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_ ACT II - SCENE V
[A Hall in the Castle. In the background a Group of
diseased and deformed Beggars; Conrad entering,
Elizabeth comes forward to meet him.]
Con.
What dost thou, daughter?
Eliz.
Ah, my honoured master!
That name speaks pardon, sure.
Con.
What dost thou, daughter?
Eliz.
I have been washing these poor people's feet.
Con.
A wise humiliation.
Eliz.
So I meant it--
And use it as a penance for my pride;
And yet, alas, through my own vulgar likings
Or stubborn self-conceit, 'tis none to me.
I marvel how the Saints thus tamed their spirits:
Sure to be humbled by such toil, but proves,
Not cures, our lofty mind.
Con.
Thou speakest well--
The knave who serves unto another's needs
Knows himself abler than the man who needs him;
And she who stoops, will not forget, that stooping
Implies a height to stoop from.
Eliz.
Could I see
My Saviour in His poor!
Con.
Thou shall hereafter:
But now to wash Christ's feet were dangerous honour
For weakling grace; would you be humble, daughter,
You must look up, not down, and see yourself
A paltry atom, sap-transmitting vein
Of Christ's vast vine; the pettiest joint and member
Of His great body; own no strength, no will,
Save that which from the ruling head's command
Through me, as nerve, derives; let thyself die--
And dying, rise again to fuller life.
To be a whole is to be small and weak--
To be a part is to be great and mighty
In the one spirit of the mighty whole--
The spirit of the martyrs and the saints--
The spirit of the queen, on whose towered neck
We hang, blest ringlets!
Eliz.
Why! thine eyes flash fire!
Con.
But hush! such words are not for courts and halls--
Alone with God and me, thou shalt hear more.
[Exit Conrad.]
Eliz.
As when rich chanting ceases suddenly--
And the rapt sense collapses!--Oh that Lewis
Could feed my soul thus! But to work--to work--
What wilt thou, little maid? Ah, I forgot thee--
Thy mother lies in childbed--Say, in time
I'll bring the baby to the font myself.
It knits them unto me, and me to them,
That bond of sponsorship--How now, good dame--
Whence then so sad?
Woman.
An't please your nobleness,
My neighbour Gretl is with her husband laid
In burning fever.
Eliz.
I will come to them.
Woman.
Alack, the place is foul for such as you;
And fear of plague has cleared the lane of lodgers;
If you could send--
Eliz.
What? where I am afraid
To go myself, send others? That's strange doctrine.
I'll be with you anon.
[Goes up into the Hall.]
[Isentrudis enters with a basket.]
Isen.
Why, here's a weight--these cordials now, and simples,
Want a stout page to bear them: yet her fancy
Is still to go alone, to help herself.--
Where will 't all end? In madness, or the grave?
No limbs can stand these drudgeries: no spirit
The fretting harrow which this ruffian priest
Calls education--
Ah! here comes our Count.
[Count Walter enters as from a journey.]
Too late, sir, and too seldom--Where have you been
These four months past, while we are sold for bond-slaves
Unto a peevish friar?
Wal.
Why, my fair rosebud--
A trifle overblown, but not less sweet--
I have been pining for you, till my hair
Is as gray as any badger's.
Isen.
I'll not jest.
Wal.
What? has my wall-eyed Saint shown you his temper?
Isen.
The first of his peevish fancies was, that she should eat
nothing which was not honestly and peaceably come by.
Wal.
Why, I heard that you too had joined that sect.
Isen.
And more fool I. But ladies are bound to set an example
while they are not bound to ask where everything
comes from: with her, poor child, scruples and
starvation were her daily diet; meal after meal
she rose from table empty, unless the Landgrave
nodded and winked her to some lawful eatable; till
she that used to take her food like an angel, without
knowing it, was thinking from morning to night whether
she might eat this, that, or the other.
Wal.
Poor Eves!
If the world leaves you innocent, the Church will
not. Between the devil and the director, you are
sure to get your share of the apples of knowledge.
Isen.
True enough.
She complained to Conrad of her scruples, and
he told her, that by the law was the knowledge of sin.
Wal.
But what said Lewis?
Isen.
As much bewitched as she, sir. He has told her,
and more than her, that were it not for the laughter
and ill-will of his barons, he would join her in the
same abstinence. But all this is child's play to the
friar's last outbreak.
Wal.
Ah! the sermon which you all forgot, when the
Marchioness of Misnia came suddenly? I heard that
war had been proclaimed on that
score; but what terms of peace were concluded?
Isen.
Terms of peace!
Do you call it peace to be delivered over to
his nuns' tender mercies, myself and Guta, as well as
our lady,--as if we had been bond-slaves and blackamoors?
Wal.
You need not have submitted.
Isen.
What! could I bear to see my poor child wandering up
and down, wringing her hands like a mad woman--I who
have lived for no one else this sixteen years?
Guta talked sentiment--called it a glorious cross,
and so forth.--I took it as it came.
Wal.
And got no quarter, I'll warrant.
Isen.
Don't talk of it--my poor back tingles at the thought.
Wal.
The sweet Saints think every woman of the world no
better than she should be; and without meaning to
be envious, owe you all a grudge for past flirtations.
As I am a knight, now it's over, I like you all
the better for it.
Isen.
What?
Wal.
When I see a woman who will stand by her word,
and two who will stand by their mistress. And
the monk, too--there's mettle in him. I took him
for a canting carpet-haunter; but be sure, the man
who will bully his own patrons has an honest
purpose in him, though it bears strange fruit on
this wicked hither-side of the grave. Now, my fair
nymph of the birchen-tree, use your interest to
find me supper and lodging; for your elegant
squires of the trencher look surly on me here:
I am the prophet who has no honour in his own
country.
[Exeunt.] _
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