing him, 
 Which his miscomprehension may impair. 
 
 Re-enter Philip. 
 Thanks, Philip; you're an angel. 
 
 Philip. 
 
 Ah, no indeed, you do not know me yet ; 
 Too much of Adam 
 
132 Elfrida. [act v. 
 
 RoxiE. 
 Oh, I see, I see. 
 No angel, but a man of heavier grain. 
 
 Philip. 
 That's it. 
 
 ROXIE. 
 
 But too much given, I think, to idle boasts 
 That do not take their warrant from your deeds. 
 
 Philip. 
 Eh ! Gad, not a bit of it ! 
 
 ROXIE. 
 
 Philip, I fear it is more truth than none. 
 
 Philip. 
 Why, hear you, Roxie. Though I seem to boast, 
 I do not tell the half that I have done. 
 If one should say, I passed me through the hall, 
 Met no one, and did seat me on a chair, 
 Said nothing, and did make no person stare, 
 This in another man would be no boast. 
 Whose word bears just proportion to his deed. 
 
SCENE II.] Elfrida. 133 
 
 ROXIE. 
 
 Oh, Philip, thou art incorrigible. 
 
 Philip. 
 And invincible. Now hear you 
 
 RoxiE. 
 Nay, call it so. I know not what you'd say. 
 But rather far than hear the thing declared, 
 I will admit it. Where's Lord Kenneth now? 
 
 Philip. 
 Consorting with the queen, I'll wager heads. 
 That goes without the saying. Find the queen- 
 
 RoxiE. 
 You wrong Her Majesty, you know you do. 
 She is the sweetest soul that draws a breath ; 
 And though in me, or any less than she. 
 This friendship for my lord were indiscreet 
 
 Philip. 
 Indiscreet ! Yes, that is a good word. One may 
 say that before ladies, and it means the same as the 
 other. Here comes Her Majesty. 
 
1 34 Elfrida. [act v. 
 
 Enter Elfrida. 
 
 Elfrida. 
 Philip, I give you leave to go. \^Exit Philip. 
 
 Why keep you this ill-mannered clown about, 
 Who smirks and looks askance, then drops his eyes, 
 Then lifts them up to hunt for comets' tails, 
 As if he were the fount, the rill, the river, 
 And the huge sea in which all knowledge flows? 
 
 RoxiE. 
 It is a trick he hath of late assumed, 
 But who did teach it him is past my wit. 
 
 Elfrida. 
 What said he on my coming ? 
 
 ROXIE. 
 
 " Here comes Her Majesty." 
 
 Elfrida. 
 Before that did he say nothing ? 
 
 RoxiE. 
 Why, I did twit him on his boasting some. 
 And buoy him up with open flatteries. 
 
SCENE II.] Elfrida. 135 
 
 Elfrida. 
 He lies, I say ! Have you not heard him lie ? 
 
 Oh, dear, yes. 
 
 RoxiE. 
 
 Elfrida. 
 
 And if he wags that idle tongue of his 
 To my disparagement, God rest his soul ! 
 I'll send it to him. Said he aught of me? 
 
 RoxiE. 
 He would not come to me to sell his smut. 
 
 Elfrida. 
 
 Nor nowhere. Roxie, I am very sad. 
 
 Pray leave me here alone. Forgive me, though : 
 
 If I could rule the chances of this world, 
 
 You would have been my mother's blessed child. 
 
 Thou art to Roger what I once have been 
 
 Unto another. Searching all the world, 
 
 Was none so happy, innocent as I, 
 
 Until — no matter. 
 
1 36 Elfrida. [act v. 
 
 RoxiE. 
 Oh, my sweet sister, since you wish me so, 
 May I not help you through this wilderness. 
 Where much I fear your feet are tangled up 
 'Mongst intricate and tortuous ways? 
 
 Elfrida. 
 No, leave me. {Exit Roxie. 
 
 If he doth tell the little he did see, 
 And image his surmises to the king, 
 I will not see Lord Kenneth more alone. 
 Though he should coax and tease as lover-like 
 As — Kenneth. Is it sin I love him so ? 
 Then God forgive me, trampling on his gift ! 
 Roxie ! 
 
 Enter Athelwold, disguised as Kenneth. 
 
 Oh, Kenneth^ leave me ! 
 
 Athelwold. 
 No, love, I will not leave you in this world. 
 When mutual vows and holy promises 
 Do for a fuller consummation wait 
 Upon the benediction of the Powers, 
 That graciously did witness what was vowed. 
 
SCENE II,] Elfrida. 137 
 
 The year may skimp four seasons to a day, 
 For heedless love doth scorn the calendar. 
 But when 'tis irritated, goaded, plagued. 
 Scotched with the lash of such a rivalry. 
 It will not wait even on necessity. 
 
 Elfrida. 
 I do implore you, leave me to myself. 
 
 Athelwold. 
 I am yourself, and you are none but me. 
 I know a haven in a port remote 
 Where love may fold its wings and sing all day, 
 And none would guess those wings had ever fanned 
 The hot exhalements from the devil's face. 
 
 Elfrida. 
 Oh, treason, Kenneth ! pray you say no more. 
 
 Athelwold. 
 
 I cannot choose my words ; they fall like rain. 
 
 But of this habit, which conceals me now, 
 
 I shall divest my coward self, and stand 
 
 Within the hour the person that I am, 
 
 I have a history. It pleaseth me 
 
 To show what knocks and bruises scar my soul, 
 12* 
 
138 Elfrida. [act v. 
 
 Got on this bouncing, jolting course of life. 
 Come with me on this little portico. 
 
 Elfrida. 
 Oh, Kenneth ! 
 
 Athelwold. 
 What is it ? 
 
 Elfrida. 
 
 I fear the night. 
 
 Athelwold. 
 The night hath fled before these lights, as fly 
 Unhallowed spirits at the name of Christ. 
 
 Elfrida. 
 But this forbidden concord of our hearts 
 
 Athelwold. 
 And who forbids ? 
 
 Elfrida. 
 The king, the law, high heaven, and the world. 
 
SCENE II.] Elfrida, 139 
 
 Athelwold. 
 And who invites ? 
 
 Elfrida. 
 
 Thou, Kenneth, who art more than king and law, 
 Dearer than heaven. 
 
 Athelwold. 
 
 How still the air ! How silently the Night 
 Holds its mistrusted rein, while jealous Day 
 Guards with a thousand eyes the quiet earth. 
 O'er which the ominous queen is brooding ! 
 See how the moon comes up with modest blush, 
 As when she bent to print upon the cheek 
 Of the fair shepherd her first amorous kiss. 
 Yet comes so royally that baffled Night 
 Hides in the deep recess of wood and glen. 
 The drowsy flowers half ope their dewy eyes. 
 And, wondering if 'tis day, fall back again. 
 To dream of dalliance with the butterflies. 
 Knowest thou this hand ? 
 
 Elfrida. 
 Why, Kenneth ! 
 
I40 Elfrida. [act v. 
 
 Athelwold. 
 What now? 
 
 Elfrida. 
 Why, I do know this hand ; indeed I do. 
 
 Athelwold. 
 I tell thee, love, it is not safe, not safe. 
 The king, methinks, hath nearly winded us. 
 To-night, into this distant haven borne. 
 Our love must find a refuge. 'Tis not safe. 
 
 Elfrida. 
 Oh, Kenneth, love, I dare not thus desert. 
 The realm would heave and shake in every part, 
 And cast us back upon that purple wrath, 
 Which fears not God nor pities any man. 
 I beg, I do implore you, leave me now. 
 
 Athelwold. 
 You never loved me. 
 
 Elfrida. 
 Now hear if I do not. Depart at once. 
 Put off these garments that now cover you, 
 
 And in another guise return again. 
 
SCENE II.] Elfrida. 141 
 
 Athelwold. 
 Why, so I shall ; and thou shalt see the garb 
 And strange concealments to deceive the court. 
 Into this chamber I shall now depart, 
 And presently return. Prepare your soul, 
 For I shall fright you when I come again. 
 
 \_Exit Kenneth, who immediately 7'etiir7is as 
 Athelwold. 
 
 Elfrida. 
 Oh, God ! 
 
 Athelwold. 
 Hush ! 
 
 Elfrida. 
 Oh, do not touch me ! Athelwold ! Help ! help ! 
 
 Athelwold. 
 No, calm your spirit, for I am no ghost, 
 But he whom you thought Kenneth even now. 
 See how my hands are tangible and warm. 
 
 Elfrida. 
 
 Nay, it is Athelwold that's dead, interred, 
 Wandering to right some wrong that hath been done. 
 
142 Elfrida. [act v 
 
 Athelwold. 
 
 I say 'tis Kenneth; Athelwold is dead, 
 For Edgar killed him when he took his love. 
 But Edgar's spear, less cruel than thou art. 
 Did make a wound too fleeting'for his care. 
 Yes, Athelwold is dead, his heart is dead. 
 But 'twas inconstancy that gave the blow. 
 
 Elfrida. 
 
 Oh, be thou ghost or living, Athelwold, 
 If thou hast power to avenge thy wrongs, 
 Wreak out thy bloody vengeance and depart. 
 Leaving no index to my book of shame. 
 Eternal hell should compensate this crime. 
 And leave my name unscathed by envious time. 
 
 Athelwold. 
 
 I am no ghost, but I am Athelwold, 
 A frame inanimate, borne by a dream 
 Amidst the vaporing splendors of the world 
 To seek its errant soul. I found it here. 
 
 Enter King Edgar, 
 
SCENE II.] Elfrida, 143 
 
 King Edgar. 
 I'll send that soul to heaven presently. 
 Elfrida, get you gone, false brimming queen, 
 Who turns the palace to a bordel-house, 
 And wanders browsing through the shameless night 
 With every prowling beast that bellows love ! 
 
 Elfrida. 
 Oh, my liege 
 
 King Edgar. 
 
 Out, spunky queen ! 
 
 \_Exit Elfrida. 
 
 Now, thou that searchest for thy errant soul 
 
 Oh, gracious God ! 
 
 Athelwold. 
 Ay, Edgar, thou hast need to call on God, 
 For thou this night shalt see him. 
 
 King Edgar. 
 
 What art thou ? 
 
 Athelwold. 
 A man, my lord ; my name is Athelwold. 
 
144 Elfrida. [act v. 
 
 King Edgar. 
 Why, I did kill thee, and thy flesh was torn 
 From off thy supple limbs by birds and beasts, 
 And thy still bones were decently interred. 
 
 Athelwold. 
 Ay, thou didst kill me, Edgar; true, 'tis true. 
 And now that boon shall I perform for you. 
 
 [Edgar retreats slotaly backward. Athelwold 
 folloivs. Edgar stops. 
 
 King Edgar. 
 Now, spirit, this unseemly chase is spent, 
 And I, who did destroy thy mortal part, 
 Here challenge thy perpetual soul, the league, 
 Confederated fiends in thy behalf. 
 And all the agencies of fiery hell. 
 This all unequal contest I assume ; 
 But when my spirit is as free as thine. 
 Hate to thy hate, down-tumbling through the gulf, 
 Clutching and clawing, we shall have it out. 
 
 Athelwold. 
 This sword is steel, and not a shadowy blade; 
 This arm is flesh, and not a fleeting shade. 
 
SCENE II.] Elfrida. 145 
 
 King Edgar. 
 Thou lying vapor ! 
 
 Athelwold. 
 
 Down, down, thou murderous hulk ! 
 ( They fight. Both fall. ) 
 I, that was Kenneth, now am Athelwold, 
 But shall be neither ere the moment pass. 
 It was a mortal wound thou gavest me. 
 And mortally have I avenged the blow. {Dies.) 
 
 King Edgar. 
 
 Wait, coward Athelwold, till I can die ; 
 But thou shalt not escape, fly as thou wilt. 
 
 {Dies.) 
 Re-enter Elfrida. 
 
 Er,FRlDA. 
 
 Oh, Athelwold, my love, my love, come back ! 
 I will not let thee die ! One other word. 
 To say I did not seek thy life, my love. 
 
146 Elfrida. [act v. 
 
 Nor wrong thee wittingly. Foul, foul and false 
 Hath mad ambition made me, and my prayer 
 Comes echoing back from the shut gates of heaven, 
 And all is over save my tears and shame. 
 
 THE END. 
 

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