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The Beauty Stone · The Beauty Stone

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  The Beauty Stone Act one seen one the home of Simon lemv the Weaver,
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  a somber, wretched looking dwelling. At the back is a window opening giving
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  a view of a narrow alley leading to the market place, and on the
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  left of the window is the street door. On the right of the room
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  there is a flight of steep steps leading to the entrance to a loft,
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  and below the steps stands the weaver's loom. On the left of the room
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  is the hearth. Below the hearth is a poor shrine containing an image of
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  the Virgin, and below that a door admitting to a bed chamber. In
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  the center standa table and chair, and on each side of the hearth is
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  the stool. There is sunshine without and a narrow shaft of light streams through
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  a little window, which is seen in the roof of the loft. Simon
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  le Maal is at his loom. Joan is making a fire with sticks.
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  They are a feeble, pre maturely aged pair, ragged, poverty stricken,
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  bent with toil. Click clack, click clack. Forever the shuttle flies here
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  in the gloom. From out the loom. It groans and rattles and cries
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  Oh, would that the day were ended. When the end of the daylight
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  dies click clack, click clack, forever the shuttle flies wife, Where is
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  lane gone? By? Bread and draw water? Click clack, click clack.
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  The night and day are one. The moon may sleep on castle keep,
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  but our travel outstays the sun. Yea. When daylight is ended,
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  our day's only begun. Click clack, click clack. The night and day
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  are one. Across the narrow street, the crooked shadows meet, and the
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  sound of falling echoes faintly and grows dumb, and the moonbeams creep and crawl
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  down each gable to the wall. Ah, good night, but end at
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  all? We would pray that night will come. Why dost thou send Lane
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  abroad at such a time? Gramercy, have I done? Ill? The
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  town is aflame with preparation for the show of beauty that is to be held
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  in the market place an hour beyond noon, beauty a murine upon beauty,
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  Say I nay. If we curse everything we lack, thy shuttle will cease
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  to fly. In my sticks to crackle. Aye, But it is harder
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  upon our child than upon us who are waxing old. And today there is
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  like to be mockery in the streets, and bitter jesting at the sight of
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  a maid so uncomely as, and a cripple into the bargain Joan, putting
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  on her hood, Holy Saints Protector, I will go forth. From the
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  distance. Come the sounds of uproar and mocking laughter. Hark Joan, looking
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  out of the window. A crowd of idle lads and girls. They come
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  nearer to Jeer at thee and me I trow Simon fetching his staff, my
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  staff. Let it rest. We are well used to being flouted at for
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  the most toil bent and broken couple in Merlamont. Simon at the window.
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  See they are making fine sport of something in their midst. That impish dwarf
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  Peppin is one of them, and that's good for naught. Jacqueline, there's
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  mischief where she is. Somebody has stumbled fallen a girl. They raise her.
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  Hurry her hither, Joan, with a cry. It is Lane.
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  Lane is seen to pass the window, accompanied by Jacqueline. Joan opens the
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  door, and Lane stumbles in carrying a broken pitcher. Lane is a poorly
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  clad slip of a girl with a little wan pinched face, framed in a
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  tightly fitting cap. One of her shoulders is hunched, and she hobbles with
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  the aid of a crutch. Simon and Joan beare her tenderly to a seat.
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  As a mob of lads and girls in holiday attire appear in the alley.
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  A few follow Jacqueline into the room, others thrust their heads in at
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  the window. A youth commences to ply Simon's loom vigorously, while Peppin,
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  a hideous, big headed dwarf, swarms up the steps leading to the loft
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  and sits there surveying the scene. Jacqueline, a ragged young woman with a
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  tousled head and bright, mischievous eyes, does her best to keep the crowd
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  at bay. Hobble, hobble. Now we've caught her stuggling homeward like a
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  rat, limping lane. The weaver's daughter by Saint Joseph. Look at that,
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  ay tis Lane, our crippled daughter, by Saint Joseph. Look at
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  that saints above us, What a couple sooth. He's fashioned like a sickle.
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  All his back is bent and double, and his legs are not a
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  pair low. Her skin is made of leather, that is so too long
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  in pickle, and her eyes are hung with cobwebs. See there's mildew in
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  her hair. Holy Mother, have a care. That's her father, and
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  the other that's her mother. What a pair, Holy Mother, would ye
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  dare? Nay, sir, we spare your cudgel. And when next your
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  crooked daughter limps and hobbles, or the cowles, with her body turned askew
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  patch and then her air, you send her to the gossips well for water.
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  Lest we take her crutch and rend her. Holy Mother, what a
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  crew carrying kites? What would ye do? Wretches fiends? Look, they
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  have made me break the picture. Greed not for that? Thy mother?
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  Has these safe out of my house? All of ye to Jacqueline, and
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  you, you wastreul, you plague o'er the town. Get you gone speedily,
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  lest I forget thou art a woman, and snap thine arm with my
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  staff. Ha ha, nay, father, scold not poor Jacqueline, but
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  for her not coming to my aid. I had not only broken the picture,
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  methinks they pressed about me so roughly, say you true, I am
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  for as much fun as any man who are made in Milemont. But I
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  will take no share in teasing a girl because her face is pinched, her
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  nose sharp, and her becc a rye to the crowd, pigs swine of
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  all colors. The crowd threateningly, Ah, I had some shoiesh looking dark
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  girl detaches herself from the crowd and approaches Jacqueline. The girl to Jacqueline,
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  thou rag heap thou art not over well favored thyself. Thou dost wisely to
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  ply thy tongue in behalf of this ugly tribe. Ha ha ha. But
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  once wag tongue at me, and I'll teach thee who speaks here the beauty
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  of mill le Mont to the girl, Yeah, I hear thou offerest thyself
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  today as candidate for the price for loveliness. Why thou lank bony thing?
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  Dost thou imagine the Lord Philip will award the wreath of rosebuds and the girl
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  of virgin silver to thee. Thee with all the pretty ones from Bovigni,
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  and from Saint Tubal, and from Lenaled and from the whole countryside are trooping
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  into the town. Be shrew me. But the Lord of mire Lemont is
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  at least a true judge of what is possible in woman, Holy Mother,
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  regard thyself. I'll scratch thine eyes out, best hair out thine own ere
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  thou competest for this price, lest I squinch at disqualify thee the girl cecie
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  Jacqueline, Ah Simon coming between them, peace cats alad to Jacqueline and nay
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  Jacqueline. Let us have no bad blooded holiday time. Remember you promised us
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  pure fun. Jacqueline to the crowd, cease baiting cripples. Then ah Way
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  led us to the house of old Peter Tilburger, the Miser, and hurlstone
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  through his windows. Ah ah. The crowd gradually disperses. As Pepin is
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  clambering out of the window, Jacqueline gives him a push and he falls.
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  The crowd disappears, laughing, Laine embracing Jacqueline. I thank thee dear Jacqueline.
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  Ah, Jacqueline. If thou but handst a mother, thou hast served
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  us a good turn Jade that thou art I cannot repay thee. Canst thou
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  not give me thy staff? Simon giving her his staff for what that I
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  may break the dwarf's skull. I'll learn him to be impudent to Lene again.
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  Whoop, She runs out gleefully. Joan to Lane, why what has
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  that peppened? The dwarf said or done to thee Layne sitting gazing into the
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  fire. They bade him kiss me, And though in sooth he made a
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  wry face at the task, he was for obeying them kiss thee put his
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  lips to thine. Yay, for they said that no straight and fair man
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  would ever kiss a maid so unshapely as I, and that I ought to
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  thank God and the Saints for being kissed, even by a dwarf. Joan
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  aside to Simon, own good man, Simon aside to Joan, tush.
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  She will soon forget this insult, as she hath forgot many others. Let
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  us leave her for a while. Wife, close and bar the shutters.
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  We'll fetch another picture and go to the well with thee. Listen, mother,
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  Here comes one of the strange girls who offered themselves for the Lord Philip's
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  prize. A pretty fair girl crowned with lilies has seemed to pass the window,
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  accompanied by her parents and a small following of friends, maidens and men.
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  Hither your call. You have been the fairest they musty own. We
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  bring you the fairest of all, white lily. She wears for a crown,
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  for her cheek is white, and he's straight a lily she grows straight
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  and slender and tall. Yet they shall not draw cloth be changed to a
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  rose. For shall you not crop tonight the fairest all? Didst thou note
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  her face? Hath she beauty? Simon shaking his fist at the window as
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  he goes up the steps to the loft. Beauty, beauty, beauty.
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  He enters the loft lane, weeping upon Jones's shoulder. Oh, lack the
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  day, hush weep not, mother. The Lord of Merrilmont doth forget how
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  many ill looking maids are within his township, or he would not shame them
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  in this fashion. Oh but none so ill looking as I, None so
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  ill looking as I. The Lord Philip, he cares for naught, so
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  that he may feast his eyes on what is fair and delicate malison on him.
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  Nay, mother, it can only be that he wishes to pleasure the
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  townsfolk by this show of beauty. Why prithee, because how long is it
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  a gone? Once, while I was drawing water at the well, I
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  heard two old wives whisper that the Lord Phillips loves this eastern lady that dwells
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  at the castle. Yeay, and the gossip now declare that he wearies of
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  her sorely. But thou art a child and a poor innocent give no ear
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  to their read one way or another. Yet I would I could become a
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  little brown moth today for an hour, that I might flutter about the steps
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  of the town hall and gain a close peep at the Lord Philip. And
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  the lady saida foolish wench Nay, not at her then, but at him
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  in sooth. He is very gallant looking, a sluggard, a dreamer,
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  with a soft tongue and a heavy eye, and an idle sword. Gallant
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  looking. Where was our gallant when John the Fearless assembled the brave lords of
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  Flanders about his standard at Saint omer Why snug within the castle of Merlamont,
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  listening to the olive skin dame singing to her lute, or watching her as
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  she danced, waving her veils in the sunlight upon the terrace. Where is
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  he now? When the Lord of Perils and the rebel rats from Liege are
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  laying waste to the land, and driving forth the good Prince Bishop like kind
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  to the marsh, while dallying in our marketplace, crowning with a wreath of
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  blossom, and clasping with a girdle of virgin silver. The prettiest maid that
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  simpers under his glances. Simon, descending the steps carrying a pitcher, Hey,
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  wife, what is all this coil? Joan, closing and barring the
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  shutters? I am but chiding the child for being so deject over this mummery
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  in the marketplace, Simon Deulane, Come girl, After all, Heaven's gate
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  will not open more readily to cherry cheeks than to thy white face. Yay,
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  father, But one has to die first to prove it. Meanwhile,
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  a maid must needs be beautiful. Where'tis but weary? Waiting? Waiting
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  is waiting girl for come lee or crooked? Nay? Love maketh the waiting
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  easier love. So I have bethought me, and on earth the crooked and
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  unsightly may not hope to be loved. Therefore the waiting is irksome. Joan
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  approaching her Gramercy, do we not love thee lane embracing them? Truly?
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  I am ungrateful, Simon to Joan, come wife at the open door.
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  To Lane, fasten up the door and open to none but us. Simon
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  and Joan depart. Lane secures the door. The room is now in darkness
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  save for the shaft of light coming from the opening to the loft. Grateful
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  and sooth that I am standing before the shrine, And yet, dear Mary,
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  Mother, unto thee, I bring a poor maid's prayer. I am
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  a crooked wan misshapen thing, and may not dare to lift mine eyes to
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  thine lest haply so thy heart should find no pity left to spare for all
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  my woe, Mother of Jesu, hath thy feet, I cry, I
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  do but crave for love, that so my heart may live. Else what
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  am I nay? And if God above hath not of love to give I
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  fain would die to him who gave the rose its Vermay Hugh twere vain to
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  pray that He should make this body straight and new and fair? Alway sooth
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  that were vain, Yet thou canst bid God send whereas the night time endeth
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  every day my day may end, Mother of Jesu, at thy feet,
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  I cry for well. I wish tis sew love sorts, but with the
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  fair and not am I. Wherefore I fain would go, but praying but
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  this one prayer that I may die. As Lane ends her appeal, one
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  of the shutters becomes transparent, and a diabolical looking face with a red glow
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  upon it is seen leering at her. After a moment, the face vanishes,
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  and there are three distinct raps upon the door. Lane opening the shutters
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  and looking out. Who knocks a voice without pox? Who have donnie had
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  omnibus habitanibus in aha? The room is now light again. She unbolts the
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  door and admits the devil. He is in the guise of a friar.
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  He limps slightly, has a forked red beard and long finger nails, but
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  is of a genial demeanor. Good Morrow, daughter, I was bid to
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  open to none, Father, but we did not look for a holy visitor.
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  Nay, I would not have THEE disregard in injunction, always obey those
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  placed above THEE. Yet, hearing there is adversity and heaviness of heart beneath
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  this roof, I would fain leave behind me a few words of blessed consolation.
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  I thank THEE Father, devil smacking his lips, m but first give
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  me a cup of water. We have no water till my father and mother
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  returned from the well, showing him the broken pitcher. I grieve more than
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  ever I have broken my pitcher. See tis bottomless. Twill content me.
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  He puts the mouth of the pitcher to his lips and takes a deep draft.
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  Father, do you mock me as others do mock thee? My daughter?
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  He turns the mouth of the picture downwards. A stream of water flows
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  from it, Oh, holy saints, devil, replacing the picture upon the
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  table. Yea, we cannot be too thankful to them. Father, thou
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  art a stranger in merol Mont, I trow we have no such good man
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  here as you must be. For the saints to give thee water from a
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  bottomless pot a lack. I am but a sinner, my daughter, or
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  they would make it wine sitting. But truly I am a stranger, as
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  you remark, I have traveled a great distance, having some curiosity to examine
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  the fine cities of Flanders and bra Bent. Though sooth a tiny town like
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  thy Merlamont amuses me more. We call not Mirramont little. That is one
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  of the things that amuse me at Merlamont. Another that they chase their cripples
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  here at holiday time lane hiding her face. Oh father, ugh ha ha
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  ha. I did perceive them hunting thee as I entered at the north gate,
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  and so out of tender sympathy for thee, I beg to know thy
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  dwelling place rising. You and thy worthy parents are named the ugly family by
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  the good folk of Merlamont. I learn yeay an answer to it, aptly,
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  devil limping towards her well, there is much virtue among the ugly.
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  Truly we are virtuous. Heaven, take count of it. That should make
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  you all vastly content. I would be more content, father, but for
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  my lameness. I limb a little too. Daughter, As you may have
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  observed, how come you to halt? I had a fall when I was
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  a baby strange. I had a nasty fall too in early manhood. Ahem,
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  thou wert at thy devotion to my daughter? When I struck upon the
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  door. How knowest thou that I heard the pious murmur as I stood without.
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  That's right, Pray, pray, pray. There's nothing like it.
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  Father. Thy knocking fell upon my ears as though it were in answer to
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  my prayer. Hm, thou wert praying for some special dispensation. Wert thou
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  not? Why did my words reach thee? But faintly? I confess,
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  Father, I do desire to die. Pleaseth God to take me to die
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  before thou hast lived. I have lived long enough. Nay, thou hast
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  never been beautiful, Father, Therefore thou hast never been loved as young maid
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  should be loved. Therefore, being ugly and unloved, I say, thou
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  hast not lived, Father. These are my own wicked thoughts. Wicked?
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  Are they not so? Nay? Oh? Hm, Well, mayst thou
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  regard my visit as an answer to thy prayer. For look, taking from
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  his pouch a little bag, I chance to carry this upon me? What
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  is it? My daughter? The little pebble lying within this bag is the
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  instrument by which a strange miracle may be wrought. What fashion of miracle one
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  that maketh an ugly item of humanity most beauteous, beauteous, surpassingly beauteous.
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  Laying after a pause of frightened nay, I will not believe that he seizes
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  her by the wrists, Oh father, Thy nails are long and sharp,
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  they cut into me. Father, Ah, here come my parents, Tell
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  them not of my prayer. Joan and Simon appear, without Simon looking in
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  who stands within? Hush tis a holy friar. Joan and Simon entered,
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  Chah, do not this, simple maid. The fault was mine, No
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  fault in sooth twas not against such as the our door was barred. Yet,
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  holy Father, saying, how comes it that the light of heaven hath
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  crept to our dark home? My children? I have heard ye stand in
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  little favor in this town. Wherefore I thought to pause upon my way and
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  proffer comfort sooth. And as ye came in pleasant converse with Yon, crippled
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  child, I chanced to show her this. He holds up the bag containing
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  the stone, which now glows with supernatural light. Simon and Jones shrieked back,
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  half in terror. What is it? Speak? Well? May ye
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  ask for? Hidden? Here doth lie a little stone hewn from a sunken
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  rock, whose giant shadow, rising from the deep and purples the blue sea.
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  Yet long ago, in holier days, it reared its sacred head,
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  moss mantled o'er the wave, and on its crest once trod the virgin's feet.
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  And since that hour, this little particle of precious stone, a relic
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  rescued from the wreck of time, has so much virtue that on man or
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  maid, whoever it be, who owns it, there doth fall the gift
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  of perfect beauty. Beauty, beauty, yea truly twas of beauty that he
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  spake even as you came. Father, I fain would know how falls this
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  miracle. I tell us that the devil produces the stone through which is threaded
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  a fine cord. Draw anear, and ye shall hear tremble. Not tis
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  not to fear on the bare breast of man or maid naked? Shall this
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  stone be laid snug and secret? Must it lie hidden close from every eye?
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  For one, and only one shall own the mystic virtues of this stone.
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  Father, bestow it. I bestow it here. No home in Flanders
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  is so waste and drear, lacking a comely presence. We are worn and
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  bent with years and toiling night and morn. Our child is sickly hapless.
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  Was she born? Bestow it here? Whither thou didst not heed me?
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  I have shown this wondrous gift is not for all to own. But whoso
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  wears it, he or she alone may hope to win the beauty that lies
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  hidden deep within this glittering stone. Though that should be get on our knees.
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  We pray, grant to the darken house the light of day. Oh
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  hear our prayer in pity, hear us Let but Heaven's sweet ray, make
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  one's face fair, Ah, Holy Mother, Little need had they to crave
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  the lamp to light them on their way? Had I been fair, wherefore
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  I too would kneel to thee today. Oh hear their prayer, Devil giving
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  stone to Simon. Take it tis thine my blessing. Go with it,
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  Father, Thank thee they have dawned at last, Oh, wife, wife,
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  Oh good man, our child, our child. Rushing to Lene,
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  to thy bedchamber, tear open thy bodice, pressing the stone into her hand,
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  lay this upon thy poor breast. Haste thee. Mother, go.
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  He thrusts her from the room. I'm an embracing Joan, sweetheart, Joan.
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  After a pause, nay, good Man, arn't certain we have done
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  well, Wife, Something in this mislikes me. Making for the door of
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  Lane's bedchamber, my child bevil intercepting her woman. What wouldst thou pardon?
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  Father? But this miraculous stone may bring ill upon us rather than good?
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  Stand aloof a prithee meddled not nay, but what if others learn what tis
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  my daughter carries upon her? Bosom? Truly'tis an object to be carefully
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  guarded for in sooth, beauty is a possession. Man delighteth in stealing from
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  woman, woman from man. Hm yea good people, you had best be
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  discreet, and father, I do bethink me? Is this the only piece
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  of beauty stone in mortal hands? It is? My son? How long
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  hast had it in thy keeping? Saint Thou wast pretty to look upon weaver,
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  and never bestowed it till now? I often joan clinged to Simon hear
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  him? Then how comes it in thy pouch? To day? Hum a
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  sage question? I'll answer thee in one odd fashion or another. This beauty
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  stone, as thou hast dubbed it, hath always returned to my charge,
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  sends it dwell in that rock whose hallowed crest lies sunk in an orient sea.
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  This stone it hath pressed full many a breast of gallant and proud lady,
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  for all have sued for this glittering thing, and squire and lord and
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  clown. Yea once it lay next the heart of a king who counted it
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  more than his crown. I gave it away to a lovelorn maid who wept,
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  for her heart was free and lo when this stone in her breast was
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  laid. She grew passing fair to see, and a knight rode by,
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  and he knelt and prayed for thy beauty. My life were freely paid.
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  Now what wilt thou give to me, Sir knight? I have not laughed,
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  she, sir knight, I have not for thee But still at her
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  feet, as he made his moan from out her bosom, she drew the
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  stone, and that knight rode forth, But he rode alone, and he
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  laughed, for his heart was free. And they buried a maiden, all
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  skin and bone. And so it befell at the toll of the bell.
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  This stone had come back to me and Anon. It sped over sea in
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  land, It journeyed o'er land and sea. It hath lodged in many a
• 30:08
  fair maid's hand, Yet it ever comes back to me. Then it passed
• 30:15
  to a miser of grizzly hue with a beard that fell to his knee.
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  He had cuddled his gold, though he fain would woo a lady of high
• 30:26
  degree, and he laughed when he saw how fair he grew. Yet ever
• 30:32
  she sighed as he came to sue, Nay, what wilt thou give to
• 30:37
  me? Rich gems? Have I none? Groaned he I have nought but
• 30:41
  my love for thee. But at night, as he lay and dreamed of
• 30:47
  gold, she drew from his Gabardine's inmost fold, this glittering stone, and
• 30:52
  his heart grew cold. But she laughed, for her heart was free.
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  And they buried a miser, withered and old. And so it befell at
• 31:03
  the toll of the bell. This stone had come back to Me and Anon.
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  Its fed over sea and land. It journeyed over land and sea.
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  It hath lodged in many a withered hand, Yet it always comes back to
• 31:18
  me. As the Devil concludes his history of the stone, there is a
• 31:23
  faint cry from Lane's room, and a low distant rumble of thunder. Joan
• 31:30
  and Simon still clinging to each other. Holy Paul Devil at the door leading
• 31:37
  to the alley. Vos Quevas dais benedicts it benedicche. He disappears as Lane
• 31:44
  enters and stands before her parents, erect and wonderfully beautiful. She has abandoned
• 31:49
  her little cap, and her hair is circling her head like a glory,
• 31:53
  falls luxuriantly to her waist and upon her arm. She carries her useless crutch
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  as though she were bearing a lily. End of Act one, Seen one,
• 32:06
  Act one, Scene two, the market place of Merrilmont. On the
• 32:12
  left stands the town hall, approached by a flight of steps, and on
• 32:15
  the other side of the market place, facing the town hall, there is
• 32:19
  an inn bearing the sign of the Golden Head. From above the town hall
• 32:23
  there runs a broad street, and on the right, in the distance is
• 32:29
  the mouth of a narrow alley. There are other outlets from the market place
• 32:32
  upon either side. The sun shines brilliantly. Many of the townsfolk, men,
• 32:39
  women and children are already assembled. Others join them, appearing from different
• 32:45
  directions. Greetings are exchanged. The people gather in knots to discuss their marriage.
• 32:51
  Of the candidates for the prize for beauty. A few soldiers mixed with
• 32:54
  the crowd, flirting with the young women. The inn drives a good trade.
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  There is continual movement and vessel. A body of pike men are lounging
• 33:05
  about the steps of the town hall, and in the doorway stands certain of
• 33:08
  the aldermen and officeholders of the town. The bells. Lord Philip rides forth
• 33:17
  on his way from his crown and the silver cord, that she'll gurgle the
• 33:27
  gown of her who is fairest today? Then tell us the burghers of town,
• 33:34
  who isn't that rules he today? Lord Philip, he rules or a
• 33:38
  burgher and clown from his castle gate he comes riding down with his gallants in
• 33:45
  proud Hoorrayir burgers, We tell ye, nay tis not a gallant pray who
• 33:52
  rules ye now? Is never a lord. She needs no spear, and
• 33:55
  she bears no sword. Who wins with a smile, or a brown with
• 34:00
  soft eyes hazel or gray, with tresses golden or brown, tis beauty that
• 34:07
  rules you today, Ye Burgers of merl Mo Town. With soft eyes of
• 34:12
  hazel or gray, with tresses golden or brown, tis beauty that rules us
• 34:19
  today, We burgers of mir le Mont Town. The competitor, crowned with
• 34:24
  lilies, enters with her supporters. They make for the inn, singing as
• 34:30
  they go mad. Hither we call it your call. You have been in
• 34:36
  the fairest, then needs must ye own? We bring ye the fairest of
• 34:39
  all. White lily, she wears for a crown for her cheek. As
• 34:45
  a lily is white and straight, she grows straight and slender and tall.
• 34:52
  Yet they shall not draw to its clothes. There the lily be changed to
• 34:57
  a rose. For shall night the fairest of all? If this indeed be
• 35:04
  Beauty's queen, we say not so. We say say not so. Then
• 35:10
  every maiden lank and lean, with waxen cheek and eyes of green, may
• 35:16
  win. That wreath of budding rose in suitis not for her, we speak,
• 35:22
  then bid her go. Then bid her go. Yet look again,
• 35:29
  for though her cheek be all too white, that blood seek hath fled to
• 35:36
  warm her ruddy nose. Amidst jeers and laughter. The competitor and her friends
• 35:42
  go into the inn. Then there is a hubbub and Pepin. The dwarf
• 35:45
  rushes in, flying in terror from Jacqueline, who pursues him. They are
• 35:51
  followed by the mischievous lads and girls of the first scene. Pepin trips and
• 35:55
  falls, and Jacqueline belabors him with the weaver staff. He is rescued by
• 36:00
  the bystanders as Nicholas dirks. The Burgomaster enters from the Golden head. How
• 36:07
  now, rude people, know you not how to bay yourselves when at any
• 36:12
  moment ye may be within hearing of the Lord Philip saith If our behavior like
• 36:17
  as not the Lord Philip, let him hide where Lord of mill le Mant
• 36:22
  should be at the hour of this telling, with his kith and kin at
• 36:25
  the tales of liege rebels. Holy Saint beevon, what sedition is here worse
• 36:31
  than sedition? Most honorable Burgomaster Yon, she devil saving your presence, hath
• 36:38
  cudgeled the poor dwarf till I doubt he hath a whole bone in his body?
• 36:45
  Peppin howls. Jacqueline cuffs him soundly. Nicholas to Jacqueline, peace,
• 36:52
  unmannerly, wench sooth, I have but made the mannekin pay the price for
• 36:57
  trying to buzz len Nimal the weavers crew daughter an hour ago besw me a
• 37:02
  pretty pass. Shall dwarfs be to night the small privilege of saluting gallantly such
• 37:10
  females as our halt and hump backed. Let heavens afflicted her together, and
• 37:17
  we be merciful. Hence sholop, lest I have thee whipped for inhumanity,
• 37:25
  whip whip me. Nay, all mire mon could not do it, Nicholas
• 37:31
  to the bystanders, stand aloof I do a spy the brave Guntrn, I
• 37:38
  would speak with him. Those attracted by the right disperse. Guntran of Vaugrant,
• 37:45
  grizzled and well on in years, but still upright and stalwart, appears
• 37:51
  on the steps of the town hall. God save the sir, Guntrn.
• 37:57
  Guntran, with a grunt, descending the steps. Ah for what, amongst
• 38:04
  other favors, for the witnessing of the glorious show of beauty that the Lord
• 38:08
  Philip hath commanded. I have the maids mustered at this most respectable hostelry the
• 38:15
  golden head m But the Lord Philip tis well past the appointed time, was
• 38:23
  card playing with the Lady Sada and her demosels. When I rode from the
• 38:30
  castle a lack bid thy beauties sup milk, lest their skins shrink from fasty
• 38:37
  in delay, will do it? He re enters the inn. The devil,
• 38:44
  dressed gaily in red, his habit fashioned in the Italian mode, comes
• 38:47
  from among the crowd and confronts Guntran. Heaven save you, sir again there
• 38:55
  the second you utter that prayer, within a dozen breaths, Heaven save you,
• 39:01
  sir, to pray for my salvation. Amen, Sir Guntrn of Bogrant,
• 39:08
  none other the right hand of the Lord Philip of Merlamont. Nay,
• 39:15
  I would not dub myself so for as much wealth as poor soldier could dream.
• 39:22
  Why prithee, because sir, the right hand of the Lord Philip is
• 39:29
  shamed. Shamed, Sir, it grasps no sword. But who art thou
• 39:37
  devil? Produces some letters? Antonio, Count of Oscano in Lombardy, I
• 39:45
  bear letters from those that love me, who commend me to all of high
• 39:49
  estate in Flanders. Giving the letters to Gunton, I do desire you present
• 39:55
  these to the Lord of Merlamont. That will what quest is thye, sir,
• 40:02
  Count in Flanders, in these troublous days? Pleasure? Pleasure, not
• 40:09
  but pleasure? Ah that't be welcome at Castle Merrowmont spoke with a most reproving
• 40:17
  frown. Has become of a man of war. Nay, no such fellow
• 40:23
  am I, or I stood not here talking with the ages in my bones.
• 40:31
  My time is past for all. I am inclined to rust in Merrolmont
• 40:37
  no longer but to follow my bent, and I cannot follow. This lord's
• 40:44
  war is not the taste of the Lord of Merleamont. They whisper no by
• 40:50
  Saint Jude and I that taught him arms and have loved him as my own
• 40:55
  lived to say it. Hmm. He is lighter pastimes, huh and those
• 41:05
  But we talk scandal. The children babbel it in Merrimont, Sir, the
• 41:12
  mischief lies. Thus the Lord Philip hath an eye for beauty. One,
• 41:19
  we're blind els. The world is so beautiful, aye, But it would
• 41:24
  seem there is not so beautiful in the world as woman. Therefore he hath
• 41:30
  an eye for woman. Then the gossips speak sooth when they declare this eastern
• 41:37
  lady, whom he favors to be most fair, Nay was her day's waning.
• 41:45
  Why look, you, sir, count these orients keep not their bloom
• 41:51
  as to our northern dames and damosels. And this she was renegade from Cephalonia
• 41:58
  when Philip Merrelmont sailed thence in the train of the ransom John of Navares.
• 42:06
  And that's not yesterreen. Yet your lord, still delighted in the lady,
• 42:10
  Saida's company. Yay, till fresher flower perfumes the air by the fingernails of
• 42:20
  Saint Luke. I would they were all drowned, all all women. The
• 42:28
  town bell rings out merrily, guntan to the devil. The cavalcade entereth the
• 42:35
  north gate. Follow and you will he re enters the town hall. The
• 42:42
  aldermen and officials also withdraw into the town hall, followed by Nicholas Dirks,
• 42:46
  who comes out of the inn and bustles across the marketplace. The pipemen shoulder
• 42:52
  their pikes and go off by the street, which is above the town hall.
• 42:55
  There is a general movement among the townspeople, the majority of them,
• 43:00
  as if eager to greet the procession, follow at the heels of the pikemen.
• 43:04
  The market place is almost deserted. Devil to himself. And I was
• 43:10
  on the point of passing by the gates of this Merlamont, deeming it but
• 43:15
  a dull hole. Yet within a thrice I came upon that vastly interesting cripple,
• 43:22
  and now, oh, I will have a pretty tangle here ere I
• 43:27
  leave em. One never knows why I could spend a month in Merlamont to
• 43:32
  advantage coming face to face with Jacqueline. Oh lah, who are you a
• 43:40
  gentleman traveling for pleasure? Thy attire is not of our cut. It was
• 43:46
  botched in Italy? And where were you botched? Hum? There or thereabouts?
• 43:54
  Italy is bright and warm? Is it not truly how comfortable it must
• 44:00
  be to dwell in a place that is always warm? It becomes monotonous?
• 44:07
  You call yourself a gentleman? Shaking her head. I fear thou art bragging?
• 44:15
  What sign belies me? Thou wilt stand here chattering with a poor mop
• 44:21
  headed wench such as I a gentleman, hath no false pride? Tell me
• 44:28
  art content to be so low in the world hugely, Yeah, thou wart
• 44:34
  mightily ragged and skinny, ha ha ha, because I will not do the
• 44:38
  work they put upon girls that are humble and parentless in these parts. Content,
• 44:45
  yea, am I not free till lie snug every day till the sun
• 44:50
  has taken the keen edge of the morning. Whenever I am sharp set will
• 44:53
  not Joory and the baker chuck me a loaf of bread. And as for
• 44:58
  a sport, can I not run leap fight with any big boned lad of
• 45:02
  the town. Do it with dance, Jacqueline and the devil. My name
• 45:08
  is crazy Jacqueline. I rule a rout that love not labor. From morn
• 45:14
  till even, I dance and sing. And though I neither toil nor spin,
• 45:17
  yet should I lack some simple thing? I selly forth and rob my
• 45:22
  neighbor. My castle is a musty stall in old Dame clovis etstable. They
• 45:30
  are on the straw My court I keep with a whiskered rat for Seneschell,
• 45:34
  and a troop of mice who guard my sleep till the lazy sunbeams skinned to
• 45:38
  peep with a rosy face over the topmost gable. Then men may call me
• 45:45
  never do wheel and rag a bag, or pick and steal, So let
• 45:49
  them cry. I care not I for I can dance from morn till even,
• 45:54
  And in my kingdom I am queen. Then Mary, come dance with
• 46:00
  me thy humor. It likes me well. There is room for a rogue
• 46:06
  like thee in the land where I gentce to dwell aside. For this is
• 46:12
  the truth I tell, Yet marvelous how it should be. There be few
• 46:17
  that can dance and sing in that kingdom where I am king, But idle
• 46:23
  folk have work to do. Pure mischief takes a world of brewing. Though
• 46:29
  simple fools know not of this, Yet true it is. And pity too.
• 46:34
  Things will not always go amiss if no one sees two men's undoing,
• 46:39
  and so of nights when all is still, I want the fourth and weave
• 46:45
  a tangle. I milk the cows and leave them dry. Then draw the
• 46:49
  sluices from the mill. And when I've set things all awry, I love
• 46:54
  to hear the watchman's cry as the city vells go jingle, jang go.
• 47:00
  That man may call me. Never do weel and drag a bag or pick
• 47:04
  and steal. I care not I whatever they cry, for I can dance
• 47:09
  from mourn to eve, and in my kingdom I am queen. Then Mary,
• 47:15
  come dance with me, For never a maid or man was fit to
• 47:21
  be fellow to thee since ever the world began aside. Yet read this riddle,
• 47:28
  who can and the answer I fain would see? How long will she
• 47:32
  dance and sing? In that kingdom where I am king. Ha ha ha
• 47:38
  ha ha ha ha ha. Thou art a merry one, and sooth thou
• 47:45
  art a right merry gentlemen, devil smacking his lips, M I like you.
• 47:53
  There's plenty of ripe mischief in ye, mischief, mischief, mischief.
• 48:01
  I pray, so pray, so do ye hmmm, have half a mind
• 48:08
  to take thee take me going. I wish you good morrow, sir,
• 48:15
  gentlemen bevil following her to day? Hast ever been in love? Not I
• 48:24
  nor shall ah ask no fancy for men? Eh? Why? I hate
• 48:30
  them as such? That's right, that's capital. Thou art the playfellow for
• 48:37
  me leading her back. The direst mischief in the world is done by the
• 48:44
  women that hate men. And I I hate women, Jacqueline, releasing herself,
• 48:52
  So saith the baker. Yet I keep my distance when I go for
• 48:57
  the bread e eh nay, I say sooth, I do most cordially hate
• 49:05
  women as such? Come nearer. Don't be frightened of a gentleman, Jacqueline
• 49:13
  approaching him cautiously, What would you, devil? Looking into her face?
• 49:21
  Upon my travels, I have often asked a young fresh companion to jest with,
• 49:28
  wilt be my page, vixen. I I am no boy nor of
• 49:35
  the other sex. Sayst thou hatest men, yea, thou shalt be my
• 49:42
  page, Jacqueline, endeavoring to avoid his gaze. Let me hence, prithee.
• 49:50
  Thou shalt lead an easy life, lazy bones. Thou shalt lie late,
• 49:55
  eat and drink till thou art surfeited. I will teach thee the lute.
• 50:01
  What art thou? I? I fear thee he grips her arm ah,
• 50:10
  wincing, truly, thou art, gentlemen, for labor, I have
• 50:15
  not planted thy nails. Go at five on the great dial. Rummage beneath
• 50:23
  the straw, where thou sleepest, Thou wilt find boy's attire. By sundown,
• 50:30
  present thyself at the castle as the Count of Hoscano's page. Oh,
• 50:37
  pardon me, my lord, but folks do know me? Here for me
• 50:40
  a girl. After thou hast not the ties of thy new shoon, look
• 50:46
  into a mirror, thou shalt not know thyself. Shall call thee Jacques pitch
• 50:53
  in her ear, mischievous little shock go Jacqueline, leaving him unsteadily with the
• 51:01
  last effort, I will not obaby, will not, Pointing towards the left
• 51:10
  the castle. At sundown, she departs. He turns on his heel and
• 51:17
  enters the town hall. The bells silent upon Jacqueline singing, now ring out
• 51:22
  another peal the populace toop back to the marketplace. Nicholas Dirks comes from the
• 51:29
  town hall in a great bustle. Servants bring a throne chair and some smaller
• 51:32
  seats from the town hall and place them upon the ground in front of the
• 51:37
  steps. Come knaves, range your seats deftly, hand beacon to the crowd.
• 51:45
  Stand aloof there they that would not have their heads cracked by the Lord
• 51:52
  Philip's most gallant pikemen. The bells ringing. He waits in the hall,
• 52:01
  and before him a pair of rose crown and a silver cord that shall girdle
• 52:07
  the gown off her who is ferrest all. Two trumpeters come from the town
• 52:15
  hall, and, standing upon the steps, blow blasts upon their trumpets.
• 52:19
  The pikemen follow and force the crowd back until there is a clear way between
• 52:23
  the town hall and the Inn. The aldermen reappear, accompanied by a page
• 52:29
  who carries the wreath of flowers and the silver girdle. Then comes Philip.
• 52:35
  He descends the steps, followed by Seda, Gantran, and the Devil,
• 52:39
  and by some knights and dames of his retinue. Philip, though not in
• 52:44
  his first youth, is young and handsome, but is moody, restless,
• 52:49
  and impatient. Seda is a dark, sinuous woman with flashing eyes. Her
• 52:54
  beauty, still sumptuous and alluring, is touched by time. Philip drops languidly
• 53:00
  into the throne chair. Sieda sits at his elbow upon a lower's seat slightly
• 53:07
  behind him. The devil stands nearer. The trumpeters blow two more blasts.
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  Ho, Philip, Lord of Merlamont, of Renee and of Accel, please
• 53:21
  Heaven and the saints to grant thee long life. Lo you now we,
• 53:28
  the Burgomaster, and the aldermen and the office holders of Merlamont, have at
• 53:35
  thy command by proclamation, summoned hither the most personable females that do dwell within
• 53:44
  or without thy proper township. And truly these trusty iron have never before been
• 53:52
  so feasted and regaled, Good Burgomaster, But these beauties whither whilst you discord
• 54:00
  Seda to herself, would they could devil to Seda, eh Madam, I
• 54:07
  speak not, Sir. Nicholas at the indoor will display them instantly. How
• 54:15
  beauties come forth? He enters the inn, Guntran to Philip, pretty bities.
• 54:25
  This cattle hath been well fed waiting your presence, Philip, rising in
• 54:32
  anger, peace gunstrom Seda joining him as he paces to and fro Guntran saith
• 54:39
  wisely cattle, And must thou do thy branding in sight of all? Why
• 54:46
  thy tongues as rough as gunsrims come sweet gossip? I tell THEE tis but
• 54:52
  wisdom to freshen the senses upon what this dull world holds of loveliness. The
• 54:57
  zest of life droops else the and will not pleasure THEE. Grudge me not
• 55:02
  the sight of this posse of simple maize, with their sun kissed faces and
• 55:07
  lips like the ripe fruit of the earth. The lowborn wenches nay beauty maketh
• 55:13
  its own degree, Seda in his ear, Am I not beautiful enough for
• 55:19
  THEE? Thou didst once swear so? Truly? Yet because a man wears
• 55:24
  a rare flower in his jerkin, shall he not glance at humbler blossoms by
• 55:29
  the wayside, My love, I cannot bear thee to glance Tush Peragon,
• 55:36
  what hast doubt to fear? Ah cometh the show. Nicholas returns, followed
• 55:43
  by the maidiens competing for the prize for beauty. Philip and Seda returned to
• 55:46
  their places while Nicholas busies himself in marshaling the competitors. Then, under his
• 55:52
  direction, certain of them advance in turn and pass before Philip. No ye
• 55:59
  awe or both great and small, that by Lord Philip's sweet command, this
• 56:06
  day within our city wall, by summons, we have bidden all the fairest
• 56:13
  maidens in our land. Then note them well, for here they stand Lois
• 56:21
  the fair from Saint Denis, and Isabeau from fair Florence, with Bob,
• 56:28
  who comes from bobby n to feast the eyes of greedy men. And Gabrielle,
• 56:35
  the chosen maid from that proud city, Saint Hubert, and Colinet from
• 56:43
  Lena Lead, who counts herself the fairest there with many more who fain would
• 56:49
  own yon budding wreath and silver zone. Peace. Let us on or ear
• 56:58
  the day be flown, our budding noses shall be overblown. Sir by your
• 57:04
  leave, sweet Wench, I call on thee. I am Louise from Saldani,
• 57:10
  fairest there beyond compare so men saying, yet their praises not to me?
• 57:21
  If today Philip, Lord of Melmont, deems another maid more fair?
• 57:28
  Ah, Thou alone canst tell me true? Thou canst answer yeay or nay?
• 57:35
  Are mine eyes of that sweet blue? The rains of april grant to
• 57:38
  may shines my hair like ripened wheat. Can it be my red lips meat
• 57:45
  like coral laid on ivory? And that my little feet moves so very daintily?
• 57:53
  For this and more do all men say, men who dwell in saldany
• 58:00
  else, I might not dare to pray that today Beauty's crown should fall on
• 58:07
  me? And what if it be true that her eyes her softest blue,
• 58:15
  and her lips like winter berries, shy through the snow, that she wears
• 58:22
  a more shoes than some other? Yet for all she is first? Therefore
• 58:29
  let her go. I let her go. We waste the sunny hours seeking
• 58:36
  a rose amid these windsor and flowers. Prize that you're made for one,
• 58:40
  and one alone shall win this wreath of roses and wear this silver zone next
• 58:47
  by your grace. In order as they go, I summon her mencre proud
• 58:53
  is a bow in the hills beyond Florenz, where the river grasses grow so
• 59:00
  green, soft and green. Once the shepherd's from the glen crowned me queen.
• 59:06
  And when I knelt beside the stream and saw this face that floated there,
• 59:09
  with lips like cherries dipped in cream, and laughing eyes and raven hair,
• 59:15
  I wondered, not those shepherd men had crowned me fairest in Florenz.
• 59:19
  And in truth, if that be so, it is plain they do not
• 59:23
  grow the fairest maidens in Flanders, where those simple shepherds dwell, or per
• 59:30
  chance fraught. We know it was very long ago when this maid conduct she
• 59:37
  loved herself so well. Nay, blame the guilty brook to heart dicold her
• 59:43
  for deeming true what this false stream had told her. I Yet, henceforth
• 59:49
  each crone should warn her daughter tooth lurks in wells, but lies in running
• 59:55
  water. Yay, many maids are there, yet one is fairest enough for
• 1:00:01
  thee to win that shepherd's crown. Thou wearest in truth an ugly wench,
• 1:00:07
  Come hither thou I am Bob of Bovigny, where all other maidens say they
• 1:00:15
  wonder why they wonder why my love bade me come today that I might try,
• 1:00:21
  Philip, Lord of Meralmont, to win that rosie crown from thee.
• 1:00:24
  Yet while he kneels and sighs to me love for thy beauty, I could
• 1:00:29
  die. I wonder why I may not bear that eath away. As to
• 1:00:34
  this we would reply, it is plain to fair when he praised the maiden's
• 1:00:39
  beauty, that his senses must have fled and fancy, and she will weep
• 1:00:46
  and wonder why men should choose to go a wooing when they never think.
• 1:00:52
  To Philip, holding up his hand rest a pause to those are around him
• 1:01:00
  with a frown, say you ha to the devil, those from the alley
• 1:01:07
  or from the dyke side, which are the most graceless, Sir count,
• 1:01:13
  what are they not passable? Sooth sir, I have seen no girl yet
• 1:01:19
  for her freckles, the knight and the ladies laugh. Yea, these raw
• 1:01:24
  bones are for a winter's eve, and the candles smolder and the wood flickers
• 1:01:31
  in. Then such noses would cast most monstrous shadows another laugh, Philip rising
• 1:01:38
  angrily a truce to Nicholas good Burgermaster. I try our fander's maids are richer
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  in virtue than in beauty. Give them ten grades apiece, and set their
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  ill made faces homeward. I am weary, Nay, I do entreat your
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  lordship in sooths. The wenches are but a sorry batch. But tis holiday
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  and folk I hear to see thee bestow the wreath and girdle. This is
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  to cheat them of their sport, devil advancing to them, Sir may I
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  speak, I do propose in pure merriment, that, since there is so
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  little beauty to be gathered in Merlamont, we do ensample the town's ugliness.
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  Ah, I have perceived a most knavish dwarf in the crowd. Tis Papin,
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  an excellent and loathsome dwarf. Cry Therefore, an end to this mummery
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  of beauty and for sport. Let these honest folk witness the betrothal of this
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  misbegotten little fellow to the uncomeliest maid in mer Lamont. Know you of a
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  fit mate for the dwarf, Sir Burgomaster, truly do I One Lane,
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  daughter of the weaver Limmeal. Their home is in Yonder Fowl Alley by Saint
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  Bevon. A choice notion, Philip to the devil, what I read here
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  that a fine beauty, and you would make me an instrument in the breeding
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  of monsters. Ha ha ha ah for a jest, a jest, play
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  out the time than in this grisy fashion, and you list to Nicholas,
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  give the dwarfs mate fifty a hundred groats for portion, and let me to
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  horse. Philip rejoins Hid, who claps her hands delightedly. Devil following Philip
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  use despatch Sir Burgomaster Nicholas to the populace ho worthy people of Merlamont. The
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  Lord Philip doth declare these mates to be of beauty so equal that no one
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  of them may lay her claim to the wreath and girdle offered for prize.
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  There is a murmur of discontent from the crowd. Hold your peace till ye
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  have heard. The Lord of Merlamont doth graciously bestow upon each and every maid
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  the sum of ten groats a murmur of approval, and further that ye shall
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  not be defrauded of your full sport. The Lord Philip, out of the
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  lightness of his heart, doth grant an hundred groats for portion unto the maid
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  whomsoe'er ye shall deem her to be, that is the ugliest in all Merlamont,
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  commanding her to appear before him on the instant, and to make her
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  vows of betrothal. Here in your presence, with the dwarf Pepin swerts prize
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  of satisfaction and light, Come forward, Pepin, thou most unsightly knave.
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  Peppin is pushed forward. He makes his obecience to Philip. From the crowd,
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  there is a murmur gathered in force till it becomes a shout of lane
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  Lane Lane limau beshrew me, but you follow mine own thought. The weavers
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  cripple Lane le mal. A party of men and girls rush up the alley.
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  Someone in the crowd gives Peppin a wreath of course blooms, with which
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  he struts about in grotesque preparation for the meeting with his betrothed. Finale,
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  Go bring forth, all signs daughter, pointing to Peppin. Here's the lord
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  who counts her fair longdlock. He hath sought her and crown her golden hair
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  with this garland he hath wrotten out of Chan's most religious faith. The gall
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  we brought her greet the happy pair from out the Allegan's lane, transcendently beautiful
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  as at the end of the previous scene, the men and girls following wonderingly.
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  Philip rising from his chair in amazement and admiration by our lady. She
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  is fair? What is this? It is? And yet it cannot be
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  angel face without a stain, eyes that muse an ecstasy. Away we sought
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  the cripple lane. Nay, look again, for this is she, sweet
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  wondering maid. If thou wilt deign to take thy crown, it waits for
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  thee where then hath fled that hump upon her shoulder? If this be lone?
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  Nay, whence have come those tresses that unfolded her like golden rain.
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  Her hollow eyes were dim, her one cheek whiter than frozen snow, lips
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  like a rose red flower. Those eyes are brighter than earth can show to
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  Philip. Or turn thine eyes away, Let not her lower the on,
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  Though fair she seems to stay, Bid her be gone, for how shall
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  beauty stay? We're always foul? Before then, turn thine eyes away and
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  gaze no more thy eyes away. Let her not be she seems to stay,
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  Bid her be gone? Was ever spridal face so fair to look upon?
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  Shall beauty hold its way when thou art gone? Then lift thine eyes
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  and say, wooed? From what fairy shore? Their feet have found their
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  way to earth? Once more? Yet, how shall beauty stay? We're
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  all foul before? Then turn thine eyes away and gaze more in vain?
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  Replead some magic spell enthralls him? Tis in vain? He will not heed.
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  You cry? What if it be the devil's voice that calls him?
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  Yeah, is a witch? He worships. Let her die a witch?
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  A witch? Beware, beware, draw not nigh bind her, burn her,
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  have a care foresee have the evil eye? A witch? A wish
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  beware? Beware On a boost, fly up and through the air of which
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  then let her die. They circle round her, advancing and retreating, with
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  alternating rage and fear. In the end they fall upon her and seize her.
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  As Joan and Simon force their way through the crowd. Lade rushes to
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  her mother terror, what would you do, Lord Philip? Spare oh,
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  spare her wretches? Ye knew her well an hour ago. What though her
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  poor wan cheeks be now grown fairer' tis Heaven's sweet miracle hath made her so
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  yea heaven hath made her fair? Then, wherefore fear her? This is
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  no witch. Ye look upon today. Down on thy knees, Sweet Lord,
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  we praydy hear her, stand back y knaves, and thou sweet maid,
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  draw nearer. Whence came thy wondrous beauty, speak and say, I
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  can but tell you. I knelt and prayed to her, who hearkens when
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  we cry, mother, hast thou wert once a maid? Oh let me
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  love, or bid me die? Still? I was crooked, bowed and
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  lame, and knew not then she heard my prayer. But now I know
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  for lo there came a holy man who made me fair enough enough. You
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  have but to behold her, Nay, scan her well, and tell me
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  if you dare what devil's art or witches wild could mold her? There where
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  she stands the fairest of the fair. When the rose leaf lies on the
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  dew, do we ask if it fell from the rose? If honey be
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  sweet on our lips, knowing not it was stored by the bee. When
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  the wind blows salt in our teeth. Do we wonder from whither it blows?
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  Nay? Though the shore be a fire, Yet we know that it
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  comes from the sea. When the dew, do we ask if it fell
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  from the rose? If honey be sweet on our lips? No, not,
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  it was stored by the bee. When the wind blows salt in our
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  teeth, don't we wander from whither it blows? Nay? Yet we know
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  that it comes from the sea, Sweet Maid, heaven two lies afar.
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  Yet we know that from heaven alone come those lips that an angel hath kissed,
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  and those eyes with the light of a star. There with the roses
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  we crown thee today and girdled the around with his zone. Is it art
• 1:11:09
  that shall bind thee or stady whose home lights beyond? And afar? Sweet
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  Maid? Having two lis afar, Yet we know that from heaven alone,
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  those lips that an angel hath kissed, and those eyes with the light of
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  a star. Roses crowned thee today and girl the round with a zone shall
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  bind thee or stay whose homel beyond a far Philip, having crowned lane with
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  the wreath of rosebuds, clasps the civil girdle around her waist as the curtain
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  falls. In the fact one back to scene one, a hall in castle
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  mirralmark. At the back is a wide doorway. The doors are open,
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  and beyond there is an arcade, and through the arches of the arcade,
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  the moonlit sky is seen. On the left of the apartment. There is
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  a window on the right and alcove in which stands a throne chair. Upon
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  the wall. Above the throne chair, a sword and other weapons are hung
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  Near the throne chair stands at table with benches raised about it. Jugs and
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  goblets are on the table, and dice and playing cards. There are additional
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  entrances to the apartment on either side. The hall is lighted by quaintly devised
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  lamps. Seated at the head of the table, Philip is playing cards with
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  a party of knights and ladies who are gathered round the board. The knights
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  are youthful and dissolute looking. They're dames, light and frivolous. The Devil
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  stands by Philip's side, advising in the conduct of the game. Afar off
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  by the window, Seeda sits watching Philip with eyes aflame with hungry jealousy.
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  Other knights and ladies are seen, and the arcade walking in the moonlight,
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  course of nights and dames, with cards and dice, and with wine,
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  and later and the love and of love. If love be light, we
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  cannot a jot what may come hereafter. So love and laughter be hours tonight.
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  Then scatter the cars as we fill the cup, though the sun be
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  down and the moon be up. Our day doth only for the coming of
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  night is the dawn of day. Yeah, tell us we pray what car
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  to play? And where is the car shall win? Honor and fame and
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  the lost of battle. We yield them freely to sturd your lords. The
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  coin shall clink and the dice shall n when honor and fame are but empty
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  words. Then scatter the cards as we drain the cup. Though the sun
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  be down, and then the moon up. Our day doth only begin.
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  The night is the dawn of day. Yet, if as you say,
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  this is the heart to play, then where is the heart shall win?
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  Seda rises and slowly approaches Philip. He is about to lay her hand upon
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  his arm enticingly, when a white haired seneschal appears, entering from the left.
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  My lord Philip, raising eagerly, what does she come, the Weaver's
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  daughter? And my Lord, I are no worse for being a daughter to
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  a weaver. My Lord, the maid entered the castle and o ragon by
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  Saint Paul. Think you she has commanded here to be so slighted? Is
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  it not fit that her name should be called aloud by thee truly? My
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  lord, but thou didst charge the women to a barel of this maid?
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  Becomingly and fingers are but fingers blind busily as they may, Philip, turning
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  away, I had forgot Seneschal following him, my Lord, I broke in
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  upon the game to tell that the gallant Sir Baldwin of Earth he's arrived.
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  See him rested and refreshed. Nay, he rides in hot haste as heralds,
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  summoning all valiant men to Maestricht to the standard of Duke John of Burgundy.
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  Bid him ride on then, and summon thou the Weaver's daughter. My
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  patience is out. He resumes his game at the table as Guntran and Baldwin,
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  the latter, disordered and travel stained, enter from the left. Seneschal
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  receives Baldwin and they talk together Seda aside to Guntrn in bitter mockery. Nay
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  Guntran. If my Lord Philip is set forth to Marstricht, does a stout
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  horse will be needed for the burden meetings. So yea, I promise you
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  he will not budge unless a certain bold wench writes pillion behind him, Untran
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  in her ear. Why, Madam art thou for maastrich sed with clenched hands.
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  Thou knowest I speak of the weaver's daughter. Hmm, she would ride
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  Leisha than now by a dozen years. Ah, how I hate thee.
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  She leaves him and returns to her seat by the window. Sir Baldwin off
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  ah, Philip rising, he is welcome. Who are the card players?
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  Give me leave? The card players move away and join the knights and ladies
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  in the arcade. The devil alone remains, roching himself upon the table and
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  laying out the cards in a circle. The Seneschal withdraws Philip, Lord of
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  Mermourt, Our Lord, the Duke of Burgundy, lies with his host to
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  night at Florence. On the morrow he rides straightway to Maastricht, where as
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  thou knowest, the good Bishop is besieged by the accursed rebel rout from Liege
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  Well, Sir, Sir, the Duke doth enjoin all those of authority that
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  are not yet under his banner to set out at dawn with their retinues and
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  such followers as they can levy for Maastricht. The lords of Siro of Vilaine
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  and Saint Sauverg are already hither word, and I pray that they may lie
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  here to night within this castle of Mermont. They are not less welcome than
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  thyself. Another word, remembering the gallant days of thy youth, when thou
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  didst face with him, the Paynim holds the Duke would know thee still for
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  one of spirit and valor. Come, Lord, wilt not bear thine own
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  answer to Duke John Nay, sayest thou carry thou my arm, Sir Baldwin
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  Above, I am a man of piece in these days, not of war.
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  Now I will dare I say, I would not have our fair land
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  made sore and ugly by the waste of battle. By Heaven and Saint Balen,
• 1:18:06
  I cry peace, Peace, that you'll scatter with untiring hands the seeds
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  of beauty. Guntran in imprecation. Beauty, beauty, Aye, guntrandt is
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  my watchword, peace and beauty. Look that Sir Baldwin be well tended.
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  Turning away, the minstrels strike the lutes. He joins his knights and the
• 1:18:30
  ladies under the arcade. And this was a brave man that now pillows his
• 1:18:34
  head upon rose leaves to horse. He goes out quickly on the left,
• 1:18:40
  followed by guntran. From the arcade comes the sound of the lutes. Devil
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  to himself, beauty, beauty, beauty, beauty. Jacqueline, gaily and
• 1:18:55
  prettily, attired as a boy, enters a little unsteadily with strut and swagger.
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  Devil steadying her. What my little Jacques has supped a supped? Oh
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  right, well, master, are the meat rich, rich and plenty?
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  And the wine? Why there is a fountain of Burgundy that plays in the
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  dining hall. It sends up jests of rubies. I did dip my cup
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  into its basin and drink my fill. Devil slapping her on the shoulder,
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  Ha Seda coming to Jacqueline. Boy Jacqueline bowing low, my beauty, Madam
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  Saya stroaking Jacqueline's head, pretty boy to the devil, how about your leave,
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  devil bowing, sweet lady, say to Jacqueline, boy, go you
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  to my women, Bid them do on their dancing shoon, and to assemble
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  upon the terrace, and hearken my call. For tonight we dance before the
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  Lord Philip. Dance, our beautiful lady. Hence Jacquelin runs out on the
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  right dance. Madam, I good friend, For so thou hast professed thyself
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  and truly dance, dance, dance twas thus I first gained my Lord's favor,
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  and tis thus thou wilt regain him. Doubtless thy ripe charms against their
• 1:20:38
  shoot of maidenhood. Eh to it, madam, to it, said he,
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  sinking onto her seats. Nay, but of late my limbs have lost
• 1:20:48
  some of their suppleness, I ween, oh, devil beside her, tis
• 1:20:56
  hard such a common girl who till today was a cripple the jail of the
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  town. These miracles they put one out of reckoning. She shall yet be
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  burnt, for a witch will show thee that sport in Merlamont, Sir Count
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  Burnt. Devil's shaking his head sadly, Nay, twould be no novelty.
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  I've seen so much of that sort of thing in my time. Not the
• 1:21:29
  less I do marvel like thyself. Whether it tis holy miracle or naughty charm
• 1:21:35
  that hath wrought this strange transformation, I swear there's a devil's charm brewed by
• 1:21:44
  the weaver's hagwife. Hmm, sooth I fear so say they're rising and pacing
• 1:21:51
  the apartment. Therefore shall they be burnt the daughter and all her folk to
• 1:21:59
  boot what and their secret with them? Si der pausing? Why tis likely
• 1:22:09
  tush thou must play more cunningly, dear lady. If the devil be in
• 1:22:15
  the bountiest mood, I counsel THEE to put aside thy pious distaste for his
• 1:22:21
  doings. That would I to be as lovely as this made, and once
• 1:22:28
  again as fresh to my Lord's eye. Come. Then, if charm there
• 1:22:34
  be in all this, tis thou that must possess the mystery? Wilt aid
• 1:22:42
  me yea or any distressful dame, I thank thee, sir count. And
• 1:22:48
  if I fail to rest the secret from the Weaver's daughter, I will kill
• 1:22:55
  myself. Am my Lord shall miss the glow of summer from my cheeks.
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  The tinkling of the lutes ceases, nay, be hopeful, aye, and
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  light of foot tonight will I keep sway without help or the devil the dance.
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  Philip returns and the knights and ladies are seeing gathered in the arcade.
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  Sadan, what do thy women? Hear? Saedah caressingly in his ear,
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  sweetheart, I have bethought me, while this pretty guest is a tiring I
• 1:23:31
  will dance before thee to stay our impatience tis a good thought to the knights
• 1:23:38
  and dames. The lady Sada dances to pleasure us. He seats himself upon
• 1:23:44
  the throne chair, but with a heavy brow. The knights and ladies dispose
• 1:23:48
  themselves about the apartment. Sada claps her hands, and her women appear,
• 1:23:54
  entering from the arcade. They make her ready for the dance. The minstrels
• 1:23:58
  are symbol without the away. The devil stills away and presently is seen among
• 1:24:03
  the minstrels, a red light from a lamp falling upon his face. He
• 1:24:09
  takes a loot from one of the players and combs it with the rest.
• 1:24:13
  Jacqueline joins him, standing by his side, horse of Knights and Dames,
• 1:24:18
  so she should dance till dawn day. Twere all for naught, For if
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  perchance his eyes should stray and find her there, they would but glance and
• 1:24:30
  turn away, for all his thoughts his otherware. Yeah, though her feet
• 1:24:35
  should prove his fleet, as is the wind. Twere all in vane.
• 1:24:41
  They know art where to find to Philip's heart their way again. Then she
• 1:24:47
  may dance till dawn of day. He will not care. He heeds her
• 1:24:51
  not, he needs her not. He hath forgot if she be fair,
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  safe in her island home, whose sloping glades leaned sunward till they kissed the
• 1:25:03
  eastern man happy, she dwelt a maid amidst her maids, who, knowing
• 1:25:10
  not of love, knew not of pain. When westwards, steering came those
• 1:25:15
  knights unbidden sea, worn and weary of the clang of war. And one
• 1:25:23
  there was beneath, whose helm lay hidden her face. She knew, yet
• 1:25:29
  knew not from afar. For round about her ere he came Aye. Ere
• 1:25:34
  his feet had pressed the sand, the woodland blossoms turned to flame, and
• 1:25:41
  Love was lord of old land till dawned that day. His sail was set,
• 1:25:47
  and all his thoughts were seaward turned then one there was remembered. Yet
• 1:25:54
  what love had taught, and love had learned one heart that knew not outer
• 1:26:00
  stay if love were fain to flee away, as she sings, for she
• 1:26:06
  followed him, so as we know, and he with the love that found
• 1:26:11
  wings may so we are dreaming. We are dreaming of that little island valley,
• 1:26:19
  where beneath the silver olives at the ending of the day, sway gently
• 1:26:26
  to the music. As they thread each winding alley, comes the troop of
• 1:26:30
  laughing maidens dancing downward to the bay. South blows the wind as the veil
• 1:26:35
  of night is falling. Warm is the wind that is blowing from the south.
• 1:26:41
  Far in the bay, she can hear the sailors golling. Warm lies
• 1:26:45
  the breath of his kisses on her mouth. South blows the wind, Yet
• 1:26:50
  northward they are steering. Love leaves aboard, and the north and south are
• 1:26:57
  one lo The stars are dark, and the bitter gale is veering, bleak
• 1:27:02
  and cold and drear lies the shore that they are nearing. War is the
• 1:27:09
  day when he bore her from the sun. Love lies not here He hath
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  fled, and we would follow where the sapphire sea is breaking in a ring
• 1:27:19
  of silver foam. Southward speeds. His bark for his pilot is the swallow
• 1:27:26
  Love? Could we but follow? Thou wouldst lead us safely home? North
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  blows the wind once again. The gale is shifting. The rack of heaven
• 1:27:38
  stands open, and the night is past and done. North blows the wind.
• 1:27:44
  Yet southward we are drifting. The rosy day is dawning, and the
• 1:27:48
  sullen clouds are lifting. North blows the wind that shall bear us to the
• 1:27:55
  sun. Love is not heard. He hath ed, and we would follow
• 1:28:00
  Where the sapphire sea is breaking in a ring of silver foam. Southward speeds
• 1:28:05
  His bark for his pilot is the swallow Love. Could we but follow?
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  Thou would lead us safely home? Why stay she here? Love hath fled.
• 1:28:16
  He will not follow, for his heart behaving and no longer needs to
• 1:28:21
  roam southward. She may sail flying southward with the swallow Lord. Philip will
• 1:28:29
  not follow. His love lies nearer home. Gradually, Philip is half recaptured
• 1:28:34
  by the allurement of the song and dance. His eyes dwell upon stated tenderly,
• 1:28:41
  and at last he rises, as if about to embrace her At that
• 1:28:45
  moment, the Cindashall enters on the left, the demoise well Lane Liman Lane
• 1:28:51
  enters richly but tastely attired, and stands in the center of the apartment,
• 1:28:57
  modestly and wonderingly. Philip and tranced, moves towards her. Sada falls back
• 1:29:02
  and rage and despair. Nay, see, ye not this maid is fair?
• 1:29:09
  What wonder then he finds her? So yet, little maid, beware,
• 1:29:14
  beware, for love will come and love will go. That angel smile,
• 1:29:19
  Those wandering eyes were never fashioned here below. Yet little maid, be
• 1:29:26
  wise, be wise, for love will come and love will go. So
• 1:29:30
  nights and dames, now grant me by your leave, that I may speak
• 1:29:34
  with this sweet demoiselle. Though Philip's heart, she may beguile, And where
• 1:29:40
  the lady's shoes she cannot choose, But she must lose the glory of that
• 1:29:45
  angel smile. Yeah, well we know twas ever, so, for love
• 1:29:50
  will come and love will go. All withdraw except Sadah and the devil.
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  And they remain under the arcade, watching Philip, never removing his eyes from
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  Lane's face. Thou hast tarried long, They did delay me to make me
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  fit to appear before THEE. My lord, sayst thou, I do thank
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  THEE for thy goodness to a poor maid. Poor Nay, thy perfect loveiness
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  make THEE vastly rich Lane passing her hand over her face. Ah. And
• 1:30:26
  yet this morning I was ugly and most despised. Tis so reported, Tis
• 1:30:31
  very sooth, my lord, until the Holy Man wrought his miracle? How
• 1:30:35
  wrought he the miracle? My Lord? I may not tell. My mother
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  and father have forbade me strictly to say aught, save that twas in answer
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  to a prayer to our lady devil to say that heard you that I they
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  move away, Philip de Laane. No matter says thou Art, as thou
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  art sit you down, not whiles you stand, my lord, Nay,
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  then they sit Dedemoiselle. Know you that the lady Catherine of Ninove, who
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  dwells within this castle, will take you as playfellow for her daughter Blanche,
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  and thou art willing. Oh I am not suitable. I do bid THEE
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  to do this, Laine, her eyes drooping before his my lord, for
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  in their redeed, I desire to gaze at THEE with but little intermission day
• 1:31:29
  by day. Why, my lord, because thou after the right fulfillment of
• 1:31:33
  all my dreams and beauty, Lene clasping her hands, Holy Mother, What
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  if thou hast made me over beautiful to him, my Lord, such comeliness
• 1:31:45
  as I possess, thou hast now seen and knowed it? Truly, I
• 1:31:49
  see thee, Yet I cannot see thee. A splendor turneth the air about
• 1:31:56
  THEE into a mist. Therefore it beholds me to look me constantly. That
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  custom may grave thy features upon my memory. That is strange. Why,
• 1:32:06
  my Lord, when I had glimpse of thy face, but once it seemeth
• 1:32:11
  years agone, and thou wert riding right swiftly through the streets. I then,
• 1:32:17
  then, oh, pardon me, Philip, draw nearer to her,
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  What hath Fradian dreams sought? The outo, sir, Our alley is too
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  narrow, my lord, my good answered little hot yet not so narrow.
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  But Philip of Mermontes strayed Fida and thy sleep. Lena tempted to rise,
• 1:32:39
  Oh, my lord, Philip, detaining her speak, my Lord, I
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  am still but a weaver's daughter. I love thee. Ay, I love
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  thee. Nay, nay, thou lovest me not dost thou not here I
• 1:32:53
  love THEE? My Lord, thou hast forgot thou couldst not give me all
• 1:32:59
  for awe. Full well, I know that thy fond glance doth fall on
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  one set high above me. Then prithee let me go tis false. My
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  heart is free. Your heaven may hear my vow. I ne'er have loved,
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  but THEE I knew not love till now. Ah. No, it
• 1:33:17
  may not be Thou art too high, too great. I am not fit
• 1:33:23
  to mate with one like THEE. Yet beauty start doth shine above all earthly
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  state. It makes the lowliest great ay, and it makes THEE mine.
• 1:33:33
  Nay, though it gleamed Afar said high in heaven above, in dreaming long
• 1:33:39
  ago, I too had seen a star. And now, ah, now
• 1:33:45
  I know that shining star was love. For here upon thy breast my heart
• 1:33:53
  hath found its rest, Dear Lord, in love for THEE, ever in
• 1:33:59
  love for THEE. For here my life's on quest to find the loveliest of
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  ends. We love in THEE. Ever in love for THEE. From the
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  arcade comes the sound of boisterous mocking laughter. The devil appears in the arcade
• 1:34:15
  with Sata devil as he enters to those who are out of sight. Nay,
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  nay, Sirs, prithee spare them, Philip to the devil, what's
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  taught? Devil coming into the apartment, Sir, Thy good gentlemen, in
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  carelessness of spirit, do make jest of an aged couple Here Sata entering the
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  apartment. Why does the weaver and his dame, Joan and Simon enter from
• 1:34:45
  the arcade, visiting two attendants who attempt to put them back lane running to
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  meet them, Ah, Simon to Philip, Lord, we do entreat thee
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  hither with our daughter, and are mocked at by thy gentlemen, and served
• 1:35:02
  like thieves by these varlets. Philip to the attendants. Begone the attendants withdrawal.
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  Philip to Joan and Simon, what would you not but wait upon our
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  child? Where whither she goes? My Lord, thou seest how tis my
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  father and mother are but poorly clad, which seemeth to render them food for
• 1:35:26
  laughter. I do pray that they too may be given fitting raiment, even
• 1:35:30
  as I, so that we may all dwell in the castle without being shamed,
• 1:35:35
  dwell in castle lane, embracing them joyfully. Yay, Mother, yay,
• 1:35:42
  father, you and I. Laine talks to Joan and Simon apart,
• 1:35:48
  the devil suddenly appears at Philip's elbow. Ha ha ha ah, Sir,
• 1:35:55
  thy mirth is unwelcome, And nay, Sir, I am mum most sympathetic.
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  For truly I perceive what vexation is here. I am not vexed,
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  and not now, sir, when thou art marry yet I vow twould anger
• 1:36:13
  me to see my kitten muling after such a tom and tabby Philip ain Lane
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  askance, sooth tis a fair flower to twine about so rank and common a
• 1:36:25
  bush. Let not thine eyes be reminded of it? Come, sir,
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  shall I aid thee in this business? Thou wilt give me leave to dispose
• 1:36:35
  of these unsightly folk to their comfort and thine own. But with thy purse.
• 1:36:44
  I know not the plan till I have argument with them, But wilt
• 1:36:48
  give me leave? Nay, nay be counseled. Oh how they tumble her?
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  Yea. Then as you list, he turns away and sits upon the
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  throne chair with his head bowed. Devil to Simon and Joan, come waither
• 1:37:09
  hither, good Dame the Lord Philip doth graciously charge me with the care of
• 1:37:15
  you. Follow me, most worthy people. Joan and Simon, bowing lord
• 1:37:20
  to Philip, we thank you, Lane embracing them again, Oh mother Father,
• 1:37:29
  in their ears sweethearts will steal back with you to the alley tomorrow and
• 1:37:34
  help break the loom into a thousand pieces. Come, Come, Come,
• 1:37:40
  The devil takes Simon and Joan away on the left lane, Kneeling before Philip,
• 1:37:45
  my lord, sayest thou my heart doth ache with very joy, bending
• 1:37:51
  over his feet, Oh, my lord, my lord, my lord,
• 1:37:58
  there is the distant sound of a last of trumpets. Philip starting to his
• 1:38:01
  feet remorsefully. Had John enters quickly from the arcade. He and Philip talk
• 1:38:09
  together in low voices, tron to Philip. Here is though that guntram,
• 1:38:15
  I guess approach. Yes, those that happily for lie here tonight that set
• 1:38:24
  out at dawn to join with Duke John and William of Ano at Florines.
• 1:38:31
  I I won't not go forth but a few steps to cry a welcome to
• 1:38:39
  these brave and true lords. Philip, his head averted, see them in
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  their following fitly on it. Sitting at the table, I have no words
• 1:38:49
  for them. There is another, but less distant blast of trumpets. The
• 1:38:56
  devil re enters lightly and whispers to say theo who is by the window,
• 1:39:00
  whereupon she throws open one of the casements and looks out eagerly. Then the
• 1:39:05
  devil beckons to Lane, who has been standing by the throne chair, and
• 1:39:10
  presents her to say that Guntan to Philip, noh has no word for them?
• 1:39:16
  Yet are they to be fitly honored? Ah? But that in the
• 1:39:23
  right for these comers should be welcomed by one as gallant as they. Peace,
• 1:39:30
  Gunson, lest I forget thy hold upon my heart. Nay, pretty
• 1:39:33
  forget that too, that I may forget the love I once had for thee
• 1:39:40
  Philip, seeing the devil and calling to him loudly, Count of Fuscano,
• 1:39:45
  the game again, Come, sir. The devil joins Philip at the table
• 1:39:48
  as the trumpets sound once more. Guntrn to Philip, hark they are near
• 1:39:56
  peace, I say to the devil, playing cards. The Count Genton paces
• 1:40:01
  the apartment in rage and despair. Devil to Philip, Sir, a word
• 1:40:10
  be at thine ease, thou art rid of them? What mean you?
• 1:40:15
  The weaver and his wife, Ah, the man. Are they going eaten?
• 1:40:21
  Now? They are being driven out by your Varlet Why, sir,
• 1:40:26
  I did not charge THEE so far? Nay, sir, not you close
• 1:40:31
  to Philip. But I am apt at the reading of men's thoughts. Say
• 1:40:36
  this suddenly to Layne, drawing her to the window. Look look, Laine,
• 1:40:42
  looking out my mother and father. Look still, Oh, there is
• 1:40:47
  one that strikes at them with a cudgel, Ah, say did gripping her
• 1:40:53
  arm tightly and hissing into her ear. Ye, they are sent forth with
• 1:40:58
  blows. Now thou knowest thyself, knowest what thou hast become fool to expect?
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  What else from thy lord? Thy lord? For sooth thy Lord?
• 1:41:13
  The trumpet sounds, family near at hand, approachein Philip, they are without
• 1:41:19
  wilt not greet them. I am busily employed the devil. Do you face
• 1:41:28
  Nay? Then play and out the night till bedtime with thy new fangled painted
• 1:41:34
  pictures. Devils playthings all to these laws. To tell them how tis with
• 1:41:45
  THEE. I'll tell them what thou wast when I first knew THEE. A
• 1:41:51
  stripling boy in Deeds of Valor nursed here. Yet this vague of beauty came
• 1:41:58
  and slew THEE, and left the thing. Thou art accursed accursed. I
• 1:42:04
  slew THEE, for tis beauty hath bereft us of all we loved, and
• 1:42:10
  he that fills thy place, this craven that the ruined years have left us
• 1:42:16
  bears. But the waxen image of thy face, yea Philip, for thy
• 1:42:23
  soul is dead, that made THEE once fit mate for men, as steadfastmidst
• 1:42:30
  the route that fled thy sword withstood the sursin. Twas there I knew THEE
• 1:42:40
  love THEE. First behold THEE, now accursed accursed. Twas not enough thy
• 1:42:48
  youth should waste and wither beneath Yon eastern Wanson's blighting spell. Nay, though
• 1:42:56
  her charm be spent, yet now comes hither this flaxen toy to lure thy
• 1:43:01
  soul to hell. Whate'er was left of manhood when she found thee Ah none
• 1:43:09
  can say from whence her beauty came? Is hers to win? Her arms
• 1:43:14
  shall wind around THEE, and hers the hide kiss shall end thy shame.
• 1:43:21
  Then drink the poison from her lips. But few short hours are left to
• 1:43:28
  thee. Yea for thy heart's blood drains and drips, and time draws near
• 1:43:35
  to claim his fee. Go fan ye passions lingering flame, or passion's self
• 1:43:45
  shall cry thee shame and trunk goes out on the left, fill up to
• 1:43:50
  the devil who has been holding him back. Raise me shame, my sword,
• 1:43:57
  my sword. He may not live. That speaks word all let me
• 1:44:01
  hence they're all releasing philips heed not while that poor dotted cries tis not to
• 1:44:09
  thee. Thou hast loved prize. Let me go. Hence yet see those
• 1:44:16
  angel eyes are wet with's golding tears. Philippilain, we've not and thou shalt
• 1:44:25
  soon forget these passing fears. Nay, let me go? I must,
• 1:44:30
  I must. My heart is stricken to the dust. Each word is with
• 1:44:33
  the javelin thrust it, pierce it through. Thou shalt not go. I'll
• 1:44:39
  hear no more. I hold thee close shut fast the door. What wouldst
• 1:44:43
  thou do? The devil goes into the arcade and gives orders. The doors
• 1:44:48
  admitting to the arcade are shut by the attendants, and one by one other
• 1:44:53
  doors are heard to close with the clang and rattle. Nay, wert thou
• 1:44:58
  more than all, he said, the art. Yet even so some pity
• 1:45:02
  lingering in thy fallen heart would bid me go. What have I done?
• 1:45:06
  If love for my offense? That love is slain, it cannot hurt thee
• 1:45:12
  more. Then let me hence or end my pain? I kill me,
• 1:45:18
  or should beauty prove my fault. I'll pray to Heaven to make this body
• 1:45:23
  halt and lame again. So thou wilt let me go from whence I came
• 1:45:27
  and hide my head. Thou wilt not, then I too do cry thee
• 1:45:32
  shame twas sooth he said, this is some other lord that bears thy name,
• 1:45:39
  and thou art dead. A pretty peace. Let's be let's be go
• 1:45:44
  take thy way, for thou art free. The doors are opened at his
• 1:45:47
  command, and Lane runs out, leaving Philip overcome with remorse. When she
• 1:45:53
  has gone, he sinks upon a seat and bows his head upon the table,
• 1:45:58
  despairingly said to the devil, she is gone. My bower returns at
• 1:46:05
  last, devil restraining her. Not yet, not yet the memory of her
• 1:46:12
  holds him fast. He shall forget the film, nay, grieve not in
• 1:46:18
  a little while. Thine eyes shall gaze on that sweet isle where first we
• 1:46:24
  met tis there a flowering valley. Smile love's bower's set. I see her
• 1:46:30
  tears, I hear cry twas sooth he said, away away The endraws nigh.
• 1:46:36
  The broken cup of life runs dry. My heart is dead, sat
• 1:46:43
  to the devil. He will not heed what need to stay? All all
• 1:46:47
  is gone? Nay, did not hear that maiden say that now she fain
• 1:46:55
  would fling away? What scarce was one? Thank you? Beauty may be
• 1:47:00
  mine? Yeay, thou shalt taste of life's new wine or magic spell or
• 1:47:06
  gift divine. This maiden's beauty must be thine, and night be done.
• 1:47:15
  Gift divine, This maiden's beauty must be blind, must be mine, and
• 1:47:21
  night be done? Say didn't the devil creep away after lane as they go
• 1:47:28
  and enters from the left, followed by the lords of Throng Valains and three
• 1:47:32
  grim looking warriors in the knights of their retinue lords of cyriled Erlains and San
• 1:47:40
  Savie would seek c Lord Philip then beholding now he that have known him in
• 1:47:47
  the days that were? Say what hath writ that brand upon his brow?
• 1:47:55
  Philip? Right along? Beware and dispent awake, Awake, to him.
• 1:48:13
  See go hence and say, my race as well, and I run from
• 1:48:17
  out this breast. All lust of war has fled ye, shame and fame
• 1:48:23
  and glory. Allah, one go tell them this, that lord is Sot
• 1:48:29
  is dead enough enough from this day forth, whate'er my chance. I know
• 1:48:34
  thee not these withered limbs be little worth. Yet this right arm hath not
• 1:48:41
  forgot its ancient use on on my lords. YEA, though the end of
• 1:48:45
  all be nigh, I'd leave her and meet those rebel swords and serve with
• 1:48:51
  one who dares not die. Philip, peering down the sword which hangs above
• 1:48:57
  the front chair, A lie, my lords, A lie where he's saith
• 1:49:01
  there LIFs No man can boast that he hath seen these eyes are frightened at
• 1:49:05
  the eyes of death. Go tell your liege. I'll greet him at Floren.
• 1:49:12
  Gradually, the knights of Philip's retinue have assembled in the arcade with their
• 1:49:15
  dames. The knights now entered the apartment, while the ladies gather in the
• 1:49:19
  distance. Full of bustling curiosity. Philip turned to his knights, and ye
• 1:49:26
  who serve me, see this sword is drawn that all too long within its
• 1:49:30
  sheath hath Laine. If so you love me, ride with me at dawn,
• 1:49:35
  or meet me not in fellowship again? Who call me coward? Gantran?
• 1:49:42
  It was thou, philipp of Meromont. I know THEE now Lord.
• 1:49:51
  In the Actor two, Scene one, Act two, Scene two, the
• 1:49:58
  Weaver's home again night time. The table upon which a lamp burns feebly,
• 1:50:02
  now stands by the window. The shutters are closed and barred. Lightning is
• 1:50:09
  seen through the window in the loft, and distant thunder is heard. The
• 1:50:13
  door leading to the alley is undone from without, and Joan and Simon enter.
• 1:50:17
  Do they still follow? Nay? They pursued us no further than the
• 1:50:23
  mouth of the alley. Then twas the echo of our own footsteps that frightened
• 1:50:28
  me. Simon fastening the door, malice, and on the knaves and upon
• 1:50:32
  the base, Lord, they serve, why do you do up to the
• 1:50:36
  door, good man? Shall we rest in peace while her child remaineth in
• 1:50:40
  the castle, Simon coming to her? Nay, but tis no work for
• 1:50:45
  THEE. Keep thou within, And when I have regained my breath, I
• 1:50:50
  will creep back to the castle through the shadows. Joan clinging to him,
• 1:50:58
  they will surely beat thee again. I feel not save that our little maid
• 1:51:02
  is stolen. Saints, forgive me, thou dost not believe she have been
• 1:51:08
  party to this cruelty, Wife, Joan, weeping. I know not what
• 1:51:13
  to say. Did you not hear her entreat that we might be well cared
• 1:51:18
  for? Sooth? So did I? And prettily it was spoke. This
• 1:51:24
  is but a scurvy trick of this lord's to be rid of us. But
• 1:51:29
  bolts and chains will not hold her once she learns how we have been misused.
• 1:51:36
  Buss me, wife, and let me go forth, Joan, listening
• 1:51:42
  histed. The alley is quiet, tis neighbor grimaulds magpie that has broken its
• 1:51:47
  cage once more, and is beating its wings against our shutters. Lightning again
• 1:51:53
  and a sharper peal of thunder. Simon opens the door and Lane enter swiftly.
• 1:51:58
  She is still in her rich What is carrying a poor looking bumble?
• 1:52:02
  Tis she tis she our little vane mother? Mother. The flood is out,
• 1:52:09
  the night is wild. How came you through the blinding rain? Tis
• 1:52:15
  Heaven hath sent us back our child? Then weep not thou art home again?
• 1:52:18
  Mother, Mother, hush, think no more of what is past.
• 1:52:23
  Enough that thou art safe at last, not safe, not safe. I
• 1:52:28
  may not rest the while this stone doth tear and chafe my wounded breast.
• 1:52:32
  Oh which we're gone. Yay that were best, mother, Mother. Then
• 1:52:40
  let me cast away the snare that made my lord to use me ill.
• 1:52:44
  For all the past still lingers there. My heart is scored and aching.
• 1:52:48
  Still stay, Stay, hold fast to what is there. Though this false
• 1:52:55
  lord hath used the ill that now is past. Still thou art fair,
• 1:53:01
  and in life's reward awaits THEE. Still I truly all are not as he
• 1:53:08
  thy beauty still remains to THEE Beauty Ah. Let that beauty go. Twas
• 1:53:13
  beauty brought Lord Philip Low, whose spirit once had soared so high, tis
• 1:53:18
  beauty that hath wrought my woe. Dear Mother Mary, hear my cry,
• 1:53:25
  take it away away. It breeds not joy but sorrow. Those seeming fair
• 1:53:30
  today tis false. Tomorrow twas death not life that came when beauty first was
• 1:53:36
  born. It brings not love but shame and hate and scorn. Once more,
• 1:53:44
  I fain would be crooked has when today I knelt and prayed to THEE
• 1:53:48
  Ah take this thing away, away, away. She tears open her dress,
• 1:53:56
  removes the stone from about her neck, and casts it upon the ground
• 1:54:00
  to their feet. Then, covering her face with her hands, she rushes
• 1:54:03
  away into her bedchamber. Joan and Simon at the door of Lane's room.
• 1:54:09
  Lane wench hath fastened up her door against us. Simon leaving the door,
• 1:54:15
  Nay, then let her bide. The heart lightens when the tears flow,
• 1:54:23
  Joan joining him, Grammercy, our poor child will be ugly again. True,
• 1:54:29
  Yet what matters that she was happier as she was? It would seem
• 1:54:35
  aye am more secure as she saith. And when you think on it,
• 1:54:41
  she wasn'ar ugly to us she ugly. The word was thine peace, your
• 1:54:47
  mind wanders my man, looking down at the stone. How shall we deal
• 1:54:53
  with the stone? The friar maybe miles away here now, Simon stooping to
• 1:54:58
  pick it up. Let us hide it, Joan, arresting his arm.
• 1:55:01
  Nay, touch it not why she called it a cursed a curse it it
• 1:55:08
  cannot be when it is the holiest of relics. After some hesitation, he
• 1:55:15
  picks it up. Joan in fear hold it further from me, Simon gazing
• 1:55:21
  at the stone, blessed Saint Luke tis of a ruddy, generous color.
• 1:55:30
  Joan regaining courage. Yeah, so tis Simon, glancing at the lane's door.
• 1:55:35
  The foolish wench. The Joan beshrew me. It's not a pity to
• 1:55:43
  waste it. What mean you, though it hath wrought ill to one,
• 1:55:47
  doth it follow twit so harm another beauty? Bringeth shame? Quoth she I
• 1:55:56
  upon a maid, because twill encourage on right just love. Yet it could
• 1:56:00
  bring no shame to THEE, to me to THEE. For thou art a
• 1:56:08
  wife, and the love I still bear THEE is righteous enough. Heaven knows,
• 1:56:15
  Simon, why thy heart is not warm for me after these years?
• 1:56:19
  Sooth I am but ill humored with THEE from sheer weariness of body, Joan
• 1:56:28
  embracing him, Oh, my man, my man, Aye, In all
• 1:56:32
  my troubles, I have ne'er lacked friend. With THEE by my side,
• 1:56:40
  Heaven bless THEE. Oft have we come near starving together? Yet today I
• 1:56:44
  am glad I went THEE. Joan, take thou the stone and let me
• 1:56:49
  see again the buxom lass I courted years agone at Zolden. Nay, rather
• 1:56:57
  let me see the comely lad who would walk out from Freda and on Sunday
• 1:57:00
  with a bunch of flowers in his hand. Dost remember we were four,
• 1:57:04
  I and my girl mates. And now didst choose me? So did I?
• 1:57:11
  Ha? Ha me quick? Hang now the stone around thy neck?
• 1:57:15
  Not I to see THEE as thou wert would straighten me and ease my creaking
• 1:57:21
  bones. Take it, old love tis for THEE, nay, sweetheart,
• 1:57:29
  for THEE. For THEE. I would see a maid who dwells in Zolden.
• 1:57:34
  Her eyes are soft as moonlight on the mere. The spring hath fled,
• 1:57:42
  the ripened year terms golden? Shall I win her air the waning of
• 1:57:48
  the year. The reaping folk pass homeward by the fountain. What is it
• 1:57:56
  then that calls me from the dell? What bids me climb the path beside
• 1:58:01
  the mountain to the down beyond the sheepfold? Who can tell? Then?
• 1:58:09
  Take it? For this magic stone hath power to change THEE to the fairest.
• 1:58:15
  Yet to me, thou wert fairest as I knew THEE in that hour
• 1:58:21
  when a maiden dwelt in zolten. Ah. Take it tis for THEE.
• 1:58:29
  I would see a youth who come from Freeden. He is straight than the
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  mountain, pine trees grow. Gossips say, he comes to woo a maiden.
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  So the gossip say, but can they now? Three laughing maids are
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  in the hollow. Yet none will set him straight upon his way. Nay,
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  soft, for he has found pots of hollow. He is coming,
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  little heart. What will he say? Then? Take it? For this
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  magic stone has power to change THEE to the fairest yet to met Ferris when
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  I knew THEE in that hour when a youth came from Prayden. I take
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  it tis for THEE tenderly. Joan adjusts the cord about Simon's neck so that
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  the stone falls upon his bare breast. Then there is another flash of lightning,
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  followed by a loud roll of thunder. Joan, clinging to Simon,
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  saints fear not. Joan, glancing up at the loft, The lightning twill
• 1:59:27
  strike us where we stand? Why should it seek us out? That are
• 1:59:31
  the rats of the town lightning again? Ah, We'll close the door of
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  the loft. He goes up the steps laboriously and enters the loft. Joan
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  at the foot of the steps. PRETHEE have a care for thyself, twould
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  break my heart in twain did not befall thee. There is a still bighter
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  flash of lightning and the crash of some heavy object falling in the alley.
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  Joan running to the door and opening it. Blessed Virgin Simon reappears, dragging
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  the door of the loft after him. He makes the door fast and descends
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  the steps slowly and painfully. There is another peal of thunder. Joan at
• 2:00:14
  the door, peering out. The lightning hath struck the sign and brought it
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  to the ground, Holy Mother, protect us. It hath hung there for
• 2:00:20
  full eighteen years since the day our Lane was born. Lane returns. She
• 2:00:26
  has resumed her old apparel. Her face, which is once more enclosed in
• 2:00:30
  her little cap, is again pinched and sickly. Her shoulder is humped,
• 2:00:34
  and as before, she hobbles with the aid of her crutch Mother the storm.
• 2:00:42
  It frightens me Joan coming to her, Oh to see thee bowed and
• 2:00:46
  twisted again today, thou wert as straight as poplar, Simon, our child.
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  Joan and Simon embrace her. Nay DearS hate me not. What horrid
• 2:00:59
  noise was that the sign has been struck by lightning and has fallen. Husband,
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  go drag it in lest our neighbors break their shins upon it. Simon
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  goes out, Mother, the sign is heavy and father is old and weak.
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  Let us go help him. Stay you here, pulling to Simon,
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  Simon, my man, let me aid thee at the door, starting back,
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  Ah, Simon without in the ringing voice of youth, nay, I
• 2:01:27
  need no aid. Lo. He re enters, carried lightly the fallen sign,
• 2:01:32
  a weighty piece of twisted metal works. His face is handsome, fresh
• 2:01:38
  colored and beardless, his hair dark and thick, his body erect and lisened.
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  Oh, Holy Saint Jude. Simon Simon, throwing the sign down,
• 2:01:48
  wife, daughter, father, Blessed be the saints, Helene, guess ye
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  not. He wears the sacred stone upon his breast, embracing my lad,
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  my lad. The devil appears at the open door. Hmm, how fortunately
• 2:02:10
  the family is still up and about you mean to Sada hissed. Seda appears
• 2:02:17
  and titters the room. Where is the mind upon whom beauty has fallen?
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  So wondrously? Lane presenting herself Madam thou, why thou crooked thing? Thou
• 2:02:32
  art not the wheeler's daughter. She I saw an hour agone even I devil
• 2:02:40
  at Sata's elbow in her ear. She hath lost her beauty as she found
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  it in a hurry. Truly, this is but unholy magic. Seda turney
• 2:02:51
  from lane, What unnatural jugglery is here? She comes face to face with
• 2:02:58
  Simon, who is gazing at her with rapture. Lady, what thou Simon
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  Lamal the weaver, the old man that was lately driven from the castle.
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  Old I was but looking into her face entranced, Lady, I am young
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  devil to Seda, as before mischief take him? Why he hath gained possession
• 2:03:27
  of a charm? Then does mine? Indeed, my fading beauty had still
• 2:03:33
  enough power to coax the mystery out of this common fellow. I promise thee
• 2:03:40
  joan to Simon aloud, clutching his arm, Simon, why do you fix
• 2:03:45
  your eyes thus upon the lady Sadah, Simon shaking joan off. Hence begone
• 2:03:51
  to Edah. Saints, how fair thou art, devil? To Sada,
• 2:03:59
  haste hay steee use thy cunning do not waste the hours that fly time is
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  running, night is waning, use thy feigning, dawn is nigh. Tis
• 2:04:12
  her beauty doth and stare him not he hears all we say, lady,
• 2:04:17
  then in pity, spare him speak, oh speak, and bid him stay.
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  To Simon Weaver, hear me, wouldst thou wonder evan yamy till the
• 2:04:30
  day rising yonder through the gloaming finds thee roaming far away. See those eyes
• 2:04:38
  his eyes and chaining nothing Now his heart can consider not. He recks Spark,
• 2:04:45
  complaining all his thought is bent on her. Simon to say, onward,
• 2:04:53
  onward, I will follow sea word, sun word, still, thy
• 2:04:58
  slave, So the hollow earth should thunder, though the thunder roar and rave
• 2:05:06
  all in vain. He will not hearken Sunward, he will roam. Day
• 2:05:13
  shall dawn, and night shall darken. Harry's heart shall lead him home.
• 2:05:18
  Seta goes out at the door, drawing Simon after her with an enticing look.
• 2:05:25
  Down and Lane would follow, but the devil laughingly wards them back and
• 2:05:29
  closes the door in their faces. There is a final peal of thunder in
• 2:05:33
  the scene two. Scene three. A space of uneven ground lying between the
• 2:05:40
  castle and the north gate of Merrilmouth. On the right, a road winds
• 2:05:44
  up to the castle, which is seen perched upon an imminence, and on
• 2:05:47
  the left stand the gate and a portion of the town wall. Across the
• 2:05:51
  scene, in the middle distance runs a ridge of rocky earth, broken on
• 2:05:56
  the left by the opening to a pathway, and beyond the ridge is shown
• 2:06:00
  a wide, expansive country. It is done the devil, squatting upon the
• 2:06:05
  ridge, is looking out into the open country. Jacqueline, with weary steps,
• 2:06:11
  comes along the pathway. Ah, welcome the Rojacques has capta thy watch.
• 2:06:18
  Oh yes, master, all the night through come a count. Well
• 2:06:26
  as thou didst bid me. I did go after the lady, saidah,
• 2:06:30
  and the poor youth you ha. They did not perceive thee not they I
• 2:06:38
  cared for that. Whither went they through the town, she enforcing him by
• 2:06:45
  a crook of the finger, he following with fixed iron and open mouth,
• 2:06:49
  like one planet struck. And at last came they to the south gate,
• 2:06:54
  And there she did link her arm with his, and did lead him forth
• 2:06:58
  into the meadows, and until she espied a penthouse under the east wall,
• 2:07:02
  warm and dry and overborne with climbing flowers, And when she had made him
• 2:07:08
  sit therein she did creep close to him, first bidding him, then entreating
• 2:07:14
  him to yield his secret, his secret, Render me thy secret, cried
• 2:07:20
  she, Oh, render me thy secret. And again, when he refused
• 2:07:26
  her with tears, still she cried, give me up thy secret. And
• 2:07:30
  so the black hours grew gray and the dawn showed rose yellow. Whereupon,
• 2:07:35
  unsatisfied, she left him, and I ran hither to thee prithee, let
• 2:07:42
  me to bed, dear master bed. Why thou didst promise me an easy
• 2:07:47
  life? Shall sleep anon lazy bones when his merry coil is ended? Catching
• 2:07:55
  her as she staggers from fatigue, Why nay, sing, dance, drink,
• 2:08:01
  guzzle, pinching her arm, But keep thine eyes open at need,
• 2:08:07
  and ye would please me, ah thy nails, I I will please thee
• 2:08:15
  dear master. We wet with dance, Jacqueline and the devil Jacqueline, struggling
• 2:08:20
  against her drowsiness, up and down and through the town, out of the
• 2:08:26
  gate and across the meats. Hither and thither he recks, not whither he
• 2:08:31
  needs, must follow wherever she leads. Yet, oh, he sighed as
• 2:08:35
  ever she cried, Now, say what magic hath made thee fair? In
• 2:08:41
  sooth, sweet dame, how this beauty came? Though I fain would tell
• 2:08:46
  thee, I may not there Develin and Jacqueline have been said in Simon,
• 2:08:52
  thou ar she, and I am she. For so she beckoned, and
• 2:08:56
  so he came, through fire and water. He would sought her with jaws
• 2:09:01
  agape, and with eyes aflame on and on till one by one the pale
• 2:09:07
  stars flickered and fled away. With eyes and trancing, she let him dancing
• 2:09:13
  beyond the river and through the hay. Yet still he sighed, as ever
• 2:09:18
  she cried, whence came thy beauty. Oh tell me, true, nay,
• 2:09:24
  how it befell. I am loath to tell, for none may know
• 2:09:28
  how this wonder grew. I am he, and thou art she. For
• 2:09:33
  so he followed where'er she led, She crooked her finger. He dared not
• 2:09:39
  linger. Though day was dawning, and night had fled in and out and
• 2:09:43
  round about. She led him at last to that hidden bower, and there
• 2:09:48
  was pressing and soft caressing. She wooed him fondly for all an hour.
• 2:09:54
  But though she sighed, yet ever he cried, how came this beauty?
• 2:10:00
  I may not say. Then up she leapt, and away she stepped.
• 2:10:05
  Enough, false lover, Then go thy way, thou art, she oh,
• 2:10:11
  let me be. The way from the valley is long and steep,
• 2:10:16
  nay, faster, faster, good, my master, My feet are wary.
• 2:10:22
  I needs must sleep. Jacqueline sinks to the ground, overcome by slumber,
• 2:10:28
  while the devil continues the dance. Artful weaver would deceive her. Nay,
• 2:10:37
  but her beauty shall make thee moan till all forsaken. Thy heart shall
• 2:10:43
  waken, and then the devil shall claim his own. Seta appears, entering
• 2:10:50
  by the pathway. The sun has now got up, brightening the landscape.
• 2:10:54
  Sweet lady, the fool is obstinate, lack. He doth whine and moan
• 2:11:03
  and declare that to confess his secret what put him into danger of losing the
• 2:11:09
  very gift that hath procured him? My favor, my favor, my hate.
• 2:11:16
  Nay, hide you that take him to the castle, give him further
• 2:11:22
  appetite for your kisses, yet starve him by persistent denial, and ere a
• 2:11:28
  week has sped well, I have oft heard what woman can do in my
• 2:11:33
  country. To the castle, I, sirck count, forget here the Lord
• 2:11:41
  Philip, ah, you know not? From the castle comes the sound of
• 2:11:46
  a prolonged blast of buffets. Why do the trumpets sound? Gontrund decked for
• 2:11:52
  war? Some knights who are also in armor and a standard bearer with a
• 2:11:56
  standard enter from the road leading to the castle and cross to the town gate,
• 2:12:01
  where they knock violently. Jacqueline wakes, rises and creeps away up to
• 2:12:07
  the castle. Contran what is it? What is madam? Why nought but
• 2:12:13
  that Philip of Merlmont, half of a sudden lost his taste for lollipops,
• 2:12:20
  and is a man once more, Sir guntan knocking, oh, gatekeeper,
• 2:12:28
  rub the sleep from thine eyes to the standard bearer. Unfor all thy standard
• 2:12:35
  knave, said yay, by Saint Luke, we are for charging all true
• 2:12:43
  citizens to throw down their tools of trade and follow their new wacant lord.
• 2:12:50
  What keeper? The clank of James is heard, and the sound of the
• 2:12:56
  lifting of the port culis follow whither too, mastrict to do battle for the
• 2:13:03
  Prince Bishop. To the knights, cry Philip, Philip of Merlmont, seizing
• 2:13:13
  the standard, the lion of flounders. Philip, the Lion, Guntron,
• 2:13:24
  the Knights, and the standard bearer pass through the town gate, Devil to
• 2:13:28
  say that, see ye now, what is to hinder THEE from holding a
• 2:13:35
  new lover snug to thy side to mas street, Philip aye, And when
• 2:13:41
  he returns warm with victory, tis thy beauty freshened by the magic charm,
• 2:13:48
  the weaver shall yield. Ye will draw him to thee again. The town
• 2:13:54
  builds ring out. Simon enters from the pathway and stands ahed like in a
• 2:14:03
  flower, giving it to him for thee. Simon. The morning dew lies
• 2:14:07
  upon it and upon me, lady. You pardon me that do I,
• 2:14:16
  and woll count me thy slave? And lemen, nay, that cannot be,
• 2:14:22
  For I have perceived thou lovest me not dearer than I do love this
• 2:14:28
  earth that springs anew beneath my feet. Why then, to love is to
• 2:14:35
  yield. Therefore give me up thy secret. I cannot. I cannot quit
• 2:14:43
  my side then, and knock no more at my heart. I knew not
• 2:14:48
  man could be so cruel. Joan and Lane entered through the gate searching for
• 2:14:54
  Simon. Joan Tilane he is here approaching Simon husband Lain, going to Simon
• 2:15:03
  father Simon, waving them from him away. I am thy wife, I
• 2:15:09
  thy daughter, get ye gone, I say the trumpets sown near at hand,
• 2:15:16
  and Philip enters from the castle, accompanied by the rest of his knights
• 2:15:18
  and the lords of Sorrow Lilaines in Saint Save and their knights a or in
• 2:15:24
  war. Ray Seda intercepted Philp speaking into his ear, Philim, farewell,
• 2:15:31
  Nay, not farewell. I have said it, Sedah, Beauty and love
• 2:15:37
  hath held me in soft embrace so long. No more farewell but a little
• 2:15:41
  while. And thou shalt kiss that word from my memory, Philim, thou
• 2:15:48
  dost deceive thyself. I I tell THEE thou hast not wearied of beauty,
• 2:15:56
  wilt never weary of it. For the nuns tis beauty that had fled from
• 2:16:01
  thy side in his art liszt. When thou rettanst, I will show THEE
• 2:16:09
  such beauty in myself as will make thy innermost sort drunk with love again,
• 2:16:16
  Sada, by all thy saints. I swear it. There are cries without
• 2:16:22
  the Philip Amirolma a good trun and his companion's returned. A crowd of townspeople
• 2:16:28
  follow headed by Nicholas and the aldermen. There he stands that Lord Jeanie,
• 2:16:35
  in the days of your stout of heart and brave and true. See he
• 2:16:41
  dreams no more vainly as shall Beauty sue all her reign is? Or say,
• 2:16:48
  then does Flanders need us tims, Lord Philip, that shall lead us
• 2:16:56
  here as hereto for hail the lord land men of Mermont. No longer wrapped
• 2:17:07
  in heedless dreams of sense, sleeps his heart for clearer, stronger sounds cry
• 2:17:13
  that calls me. Hence stayed our beauty's fond caresses, broken eyes, love's
• 2:17:18
  silken shane, where the shock of battle presses. I would lead thee fourth
• 2:17:24
  again, let us on where a loud, out ringing war was acclaimed,
• 2:17:28
  or thrend the air. Let us hence, though death be winging every blow
• 2:17:33
  that waits me there? Say he, then that I am dreaming nay.
• 2:17:39
  Lord Philip wakes at last, look where yonder sun is gleaming day is,
• 2:17:43
  dawning night is past. John and Lane approached Philip, My lord, what
• 2:17:50
  would you good? My lord? My father? I am not he poor
• 2:17:56
  cripples stand apart, who are about? Philip lay hands upon Lane and joan,
• 2:18:03
  nay nay in pity. Hear me, there is one who, by
• 2:18:07
  the enchantment of her beauty, holds my father as her slave. Ah,
• 2:18:13
  go not forth till thou hast set him free. Yeah, give him back
• 2:18:16
  to them that love him. Look on me, my lord. Dost thou
• 2:18:20
  not know me? Nay not I in faith? What gossip's tale is this?
• 2:18:26
  Taking a purse from his pouch? Go get the hens, rowing her
• 2:18:31
  the purse, and buy the a new crutch. Oh oh, Philip to
• 2:18:37
  the townspeople. Onto the marketplace, the citizens around Philip and Lane, while
• 2:18:43
  Jonas wept aside in the tumult. Philip is mounted upon the shoulder of two
• 2:18:48
  of the townsmen. Hey to the Lord of our land. Philip tail forth
• 2:18:54
  from the anvel, loom up from the depths of the rail, hither we
• 2:18:58
  come, reading call he maybe fall, fearless heart, Even though death be
• 2:19:07
  thy foe, thou shalt falter nor fail the Lord our land Philip Marlan hel.
• 2:19:13
  The citizens, bearing Philip and singing as they go, pass through the
• 2:19:18
  town gate, headed by Guntran and Nicholas, and followed by the lords of
• 2:19:20
  cerol Belt and Saint Seville and the knights and pages. As the crowd disperses,
• 2:19:26
  Lane is discovered lying upon the ground, trampled on and senseless. With
• 2:19:31
  a cry. Joan rushes to her and kneels by her side. At the
• 2:19:37
  same moment, Seda is seen going towards the castle, beckoning Simon, who
• 2:19:41
  follows her with outstretched arms. Joan turns to them and raises her head to
• 2:19:46
  heaven in malediction. The devil looks on approvingly. The voices of the citizens
• 2:19:52
  are heard in the distance, growing fainter and fainter as the curtain falls.
• 2:19:58
  End of Act two, Act three. A scene one a terrace of the
• 2:20:03
  castle, and the center stands an ample cushioned seat. On the right and
• 2:20:09
  left is an archway, and at the back from one archway to the other
• 2:20:13
  runs of balustrade, from which spring pillars supporting the roof. Beyond is a
• 2:20:18
  view of the wall and town of Merylmonk. A scene from a height.
• 2:20:22
  The sun shines hotly from without, as if from sub distance below the castle,
• 2:20:30
  comes the sound of Lane's voice an hour agone twist the moon that shone
• 2:20:37
  oh for the moon on the city wall. But the night is done,
• 2:20:41
  and now one by one. The banners are set afloat in the sun.
• 2:20:46
  Oh for the sun on the city wall yet night and day. I kneel
• 2:20:50
  and pray at the foot of the castle stair. Then tell me I pray
• 2:20:56
  ye gallants gay ah, tell me lady's fair If your lord should chance to
• 2:21:03
  write this way, would he list to a poor maid's prayer? During the
• 2:21:09
  song, the Seneschal enters from the right. Attacked by the voice, he
• 2:21:13
  goes to the balustrade and looks down at the singer. Seneschal as the song
• 2:21:18
  ceases. He's a crippled being a maid? Why comes she hesitating her song?
• 2:21:24
  Moon after moon? Getchi within the town, foolish wench with I piping
• 2:21:31
  will not be lost in air. From the left, Seda and Simon enter.
• 2:21:35
  An angry frown is upon her face, but lover like he follows her
• 2:21:39
  patiently and wistfully. Simon is now appareled richly in a habit becoming a young
• 2:21:46
  man. The Seneschal eye them under his brows, bows and prepares to depart.
• 2:21:52
  Seda to the Seneschal stay. Some bustle is to it in the town.
• 2:21:58
  SEEKI the cause, I will, madam. He goes out on the
• 2:22:03
  left, Sedah, sitting wearily. Yere is heavy? Is it? Not?
• 2:22:11
  To me? Tis pleasing? Save when you look harshly upon me.
• 2:22:16
  Thou knowest I regard THEE with some liking, with some liking yesterday, twas
• 2:22:24
  with some love this morn tis with some liking tomorrow. Perchance twill be with
• 2:22:31
  a little loathing sitting beside her. Alack you alter with each hour? Tell
• 2:22:39
  me thy secret, Simon, and I will be steadfast evermore. I cannot
• 2:22:46
  bah, how oft have I besought THEE to trust me? And how oft
• 2:22:50
  hast thou replied, I cannot? I cannot You would I trust? Dared?
• 2:22:58
  I trust mortal, raising apprehensively, But there is the Holy Friar's warning
• 2:23:05
  against it. He recked not of one loving THEE as I do, For
• 2:23:09
  indeed I find I do love Thee, Simon, Simon, throwing himself upon
• 2:23:16
  his knees before her, Oh, lady Lady Seda bending over him. Therefore
• 2:23:24
  give me for trust the lightest inkling of thy secret. Trust me. Oh,
• 2:23:31
  go pity me, Siedah, thrusting him from her. Nay, then
• 2:23:37
  go Simon, clinging to her, sweet Madam, This much will I tell
• 2:23:46
  Ah the miracle is wrought by the possession of a sacred relic that will advantage
• 2:23:54
  only its owner. Say to her arms about him, yea, say on,
• 2:24:01
  dear love, no more lo I stoop to kiss Thine hands will light
• 2:24:09
  this relic that will I never reveal. Takest thou me for a thief.
• 2:24:18
  I do fear even the rush of the wind, lest it strip me of
• 2:24:22
  my holy treasure. What dost thou bear it upon thee Nay thou? Dost
• 2:24:33
  Maine's voice is again heard. The white moon lay on the ruined hay,
• 2:24:39
  white as a shroud on the city wall. Though they cried him nay,
• 2:24:43
  Yet he went his way. For all their sign he would not stay.
• 2:24:48
  Oh for the moon on the city wall. Then tell him, I pray
• 2:24:54
  ye gallants gay Ah, tell him, ye ladies fair. There is one
• 2:25:00
  doth wait by the castle gate at the foot of the castle stair, and
• 2:25:05
  she cries, Alac, come back, come back, aw, Why doth
• 2:25:09
  he linger there? List This is but a beggar maid that sings daily under
• 2:25:16
  the castle wall. Simon rising and looking down at Satah guiltfully, Lady Saedah,
• 2:25:24
  avoiding his gains. I Simon, his head bowed This beggar maid is
• 2:25:33
  the daughter of old Simon lemal the weaver, the daughter of the man I
• 2:25:39
  was ere I became conscience stricken, saints, what am I sata? Rising
• 2:25:48
  head embracing him my lover, my lover, Simon, repelling her gently.
• 2:25:56
  The song of the beggar maid oppresses me. Thinks not of her now in
• 2:26:03
  the hour of our love. Fling her gold, that have I done?
• 2:26:07
  And she renders it back to the warder at the castle gate. Tis not
• 2:26:13
  gold? She begs, poor wench, poor wench. He looks over the
• 2:26:20
  balustrade. Whilseda taps her foot upon the ground impatiently. The song ceases,
• 2:26:26
  Simon, turning to her, lady, you speak sooth. The air is
• 2:26:33
  heavy. The seneschal returns, Madam, say you, there has ridden one
• 2:26:41
  into the town, telling how that, upon the coming of the Duke of
• 2:26:45
  Burgundy in the count of Heinault, the rebel lord of Perils, did raise
• 2:26:50
  the siege of Maastricht and follow back upon liege Hah, and that there a
• 2:26:56
  great and victorious battle has been fought. Victorious advancing to him, my Lord
• 2:27:03
  of Merlamont returns triumphant. The town buzzes. The talk of his gallantry,
• 2:27:09
  and even now gathers an assemblage in the market place to greet him honorably triumphant
• 2:27:16
  at what eyes he looked for? Madam? At noon? The Cynosol goes
• 2:27:22
  out on the left, said it to herself, triumphant, and returned already
• 2:27:31
  Simon approaching her gloomily. The Lord of Merlamant is for home. Then am
• 2:27:39
  I banished from thy side? Sweet, I will plot to keep thee nammy.
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  Come. There is still a little time from noon, and the sun
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  is hot. Let us while we may go within and TwixT, sleeping and
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  waking, whisper promises of love, Da Seda drawing back, Stay, but
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  first show me this holy relic that thou hast upon thee. Simon disclosing the
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  stone, tit here come. They go off together on the right, her
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  fingers toying with the cord from which hangs the beauty stone. As they go,
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  the devil watching them steals on from the left, followed by Jacqueline,
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  who is carrying a lute. Jacqueline is now very gentle and maidenly devil to
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  himself. At last, I thought my jest had run it. Course,
• 2:28:43
  the booby was so prudent to Jacqueline. Little Jacques. Jacqueline, approaching him
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  with downcast eyes, call you me, sir, see you yon couple.
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  I what make they love? I ween true love? Ha ha ha ha.
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  Why my lady sayeda and the pretty youth. And while the Lord Philip
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  is away at the wars, Oh shame walking away, I will look no
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  more, Hm, I had forgot you are a girl, Jacques. They're
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  surprising too, how modest ye are remembering ye as I found ye? Lo
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  they have shut themselves within. You may turn your blushing face hitherwood, Jacqueline,
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  returning to him. Oh, do not scoff at me, dear master
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  devil with a grimace, dear master, dear puling sighing, bleating sheep,
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  For so you are become, oh pretty devil, sitting gazing in the direction
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  in wit Seda and Simon have departed. Bah strike thy eludeant sing sing me
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  a strain with mischief in it? Nay, I know no such strain.
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  I fear me. I have lost appetite for mischief. Master sing Dixon,
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  sing ah, why dost sigh and moan ah why ah? Why mad Mary
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  Jacqueline that danced from morn till even goodbye, goodbye, yea for all mirth
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  hath flown, the strings have all one tone? Ah? Why ah?
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  Why devil not hitting Jacqueline to himself, Haste thyida, haste thy lord's homecoming
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  withwart thee, and thou dost not use dispatch. Jacqueline seats herself upon the
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  ground near the devil. It is salute that sings, not I, not
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  I mess some sleeping heart that once had felt love? Smart doth wake and
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  cry? Nay heark this love's own wings that fen the trembling strings. Not
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  I, not I, devil turning to Jacqueline, looking down upon her with
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  dispace. Why what ist you sing of love? Master love? Yeah,
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  master of what degree? Pure love? Sir? Faithful love? Who has
• 2:31:37
  learned? Ye? The song none? Whence comes it methinks from my heart,
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  your heart, your baggage with whom are you smitten? See your verture,
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  face with whom with whom jumping up? Why you misbegot a little troll?
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  Ere I made you my page. You declare you hated men as such?
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  Beckel and rising, so did I. And now the name of the
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  name his title, Oh sir ah grasping her wrists, tis I mercy thy
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  nails, tis I speak, pardon speak, Master. When I promised THEE
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  I could never love men, then then then then a man had never become
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  for Jacqueline's master, devil, flinging her aside and pacing to and fro enraged,
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  ha hoo ooh ooh, poor, pardon me, oh, pardon me.
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  I do desire not but to serve THEE humbly and faithfully till death the
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  gone. I am weary of THEE. I took ye, fed ye clothe
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  THEE, that thou shouldst be merry, mischievous and spiteful. And now thou
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  art sick with pure, honest, maidenly devotion. Pier fleeing her lute over
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  the balustrade, go back to thy foul stable. Nay, let me stay,
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  sir, rummage beneath the straw, there lie thy rags where thou didstow
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  them. Master, I will not leave thee wilt not. Pointing to the
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  left, to thy rags, to thy stable, she departs unsteadily. From
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  the right comes the sound of Simon's voice, calling piteously upon Sada, devil.
• 2:33:50
  Listening, Ah, Seda enters and stands facing the devil. Triumphantly,
• 2:33:58
  He has cast away her utter robe and is clad wholly in a white Her
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  hair streams luxuriantly to her waist, and upon her face is the look of
• 2:34:07
  fresh, virginal beauty. Mine mine at last, for a vanquished slave be
• 2:34:15
  gone, Say you, my lord hath conquered. Look on me. That
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  fading wreath of laurel he hath won, vies not with beauty's crown of victory.
• 2:34:26
  What laggards died? Doth carry Lord Philip home to day Ah? Wherefore
• 2:34:33
  doth he tarry so long upon the way, knew he that Beauty's flower refashioned
• 2:34:39
  waits him Here? Methinks each fleeting are would seem a lingering here, Ride
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  on, my lord, Ride on, Ride on, and thou shalt find
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  cheeks of whitest snow, where reddest roses grow, or mounds of molded pearl
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  eyes of darkest jet, rimmed round with violet tresses that and furl like banners
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  in the wind, whereon the sun hath shone. Ride on, my lord,
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  Ride on, Nay, though the crowd be thronging to kiss thy finger
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  tips, ride on. These lips are longing sweet love to greet thy lips
• 2:35:20
  and gird that soared, thou barest, cast the laurel from thy brow.
• 2:35:26
  Those eyes that sought the fairest shall behold the fairest. Now Simon enters again,
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  A feeble, broken old man SAYEDA presume no more thou vile old man,
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  devil, leading him across to the left, old gentleman, take a
• 2:35:50
  friend's counsel, change thy garb, and get thee thy loom again without moral
• 2:35:54
  ado, lady, hen or the cry of witchcraft shall be raised against thee.
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  Hence vagabond, Hence impostor. Ha ha ha ha ha. Simon staggers
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  away on the left. Puppets sound without, and there's the noise of tramping
• 2:36:16
  feet and of the clatter of armor. He comes, My lord comes,
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  devil, glancing over the balustade. Aye, truly, so do I reap
• 2:36:28
  my triumph in the hour of his triumph. So does my victory crown his
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  victory. So shall my newfound beauty be as the gay flower the war weary
• 2:36:39
  soldier plucks and weighs in his helm. Aye. And this fellow shall stoop
• 2:36:45
  to pluck it too, stoop, cring, crawl, sircount. I do
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  thank THEE for thy service. Ah prithee stand aside. Philip and Guntran enter
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  from the left. Philip, leaning upon good run and with his disengaged hand,
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  feeling his way helplessly. His cask is off and a bandage is over
• 2:37:09
  his eyes. His knights and the standard bearer carrying a torn standard to follow
• 2:37:15
  slowly, all are still in armor, which is now dnted and rusty.
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  Philip, who speaks desire, saida seta strip the cloth from thine eyes.
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  Look at me, I cannot I am blind, Oh nay, madam,
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  tis time for rejoicing by sent beave on. But my lord Philip was the
• 2:37:46
  first to break the rebel ranks at liege as for his eyes, that for
• 2:37:54
  their cursed sulfur and pitch that hath seared them. Why, as they know,
• 2:38:00
  it's a man's eyes are off his worst enemy. Therefore we cry no
• 2:38:05
  but victory Philip of Merrimont, and victory, Philip of Millmont. Victory,
• 2:38:18
  victory. A cry is taken up without and the shout of victory is again
• 2:38:24
  and again repeated. Victory, victory, victory. Devil behind Cydah in her
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  ear a lack, Madam, we reckoned not for this seda to Philip,
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  Philip, my love. I tell THEE. My skin is soft and fair.
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  I cannot see thee. My eyes sparkle, my lips are red.
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  My head drops around me like a cloak. I cannot see THEE. Then
• 2:38:58
  a more beautiful to THEE than the withered crones that whine for alms beside the
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  fountain. No more, but I cannot see thee. Lane's voice is heard
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  again, with roses red, they crowned her head. Bright was the sun
• 2:39:18
  on the city wall. But the light hath fled, and the day is
• 2:39:22
  dead, and the rose leaves all are wither it. Oh, for the
• 2:39:26
  sun on the city wall. Then tell me I pray, ye gallants gay
• 2:39:33
  as ye climbed the castle stair. If your lord should chance to write this
• 2:39:37
  way, Ah, tell me ye lady's fair. If your lord should chance
• 2:39:43
  to write this way, would he lists to a poor maid's prayer? Halac
• 2:39:48
  alac? Could he give her back a heart that is prisoned there? Whose
• 2:39:54
  voice is that does a ragged wench that sings daily under the castle wall?
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  Tis the voice of the weaver's daughter. Say there to the devil, turn
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  her away, weep her, and she will not seize her song. Devil
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  to himself with a scowl. Aye, for this max too much of true
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  love. He goes out on the right, Philip the guntra contraen I would
• 2:40:26
  speak with the Weaver's daughter, lead me to her. Nay, she hath
• 2:40:31
  returned to her crippledom. Once more, is her shoulder hummed, her body
• 2:40:37
  lean, her skin yellow, Philip pointing into vacancy. See she is beautiful.
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  See thou canst not see yea and to her soul. As Leane's song
• 2:40:56
  ceases, the devil returns Philip, Philip to Guntran, beat me forth to
• 2:41:03
  the Weaver's daughter. Philip goes out on the left, led by Guntran.
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  The Knights and the standard bearer follow. Say there, coming face to face
• 2:41:13
  with the devil, so all is lost forever, And twist thou didst lure
• 2:41:18
  me on to steal this treacherous stone. Nay, Beauty's crown still rest upon
• 2:41:24
  thy brow, though love be blind. That beauty is thine own, mine,
• 2:41:31
  own mine own? What devil lurks in thee to mock my shame?
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  And this accurst spell that leaves Yon crippled and made her victory in hell to
• 2:41:46
  us born I yielded back to hell? She blocks the stone from her bosom
• 2:41:50
  and flings it to the ground and rushes away on the right. The distant
• 2:41:56
  town bells ring out as the devil picks up the stone, and so be
• 2:42:01
  fell at the sound of the bell. This stone had come back to me.
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  Slipping the stone into his pocket and anon its bed over sea in land.
• 2:42:15
  It journeyed over land and sea. It hath larged in many a jealous
• 2:42:20
  hand, but it always comes back to me. He mounts the balustrade and
• 2:42:26
  leaps into space. End of scene one. Scene two. The marketplace again,
• 2:42:35
  now gay with flowers and banners and bright sunshine. The townsfolk are symboled
• 2:42:41
  as in the first act. Those from the war are narrating their exploits to
• 2:42:46
  eager listeners, and once more the aldermen are waiting expectantly in the doorway of
• 2:42:50
  the town hall, and the pikemen are gathered about the steps. Nicholas Dirks
• 2:42:56
  is directing the serving men in the arrangement of the throne chair and some less
• 2:43:01
  important seats in front of the steps, while a score of lads and girls
• 2:43:05
  are dancing gaily before the end with Peppin the dwarf in their midst are flying
• 2:43:13
  seeing high, the garlands that swing in the sun and hearts. But yesterday,
• 2:43:18
  sadly we're sighing, are crying, seeing who for the battle that's won,
• 2:43:24
  seen high, for the war that is done. And now the war's
• 2:43:28
  over. Each husband and lover is welcome in Merla Mont. Joan makes your
• 2:43:33
  way through the crowd and humbly plucks Nicholas by the sleeve. Tot, Tot,
• 2:43:39
  tot. What is this? Good Burgomaster has seen aught of Lane?
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  My child? Hi won every morning she will straight from my side, and
• 2:43:50
  today she is long past her hour for homecoming. Tush. Here is the
• 2:43:54
  Lord Philip that hath lost both his eyes, and he bids us joyce.
• 2:44:01
  Yet thou must needs whimpa because perchance thy weakling hath fallen into the dyke stand
• 2:44:09
  aloof Dame. Nicholas enters the town hall as Simon, who has returned to
• 2:44:15
  his rags, comes through the crowd and approaches Joan Simon, who is concealed
• 2:44:20
  from the rest by his hood. Joan blessed Saint Luke Simon wife. I
• 2:44:26
  am old again yet, but vastly older than I was, for I have
• 2:44:33
  broke faith with thee my true friend, which knowledge is heavier upon me than
• 2:44:41
  double all my years of want and labor. Where is the stone that gave
• 2:44:48
  the youth? The woman tuck it from my breast? I thank the saints
• 2:44:56
  truly, thou art avenged. Whether what's to have me? Go back to
• 2:45:01
  thy loom and thou I'll come with thee and patch and mend for thee.
• 2:45:07
  While thou art spinning wife. Joan weeping, Oh, Simon, some of
• 2:45:13
  the townsfolk gather about them. Why weaver, where have you been this past
• 2:45:20
  week? Nay, may not a toiler take holiday once in a score of
• 2:45:24
  years. The good man hath gone to so Olden, where he courted me
• 2:45:26
  ere we ever saw merliament. I did send him with a message to my
• 2:45:30
  cousin, the Shrewish girl. The Simon, you know your wench has lost
• 2:45:35
  her beauty as quickly as she found it. Joan, facing her, Aye
• 2:45:41
  with the saints bestow that they can take away. They are not like to
• 2:45:43
  give thee aught sour face even for an hour, save it be a fit
• 2:45:48
  of the spleen. Simon and Joan go up the alley. The Shrewish girl
• 2:45:52
  and a few others follow them, jeering at them. The devil again disguised
• 2:45:58
  as a friar, comes through the and stands, pulling his beard and looking
• 2:46:01
  about him. The down bells ring out as Jacqueline, dressed as in the
• 2:46:07
  first act as a poor girl, enters with pottering steps and knocks against the
• 2:46:11
  devil. Oh, pardon, holy Father, I can scarce see before me?
• 2:46:18
  Oh what ails thee daughter? Thou art trembling? I all of a
• 2:46:24
  shake? Oh, I have had an ill dream, or some evil fellow
• 2:46:28
  has put magic upon me? Magic? Father, say, is it possible
• 2:46:35
  for one to dream a whole week through? Well? Verily? If thou
• 2:46:41
  sleepest for a week unbrokenly? Alack and I have been wide awake, clutching
• 2:46:46
  at his gown and terror. Father, Hey, grant me your blessing,
• 2:46:54
  Holy Saints, But I do believe I have been in service since a week
• 2:46:58
  yesterday to the devil himself. Devil pulling his gun away, Daughter, Nay,
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  nay, your blessing. I will be a good girl forevermore, your
• 2:47:11
  blessing. Bevil in Horroralre the bear are not domine. He waves her from
• 2:47:18
  him as she staggers away towards the alley. The two trumpeters come from the
• 2:47:24
  town hall and standing upon the steps, blow blasts on the trumpets. The
• 2:47:28
  pikeman forced the crowd back as Nicholas returns, bowing before Philip, who descends
• 2:47:33
  the steps with guntransaid. The Knights and the standard bearer follow. There is
• 2:47:39
  a general movement of sympathy among the crowd. People of Mermont. You are
• 2:47:45
  assembled to do me honor. Yet are you silent? You will not raise
• 2:47:50
  your voices and joyful greeting because think you I am blind, Friends, I
• 2:47:56
  do declare to you I am blind only with my eyes, and that with
• 2:48:01
  my understanding I do see at last all men and women, and the world
• 2:48:05
  we dwell in right clearly. Therefore, for the tardy love I bring you,
• 2:48:11
  I do beseech you deny me, not your voices font fill And as
• 2:48:18
  earnest of my good resolves towards you that live within my township, have I
• 2:48:24
  determined to mate with one that is humblest among you? Yet I takes more
• 2:48:28
  credit for this act the maid I worship, being the fairest of all I
• 2:48:31
  have ever known, So pure is she in heart and disposition, wherein I
• 2:48:37
  now perceive lithe true beauty. Set me a seat here beside my own the
• 2:48:43
  serving men place a seat by the throne chair, and Guntan goes into the
• 2:48:48
  town hall. Simond, Joan and Jacqueline return and mix with the crowd.
• 2:48:52
  The devil stands near the inn, watching the proceedings with a scowl. Hailed
• 2:49:00
  the Lord of land Philip tale tron reappears, and following him comes some of
• 2:49:07
  the ladies of Philip's household, escorting Lane. Behold this may whose simple faith
• 2:49:13
  hath proved both shield and spurs. Who that true lord she loved? This
• 2:49:20
  may look again it is, and yet it cannot be. And I who
• 2:49:26
  sought her all in vain tis Thus my child comes back to me, Lord
• 2:49:31
  Philip wits the cripple Lane. Yes, look again in sooth tis she Layne
• 2:49:39
  advances and embraces her mother and father. And Jacqueline, Oh, father,
• 2:49:43
  mother, father, hath come home, yay home again, and nevermore shall
• 2:49:50
  roam. I dreamt not of this hand, thou dear Jacqueline, What wouldst
• 2:49:58
  thou greet the rebel stattered queen? Still Delaine, where hast thou fled?
• 2:50:05
  Come hither take thy place, that all may see the glory of thy face.
• 2:50:11
  Devil aside, ah get me hent tis but a sorry jest. When
• 2:50:16
  love low blind hath wit to choose the best in truth, I am not
• 2:50:24
  blind. At last, at last I see THEE, truly know THEE as
• 2:50:28
  thou art. Though Heaven hath set a veil upon these eyes, it doth
• 2:50:33
  but blacken out the ruined past. And Love's one star that lights my sunless
• 2:50:39
  skies shows clear the way that leads me to thy heart. If the cloak
• 2:50:45
  of the winter be not but the glittering garment of spring, if the whispering
• 2:50:48
  silence of night but tells of the dawn that is there, then the veil
• 2:50:52
  on these eyes is no more than a shadow that falls from Love's wing.
• 2:50:56
  For tis love that proclaims THEE today, the fairest of all that are fair.
• 2:51:03
  If the cloak of the winter being but the glittering garment of spring,
• 2:51:07
  if the whispering silence of naught but tells of the dawn that is there,
• 2:51:13
  then the veil on those eyes is no more than a shadow that falls from
• 2:51:18
  Love's wing. For it's his love that proclaims THEE today, that the fairest
• 2:51:24
  of all that are fair. Philip and Lane sit side by side, Simon
• 2:51:30
  and Joe kneel before them, stretching out of their hands and thanksgiving. The
• 2:51:35
  devil, hiding his face in his cowl, deals away as the curtain falls
• 2:51:39
  finally into fact. III