JOHN WOODVIL. ACT I SCENE I. A Servants' Apartment in Woodvil Hall. "When the King enjoys his own again." PETER. A delicate song. Where didst learn it, fellow? DANIEL. Even there, where thou learnest thy oaths and thy politics-at our master's table.—Where else should a serving-man pick up his poor accomplishments? MARTIN. Well spoken, Daniel. O rare Daniel!-his oaths and his politics! excellent! FRANCIS. And where did'st pick up thy knavery, Daniel? PETER. That came to him by inheritance. His family have supplied the shire of Devon, time out of mind, with good thieves and bad serving-men. All of his race have come into the world without their conscience. MARTIN. Good thieves, and bad serving-men! Better and better. I marvel what Daniel hath got to say in reply. DANIEL. I marvel more when thou wilt say anything to the purpose, thou shallow serving-man, whose swiftest conceit carries thee no higher than to apprehend with difficulty the stale jests of us thy compeers. When wast ever known to club thy own particular jest among us? MARTIN. Most unkind Daniel, to speak such biting things of upon himself the government of this household. You miserable men, But can any tell me the place of his concealment? With minds more slavish than your slave's estate, PETER. That cannot I; but I have my conjectures. DANIEL. Have you that noble bounty so forgot, Which took you from the looms, and from the plows, Two hundred pounds, as I hear, to the man that And entertain'd ye in a worthy service, shall apprehend him. FRANCIS. Where your best wages was the world's repute, How often in old times DANIEL. SANDFORD. I hope there is none in this company would be And quickly too: ye had better, for I see mean enough to betray him. Young mistress Margaret coming this way. O Lord! surely not. ALL. [Exeunt all but SANDFORD. [They drink to SIR WALTER's safety. Enter MARGARET, as in a fright, pursued by a Gentleman, who, seeing SANDFORD, retires muttering a FRANCIS. Good morrow to my fair mistress. "T was a chance On chiding hence these graceless serving-men, "Tis thought he is no great friend to the present Without debauch and mistimed riotings. happy establishment. O! monstrous! ALL. PETER. This house hath been a scene of nothing else MARGARET. Fellow-servants, a thought strikes me.-Do we, or Each day I endure fresh insult from the scorn do we not, come under the penalties of the treason-of Woodvil's friends, the uncivil jests, act, by reason of our being privy to this man's concealment ? All things seem changed, I think. I had a friend Some are too tame, that were too splenetic once. SANDFORD. "T were best he should be told of these affronts. MARGARET. I am the daughter of his father's friend, I am not his servant-maid, that I should wait I am somewhat proud: and Woodvil taught me pride. None once so pleasant in his eyes as Margaret: His flatteries taught me first this self-esteem, And ladies envied me the love of Woodvil. He doth affect the courtier's life too much, And that has wrought this seeming change in him, That was by nature noble. "T is these court-plagues, that swarm about our house, MARGARET. I know not how it is; A cold protector is John grown to me. The mistress, and presumptive wife, of Woodvil A man, her equal, to redress those wrongs, To leave this house this night, and lukewarm John, Portray without its terrors, painting lies MARGARET. I have thought on every possible event, The dangers and discouragements you speak of, SANDFORD. Now God forbid; think twice of this, dear lady. MARGARET. I pray you spare me, Mr. Sandford, SANDFORD. But what course have you thought on? MARGARET. All which I have perused with so attent One meaning in two words, Sherwood and Liberty. "Tis you that must provide now The means of my departure, which for safety SANDFORD. Since you will have it so, (My careful age trembles at all may happen), I have the keys of the wardrobe, and can fit you Of lively Lincoln green, that shall much grace you MARGARET. That once this day and night were fairly past! [Exeunt divers ways. 64 ACT II. SCENE I. An apartment in Woodvil Hall. JOHN WOODVIL—alone. 'WHEN Love grows cold, and indifference has usurp d upon old esteem, it is no marvel if the world egin to account that dependence, which hitherto has een esteemed honorable shelter. The course I have aken (in leaving this house, not easily wrought thereinto), seemed to me best for the once-for-all releasing of yourself (who in times past have deserved well of me) from the now daily, and not-to-be-endured, ribute of forced love, and ill-dissembled reluctance of affection. "MARGARET." Gone! gone! my girl? so hasty, Margaret! Where he hath ventures? does not rather muffle To suit the melancholy dull "farewell," So peevish, Margaret? But 't is the common error of your sex, I know them all. They are jealous, when our larger hearts receive WOODVIL. To say the truth, my love for her has of late stopt short on this side idolatry. LOVEL. As all good Christians' should, I think. WOODVIL. I am sure, I could have loved her still within the limits of warrantable love. LOVEL A kind of brotherly affection, I take it. WOODVIL. We should have made excellent man and wife in time. LOVEL. A good old couple, when the snows fell, to crowd about a sea-coal fire, and talk over old matters. WOODVIL. While each should feel, what neither cared to acknowledge, that stories oft repeated may, at last, come to lose some of their grace by the repetition. LOVEL. Which both of you may yet live long enough to discover. For, take my word for it, Margaret is a bird that will come back to you without a lure. WOODVIL. Never, never, Lovel. Spite of my levity, with tears I confess it, she was a lady of most confirmed honor, of an unmatchable spirit, and determinable in all virtuous resolutions; not hasty to anticipate an affront, nor slow to feel, where just provocation was given. LOVEL. What made you neglect her, then? WOODVIL. Mere levity and youthfulness of blood, a malady incident to young men physicians call it caprice. Nothing else. He, that slighted her, knew her value: and 't is odds, but, for thy sake, Margaret, John will yet go to his grave a bachelor. [A raise heard, as of one drunk and singing. LOVEL. Here comes one, that will quickly dissipate these humors. (Enter one drunk.) DRUNKEN MAN. Grimalkin prate."-At noon I drink for thirst, at night Do I affect the favors of the court. for fellowship, but, above all, I love to usher in the I would be great, for greatness hath great power, bashful morning under the auspices of a freshening And that's the fruit I reach at.— stoup of liquor. (Sings) "Ale in a Saxon rumkin then makes valor burgeon in tall men."-But, I crave pardon. I fear I keep that gentleman from serious thoughts. There be those that wait for me in the cellar. and villages. The baffled factions in their houses skulk: Some shallow mouths cry out, that I am smit Nor yet to be seen whispering with some great one, Great spirits ask great play-room. Who could sit, SCENE II. Sherwood Forest. SIR WALTER WOODVIL SIMON WOODVIL (Disguised as Frenchmen.) SIR WALTER. How fares my boy, Simon, my youngest born! All hot, and young, court-seekers, like himself, SIMON. I never thought but nobly of my brother, SIR WALTER. I would not owe my life to a jealous court, And John has ta'en you, father, at your word, |