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The Dynasts: An Epic Drama Of The War With Napoleon, a play by Thomas Hardy |
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Part 3 - Act 3 - Scene 6. The Pyrenees. Near The River Nivelle |
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_ PART THIRD. ACT THIRD. SCENE VI. [Evening. The dining-room of WELLINGTON'S quarters. The table is laid for dinner. The battle of the Nivelle has just been fought. Enter WELLINGTON, HILL, BERESFORD, STEWART, HOPE, CLINTON, COLBORNE, COLE, KEMPT (with a bound-up wound), and other officers.
It is strange that they did not hold their grand position more tenaciously against us to-day. By God, I don't quite see why we should have beaten them!
My impression is that they had the stiffness taken out of them by something they had just heard of. Anyhow, startling news of some kind was received by those of the Eighty-eighth we took in the signal-redoubt after I summoned the Commandant.
Oh, what news?
I cannot say, my lord, I only know that the latest number of the _Imperial Gazette_ was seen in the hands of some of them before the capture. They had been reading the contents, and were cast down.
That's interesting. I wonder what the news could have been?
Something about Boney's army in Saxony would be most probable. Though I question if there's time yet for much to have been decided there.
Well, I wouldn't say that. A hell of a lot of things may have happened there by this time.
It was tantalizing, but they were just able to destroy the paper before we could prevent them.
Did you question them?
Oh yes. But they stayed sulking at being taken, and would tell us nothing, pretending that they knew nothing. Whether much were going on, they said, or little, between the army of the Emperor and the army of the Allies, it was none of their business to relate it; so they kept a gloomy silence for the most part.
They will cheer up a bit and be more communicative when they have had
They are dining here, my lord?
I sent them an invitation an hour ago, which they have accepted. I could do no less, poor devils. They'll be here in a few minutes. See that they have plenty of Madeira to whet their whistles with. It well screw them up into a better key, and they'll not be so reserved. [The conversation on the day's battle becomes general. Enter as guests French officers of the Eighty-eighth regiment now prisoners on parole. They are welcomed by WELLINGTON and the staff, and all sit down to dinner. For some time the meal proceeds almost in silence; but wine is passed freely, and both French and English officers become talkative and merry.
More cozy this, sir, than--I'll warrant me--
The devil if 'tis not, monseigneur, sure!
So 'tis for us who were outside, by God!
No; we were not at ease! Alas, my lord,
Your reference
Yes: on the Emperor's ruinous defeat [All the English officers stop speaking, and listen eagerly.]
Where are the Emperor's headquarters now?
My lord, there are no headquarters.
No headquarters?
There are no French headquarters now, my lord,
Why, that bears out
And what, messieurs, ensued at Leipzig then?
Why, sirs, should we conceal it? Thereupon
Ha. Did they though?
But if brave hearts were ever desperate,
One sees not why it should.
We'll leave it so. [Conversation on the Leipzig disaster continues till the dinner ends The French prisoners courteously take their leave and go out.]
Very good set of fellows. I could wish
It looks like the first scene of act the last
I count to meet [Exeunt WELLINGTON and officers. The room darkens.] _ |