Ethwald - Part Second Act 3

Ed. Doth the bright sun from the high arch of heaven,In all his beauteous robes of flecker'd clouds,And ruddy vapours, and deep glowing flames,And softly varied shades, look gloriously?Do the green woods dance to the wind? the lakesCast up their sparkling waters to the light?Do the sweet hamlets in their bushy dellsSend winding up to heaven their curling smokeOn the soft morning air?Do the flocks bleat, and the wild creatures boundIn antic happiness? and mazy birdsWing the mid air in lightly skimming bands?Ay, all this is; men do behold all this;The poorest man. Even in this lonely vault,My dark and narrow world, oft do I hearThe crowing of the cock so near my walls,And sadly think how small a space divides meFrom all this fair creation.

From the wide spreading bounds of beauteous natureI am alone shut out; I am forgotten.Peace, peace! he who regards the poorest wormStill cares for me, albeit he shends me sorely,This hath its end. Perhaps, small as these walls,A bound unseen divides my dreary stateFrom a more beauteous world; that world of souls,Fear'd and desir'd by all; a veil unseen

Which soon shall be withdrawn. (casts up his eyes to heaven, and turning, walks silently to the bottom of the stage, then advancing again to the front.)The air feels chill; methinks it should be night.I'll lay me down; perchance kind sleep will come,And open to my view an inward worldOf gairish fantasies, from which nor walls,Nor bars, nor tyrant's power can shut me out.(he wraps himself in a cloak and lies down.

Enter a Ruffian, stealing up softly to him as supposing him asleep. Edward, hearing him, uncovers his face, and then starts up immediately.)

Ed. What art thou?Or man or sprite? Thou lookest wond'rous stern,What dost thou want? Com'st thou to murder me?

Ruff. Yes, I am come to do mine office on thee:Thy life is wretched and my stroke is sure.

Ed. Thou sayest true; yet, wretched as it is,It is my life, and I will grapple for it.

Ruff. Full vainly wilt thou strive, for thinkest thouWe enter walls like these, with changeling heartsTo leave our work undone?

Ed. We, sayest thou?There are more of you then?

Ruff. Ay, ay, there are enow to make it sure;But, if thou wilt be quiet, I'll do't myself.Mine arm is strong; I'll give no second stroke;And all escape is hopeless.

Ed. What, thinkest thou I'll calmly stretch my neckUntil thou butch'rest me?No, by good heaven! I'll grapple with thee still,

And die with my blood hot! (putting himself in a posture of defence.)Ruff. Well, since thou'lt have it so, thou soon shalt seeIf that my mates be lovelier than myself.(Exit.

Ed. O that I still in some dark cell could rest

And wait the death of nature! (looking wildly round upon the roof and the walls of the vault.)Nor stone, nor club, nor beam to serve my need!Out from the walls, ye flints, and fill my grasp!Nought! nought! Is there not yet within this nookSome bar or harden'd brand that I may clutch?

(Exit hastily into the dark recess, and is followed immediately by two Ruffians, who enter by the opposite side and cross the stage after him.)

Ethw. Dost thou hear aught?

Alwy. No, nothing.

Ethw. But thou dost!Is it not done?

Alwy. I hope it is, my Lord,

Ethw. Thou doubtest then.—It is long past the hourThat should have lapp'd it. Hark! I hear a noise.(a noise heard within of people struggling.)

Alwy. They're dealing with him now. They struggle hard.

Ethw. (turning away with horror and putting his hands upon his ears.)Ha! are we then so near it? This is horrid!(after a pause.)Is it not done yet? Dost thou hear them still?

Alwy. I hear them still; they struggle harder now.(The noise within heard more distinctly.)

Ethw. By hell's dark host thy fiends are weak of arm,And cannot do their task! He will break forthWith all the bloody work half done upon him!

(running furiously to the door, and then shuddering and turning away from it.)

No, no, I cannot go! do thou go in,And give thy strength. Let him be still'd i'the instant!(a noise heard within of one falling.)

Alwy. There's no need now. Did you not hear him fall?(A groan heard within.) And that groan too? List, list! The deed is done.

(They both retire from the door, and Ethw. leaning his back against the wall, looks stedfastly towards it, in silent expectation, whilst it is seen to open slowly a little way, then shut, then open again, without any one appearing.)

Ethw. What may this mean? This pause is horrible:Will they or enter quickly or forbear!

(Enter First Ruffian with his hands and clothes bloody, and all his hair and dress in disorder, like one who has been struggling hard. Enter soon after him Sec. Ruffian in a similar plight.)

Alwy. (eagerly.) Ye've done it? is he dead?

First Ruf. He is still'd now, but with such horrid strengthHe grappled with us! we have had fell work.

Alwy. Then let us see the body.

First Ruf. Yes, enter if it please ye.

Alwy. Be pleas'd, my Lord—(to Ethw.)

Ethw. Pray thee be satisfied! I cannot go.

Alwy. (to the Ruffians.) Bring ye the body hither. (Exeunt Ruffians.

(A silent pause. Re-enter Ruffians bearing the body and laying it down before Ethw.)

Look here, my Lord, and be well satisfied:It is his very face, tho' somewhat changedWith long confinement in these sickly damps,And the convulsive throes of violent death.

Ethw. (first shrinking from it with horror, then commanding himself and looking upon it for some time stedfastly.)Ay, changed indeed! and yet I know it well.Changed indeed! Much he must needs have suffer'dIn his lone prison-house. Thou bruised flower!And hast thou struggled all so bravely tooFor thy most wretched life? Base bloody work!Remove it from my sight. (turning hastily from it.)

Alwy. What farther orders would you give these men?

Ethw. Away! speak to me not! thou'st made me curs'd!Would all the realm of Mercia I had lostEre it had come to this!Once in the battle's heat I saved his life,

And he did bless me for it. (beating his forehead distractedly.)Alwy. Nay good, my Lord! be not so keenly moved.Where shall we lay the body?

Ethw. Thou and those fiends do with it as thou wilt:It is a damned work!(Exit hastily.

Alwy. (to First Ruf.) Come thou with me. (to Sec. Ruf.)We will return anon;Meanwhile remain thou here and watch the corpse.(Exeunt Alwy and First Ruffian.

Sec, Ruf. (alone) Watch it! I would not watch it here alone

For all my Ruffian's hire. (throws a coarse cloth over the body and exit hastily)

Elb. But didst thou truly question ev'ry groom,And the stern keeper of that postern gate?

Dwi. I have, but no one knew that he is absent.It was dark night when the king went, and AlwyAlone was with him. This is all I know.

Elb. Thus secretly, at night!—Ethelbert's castleIs not far distant.—That distracted maid—If this be so, by the true royal blood

That fills my veins. I'll be revenged! What mean'st thou? (seeing Dwina shake her head piteously.)Dwi. Alas, you need not fear! far distant standThe towers of Ethelbert; and that poor maidHas found at last her rest with the quiet dead.

Elb. And is't not well? Why dost thou shake thy head,As tho' thou told'st sad news?— Yet what avails it?I, ne'ertheless, must be a humble mate,With scarcely e'en the semblance of a queen,

And bow my head whilst Mollo's son doth say,"Be silent, wife."—Shall I endure all this?O Edward! gentle Ethling! thou who onceDidst bear the title of my future lord!Would'st thou have used me thus! I'll not endure it.

Dwi. Yet be more patient!

Elb. Be patient, say'st thou! go to, for I hate theeWhen thou so calmly talk'st. Tho' seemingly,I oft before his keen commanding eyeSubmissive am, think'st thou I am subdued?No, by my royal race, I'll not endure it!I will unto the bishop with my wrongs!Rever'd and holy men shall do me right.And here he comes unsent for: this my hopeCalls a good omen.

Enter Hexulf.

Good holy father,I crave your blessing.

Hex, Thou hast it, royal daughter. Art thou well?Thou seem'st disorder'd.

Elb. Yes, rev'rend father, I am sorely gall'dBeneath a heavy and ignoble yoke;My crowned head is in subjection bow'd,Like meanest household dame; and thinkest thouThat it becomes the daughter of a king,The chief descendant of your royal raceTo bear all this, and say that she is well?

Hex. My daughter, your great Lord, indeed, is form'dOf soul more stern than was the gentle Edward,On whom your maiden fancy first was taughtTo dwell with sanguine hope——

Elb. O holy Hexulf! thou hast nam'd a nameWhich to my conscience gives such secret pangs!Oh! I have done such wrong to that sweet youth,The thoughts of it makes my heart bleed, I would—Yea there is nothing that I would not doIn reparation of the wrong I've done him.Speak, my good father, if thou aught canst say!Edward, 'tis said, has many powerful friendsIn secret still devoted to his cause,And not far distant stands his dreary tower.O speak to me! Thou turn'st away thy headDisturb'd and frowningly: hast thou no counsel,For a soul-smitten and distracted woman?

(laying her clasped hands earnestly on his shoulder as he turn's from her much displeased.)

Hex. Daughter, forbear! you are, indeed, distracted.Ethwald, by right of holy bands your lord,Is in his seat too firmly fix'd; and EdwardIs only by some restless Thanes desired,Under the influence of that dark wizard,That heretic, who still ensnares the young.Be wise then, I beseech you, and, in peace,Live in the meek subjection of a wife.

Elb. (stepping back from him with haughty contempt.)And so, meek holy man, this is your counsel,Breath'd from the gentle spirit of your state.I've seen the chaffings of your saintly ire,Restrain'd with less concern for sober duty,When aught pertaining to your priestly rightsWas therein touch'd.

Dwi. Hush! Ethelbert approaches with his friends.They come, methinks, at an unwonted hour.

Hex. That artful heretic regards not times.His spells still shew him what hour best will suitHis wicked purposes.

Dwi. Heaven save us all! methinks at his approachThe air grows chill around us, and a hueOf strange unnat'ral paleness spreads o'er all.

Elb. (to Dwi.) Peace, fool! thy fancy still o'ertops thy wit.

Enter Selred, Ethelbert, and Hereulf.

Eth. In your high presence, gracious dame, we areThus early visitors, upon our wayTo crave admittance to the royal chamber.Is the king stirring yet? Forgive my boldness.

Elb. Good Ethelbert, thou dost me no offence.And you, lord Selred, and brave Hereulf, too;I bid good morrow to you all. The kingIs not within his chamber: unattendedOf all but Alwy, at the close of nightHe did go forth, and is not yet return'd.

Sel. This much amazes me: the moon was dark.And cold and rudely blew the northern blast.

Dwi. (listening.) Hark! footsteps sound along the secret passage:Look to yon door, for something moves the bolt.The king alone that secret entry treads.

(Enter Ethwald from a small secret door, followed by Alwy, and starts back upon seeing Ethelbert, &c.)

Ethw. (recovering from his confusion.)A good and early morrow to you all;I little thought—You are astir by times.

Eth. The same to you, my Lord, with loving duty.

Sel. And you, too, royal brother, you are movingAt an unwonted hour. But you are pale;A ghastly hollow look is in your eyes;What sudden stratagem of nightly warHas call'd you forth at such untimely season?The night was dark and cold, the north wind blew,And, if that I can read that alter'd brow,You come not back unscath'd.

Ethw. (confused.) No, I am well.—The blast has beat against me,And tossing boughs my tangled path-way cross'd—In sooth I've held contention with the night.

Sel. Yea, in good sooth, thou lookest, too, like oneWho has contention held with damned sprites.Hast thou not cross'd that glen where, as 'tis said.The restless ghost of a dead murd'rer stalks?

Thou shudd'rest and art pale: O thou hast seen it!Thou hast, indeed, the haggard face of oneWho has seen fearful things.

Ethw. Thou'rt wild and fanciful: I have seen nothing:I am forspent and faint: rest will restore me.Much good be to you all!(going.

Eth. (preventing him.) Nay, on your royal patience, gracious king,We must a moment's trespass make, to pleadFor one, upon whose brave but gentle soulThe night of thraldom hangs——

Ethw. (shrinking back.)I know—I know thy meaning—speak it not.It cannot be—There was a time—'tis past.

Sel. O say not so! the time for blessed mercyIs ever present. For the gentle EdwardWe'll pledge our lives, and give such hostagesAs shall secure your peace.

Eth. Turn not away !We plead for one whose meek and gen'rous soulMost unaspiring is, and full of ruth;For one who loved you, Ethwald; one by natureForm'd for the placid love of all his kind;One who did ever in your growing fameTake most unenvious joy. Such is our thrall.Yea, and the boon that we do crave for himIs but the free use of his cramped limbs,And leave to breathe, beneath the cope of heaven,

The wholesome air; to see the cheering sun:To be again reckon'd with living men.(kneeling and clasping his knees.)

Ethw. Let go, dark Thane! thou rack'st me with thy words!They are vain sounds—the wind has wail'd as thou dost,And pled as sadly too. But that must beWhich needs must be. Reckon'd with living men!Would that indeed—O would that this could be!The term of all is fix'd.—Good night to you—I—I should say good morning, but this lightGlares strangely on mine eyes. (breaking from Eth.)

Sel. (following him.) My dearest brother! by a brother's love!

Ethw. (putting him away with great agitation.)My heart no kindred holds with human thing.

(Exit quickly in great perturbation, followed by Alwy.)

Sel. and Hereulf (looking expressively at each other, and then at Ethelbert.)Good Ethelbert, what ails thee?

Her. Thy fix'd look has a dreadful meaning in it.

Eth. Let us begone.

Sel. No, do not yield it so. I still will pleadThe gentle Edward's cause: his frowns I fear not.

Eth. Come, come! there is no cause;Edward is free.

Sel. How so? thou speak'st it with a woeful voice.

Eth. Is not the disembodied spirit free?

Sel. Ha! think'st thou that? No, no! it cannot be!

Her. (stamping on the ground and grasping his sword.)I'll glut my sword with the foul murderer's blood!If such foul deed hath been!

Eth. Hush, hush! intemp'rate boy! Let us be gone.(Exeunt Eth. Sel. and Her.

El. (to Dwi.) Heard'st thou how they conceive it?

Dwi. Ay, mercy! and it is a fearful thought:It glanced e'en o'er my mind before they spoke.

El. Thou'rt silent, rev'rend father, are thy thoughtsOf such dark hue? (with solemn earnestness to Hex.)

Hex. Heaven's will be done in all things! erring manBows silently. Good health attend your greatness.

El. Nay, go not yet, good Hexulf! in my closetI much desire some converse with thee. ThouBelike, hast misconceiv'd what I have utter'dIn unadvised passion, thinking it boreSome serious meaning 'gainst my lord the king.

Hex. No, gracious daughter, I indeed receiv'd itAs words of passion. You are mov'd, I see;But let not this dismay you. If the kingHas done the deed suspicion fastens on him,

We o'er his mind shall hold the surer sway.A restless penitent will docile proveTo priestly counsel: this will be our gain.But in your closet we'll discourse of this.Heaven's will be done in ail things!(Exeunt.

Alwy. Pardon, my Lord! we bring you pressing tidings.

Ethw. (angrily.) Shall I ne'er rest in peace in mine own chamber?Ha! would that peace were there! You bring me tidings?And from what quarter come they?

Alwy. From Utherbald, who holds your western fortress.

Ethw. He doth not yield, I hope, unto the foe?It is, my strongest hold, and may defyThe strength of Wessex and of Briton join'd.

Of. True, king, but famine all things will subdue.

Ethw. He has surrender'd then—by heaven and hell.I'll have his head for this!

Alwy. No, royal Ethwald!It is not yet so bad. But this brave man,Commission'd by himself, will tell you all.

Ethw. Speak warriour: then he holds the fortress still?

Of. He does, my Lord, but much he lives in fearHe shall not hold it long, unless your highnessWill give your warrant to release the prisoners;Those ill designing Mercians whom your wisdomUnder his guard has placed.He bade me say the step is dangerous;But, if it is not done, those idle mouthsConsuming much, will starve him and his menInto compliance with the foe's demand.What is your sovereign will? for on the instantI must return.

Ethw. Tell him this is no time for foolish hazard:Let them be put to death.

Of. (shrinking back.) Must I return with this? all put to death?

Ethw. Yes, I have said: didst thou not hear my words?

Of. I heard, in truth, but mine ears strangely rung.Good saints! there are, my Lord, within our walls.Close pris'ners kept, of war-bred men alone,Of whom, I trow, there scarcely is a manWho has not some fair stripling by his sideSharing the father's bonds, threescore and ten;And must they all——

Ethw. I understand thee, fool.Let them all die! have I not said it? Go;Linger not here, but bear thy message quickly.(Exit Officer sorrowfully.

(angrily to Alwy.) What thou look'st on me too, as if forsooth,Thou wert amaz'd at this. Perceiv'st thou notHow hardly I'm beset to keep the powerI have so dearly bought? Shall this impede me?Let infants shrink! I have seen blood enough;And what have I to do with mercy now?(stalking gloomily away, then returning.)Selred and Ethelbert, and fiery HereulfAre to their castles sullenly retired,With many other warlike Thanes. The stormIs gath'ring round me, but we'll brave it nobly.

Alwy. The discontented chiefs, as I'm inform'dBy faithful spies, are in the halls of HereulfAssembled, brooding o'er their secret treason.

Ethw. Are they? Then let us send a chosen bandAnd seize them unprepared. A nightly marchWill bring them near their castle. Let us, then,Immediate orders give; the time is precious.(Exeunt.