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Robert Browning (1812–1889).  A Blot in the ’Scutcheon.
The Harvard Classics.  1909–14.
 
Act I
 
Scene II
 
 
A Saloon in the Mansion
 
Enter LORD TRESHAM, LORD MERTOUN, AUSTIN, and GUENDOLEN
 
  Tresham.  I welcome you, Lord Mertoun, yet once more,
To this ancestral roof of mine. Your name
—Noble among the noblest in itself,        5
Yet taking in your person, fame avers,
New price and lustre,—(as that gem you wear,
Transmitted from a hundred knightly breasts,
Fresh chased and set and fixed by its last lord,
Seems to re-kindle at the core)—your name        10
Would win you welcome!—
  Mertoun.                Thanks!
    Tresham.                —But add to that,
The worthiness and grace and dignity
Of your proposal for uniting both        15
Our Houses even closer than respect
Unites them now—add these, and you must grant
One favour more, nor that the least,—to think
The welcome I should give;—’tis given! My lord,
My only brother, Austin: he’s the king’s.        20
Our cousin, Lady Guendolen—betrothed
To Austin: all are yours.
  Mertoun.                I thank you—less
For the expressed commendings which your seal,
And only that, authenticates—forbids        25
My putting from me … to my heart I take
Your praise … but praise less claims my gratitude,
Than the indulgent insight it implies
Of what must needs be uppermost with one
Who comes, like me, with the bare leave to ask,        30
In weighed and measured unimpassioned words,
A gift, which, if as calmly ’tis denied,
He must withdraw, content upon his cheek,
Despair within his soul. That I dare ask
Firmly, near boldly, near with confidence        35
That gift, I have to thank you. Yes, Lord Tresham,
I love your sister—as you’d have one love
That lady … oh more, more I love her! Wealth,
Rank, all the world thinks me, they’re yours, you know,
To hold or part with, at your choice—but grant        40
My true self, me without a rood of land,
A piece of gold, a name of yesterday,
Grant me that lady, and you … Death or life?
  Guendolen  [apart to AUSTIN]. Why, this is loving, Austin!
  Austin.  He’s so young!        45
  Guendolen.  Young? Old enough, I think, to half surmise
He never had obtained an entrance here,
Were all this fear and trembling needed.
  Austin.                Hush!
He reddens.        50
  Guendolen.  Mark him, Austin; that’s true love!
Ours must begin again.
  Tresham.                We’ll sit, my lord.
Ever with best desert goes diffidence.
I may speak plainly nor be misconceived        55
That I am wholly satisfied with you
On this occasion, when a falcon’s eye
Were dull compared with mine to search out faults,
Is somewhat. Mildred’s hand is hers to give
Or to refuse.        60
  Mertoun.              But you, you grant my suit?
I have your word if hers?
  Tresham.                My best of words
If hers encourage you. I trust it will.
Have you seen Lady Mildred, by the way?        65
  Mertoun.  I … I … our two demesnes, remember, touch,
I have been used to wander carelessly
After my stricken game: the heron roused
Deep in my woods, has trailed its broken wing
Thro’ thicks and glades a mile in yours,—or else        70
Some eyass ill-reclaimed has taken flight
And lured me after her from tree to tree,
I marked not whither. I have come upon
The lady’s wondrous beauty unaware,
And—and then … I have seen her.        75
  Guendolen  [aside to AUSTIN]. Note that mode
Of faltering out that, when a lady passed,
He, having eyes, did see her! You had said—
“On such a day I scanned her, head to foot;
Observed a red, where red should not have been,        80
Outside her elbow; but was pleased enough
Upon the whole.” Let such irreverent talk
Be lessoned for the future!
  Tresham.                What’s to say
May be said briefly. She has never known        85
A mother’s care; I stand for father too.
Her beauty is not strange to you, it seems—
You cannot know the good and tender heart,
Its girl’s trust and its woman’s constancy,
How pure yet passionate, how calm yet kind,        90
How grave yet joyous, how reserved yet free
As light where friends are—how imbued with lore
The world most prizes, yet the simplest, yet
The … one might know I talked of Mildred—thus
We brothers talk!        95
  Mertoun.                I thank you.
  Tresham.                In a word,
Control’s not for this lady; but her wish
To please me outstrips in its subtlety
My power of being pleased: herself creates        100
The want she means to satisfy. My heart
Prefers your suit to her as ’twere its own.
Can I say more?
  Mertoun.                No more—thanks, thanks—no more!
  Tresham.  This matter then discussed…        105
  Mertoun.                —We’ll waste no breath
On aught less precious. I’m beneath the roof
Which holds her: while I thought of that, my speech
To you would wander—as it must not do,
Since as you favour me I stand or fall.        110
I pray you suffer that I take my leave!
  Tresham.  With less regret ’tis suffered, that again
We meet, I hope, so shortly.
  Mertoun.                We? again?—
Ah yes, forgive me—when shall … you will crown        115
Your goodness by forthwith apprising me
When … if … the lady will appoint a day
For me to wait on you—and her.
  Tresham.                So soon
As I am made acquainted with her thoughts        120
On your proposal—howsoe’er they lean—
A messenger shall bring you the result.
  Mertoun.  You cannot bind me more to you, my lord.
Farewell till we renew … I trust, renew
A converse ne’er to disunite again.        125
  Tresham.  So may it prove!
  Mertoun.                You, lady, you, sir, take
My humble salutation!
  Guendolen and Austin.                Thanks!
  Tresham.                Within there!  [Servants enter. TRESHAM conducts MERTOUN to the door. Meantime AUSTIN remarks,                Well,        130
Here I have an advantage of the Earl,
Confess now! I’d not think that all was safe
Because my lady’s brother stood my friend!
Why, he makes sure of her—“do you say yes—
She’ll not say, no,”—what comes it to beside?        135
I should have prayed the brother, “speak this speech,
For Heaven’s sake urge this on her—put in this—
Forget not, as you’d save me, t’other thing,—
Then set down what she says, and how she looks,
And if she smiles, and” (in an under breath)        140
“Only let her accept me, and do you
And all the world refuse me, if you dare!”
  Guendolen.  That way you’d take, friend Austin? What a shame
I was your cousin, tamely from the first
Your bride, and all this fervour’s run to waste!        145
Do you know you speak sensibly to-day?
The Earl’s a fool.
  Austin.                Here’s Thorold. Tell him so!
  Tresham  [returning]. Now, voices, voices! ’St! the lady’s first!
How seems he?—seems he not … come, faith give fraud        150
The mercy-stroke whenever they engage!
Down with fraud, up with faith! How seems the Earl?
A name! a blazon! if you knew their worth,
As you will never! come—the Earl?
  Guendolen.                He’s young.        155
  Tresham.  What’s she? an infant save in heart and brain.
Young! Mildred is fourteen, remark! And you…
Austin, how old is she?
  Guendolen.                There’s tact for you!
I meant that being young was good excuse        160
If one should tax him…
  Tresham.                Well?
  Guendolen.                —With lacking wit.
  Tresham.  He lacked wit? Where might he lack wit, so please you?
  Guendolen.  In standing straighter than the steward’s rod        165
And making you the tiresomest harangue,
Instead of slipping over to my side
And softly whispering in my ear, “Sweet lady,
Your cousin there will do me detriment
He little dreams of: he’s absorbed, I see,        170
In my old name and fame—be sure he’ll leave
My Mildred, when his best account of me
Is ended, in full confidence I wear
My grandsire’s periwig down either cheek.
I’m lost unless your gentleness vouchsafes”…        175
  Tresham …”To give a best of best accounts, yourself,
Of me and my demerits.” You are right!
He should have said what now I say for him.
Yon golden creature, will you help us all?
Here’s Austin means to vouch for much, but you        180
—You are … what Austin only knows! Come up,
All three of us: she’s in the library
No doubt, for the day’s wearing fast. Precede!
  Guendolen.  Austin, how we must—!
  Tresham.                Must what? Must speak truth,        185
Malignant tongue? Detect one fault in him!
I challenge you!
  Guendolen.                Witchcraft’s a fault in him,
For you’re bewitched.
  Tresham.                What’s urgent we obtain        190
Is, that she soon receive him—say, to-morrow—
Next day at furthest.
  Guendolen.                Ne’er instruct me!
  Tresham.                Come!
—He’s out of your good graces, since forsooth,        195
He stood not as he’d carry us by storm
With his perfections! You’re for the composed
Manly assured becoming confidence!
—Get her to say, “to-morrow,” and I’ll give you…
I’ll give you black Urganda, to be spoiled        200
With petting and snail-paces. Will you? Come!
 

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