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_ ACT IV - SCENE I
[Garden of the King's Palace. Enter JOHN and ELINOR]
ELINOR.
You will be king the sooner! Not a month
In England, and my good son Lion-Heart
Must wander over-seas again. These two,
Huntingdon and his bride, must bless the star
Of errant knighthood.
JOHN.
He stayed just long enough
To let them pass one fearless honeymoon
In the broad sunlight of his royal favour,
Then, like a meteor off goes great King Richard,
And leaves them but the shadow of his name
To shelter them from my revenge. They know it!
I have seen her shiver like a startled fawn
And draw him closer, damn him, as I passed.
ELINOR.
They would have flitted to the woods again
But for my Lord Fitzwalter.
JOHN.
That old fool
Has wits enough to know I shall be king,
And for his land's sake cheats himself to play
Sir Pandarus of Troy. "'Tis wrong, dear daughter,
To think such evil." Pah, he makes me sick!
ELINOR.
Better to laugh. He is useful.
JOHN.
If I were king!
If Richard were to perish over-seas!
I'd--
ELINOR.
You'd be king the sooner. Never fear:
These wandering meteors flash into their graves
Like lightning, and no thunder follows them
To warn their foolish henchmen.
JOHN.
[Looking at her searchingly.]
Shall I risk
The King's return?
ELINOR.
What do you mean?
JOHN.
I mean
I cannot wait and watch this Robin Hood
Dangle the fruit of Tantalus before me,
Then eat it in my sight! I have borne enough!
He gave me like a fairing to my brother
In Sherwood Forest; and I now must watch him,
A happy bridegroom with the happy bride,
Whose lips I meant for mine.
ELINOR.
And do you think
I love to see it?
JOHN.
Had it not been for you
He would have died ere this!
ELINOR.
Then let him die!
JOHN.
Oh, ay, but do you mean it, mother?
ELINOR.
God,
I hate him, hate him!
JOHN.
Mother, he goes at noon
To Sherwood Forest, with a bag of gold
For some of his old followers. If, by chance
He fall--how saith the Scripture?--among thieves
And vanish--is not heard of any more,
I think Suspicion scarce could lift her head
Among these roses here to hiss at me,
When Lion-Heart returns.
ELINOR.
Vanish?
JOHN.
I would not
Kill him too quickly. I would have him taken
To a dungeon that I know.
ELINOR.
You have laid your trap
Already? Tell me. You need not be afraid!
I saw them kiss, in the garden, yesternight;
And I have wondered, ever since, if fire
Could make a brand quite hot enough to stamp
My hate upon him.
JOHN.
Well, then, I will tell you--
The plan is laid; and, if his bag of gold
Rejoice one serf to-day, then I'll resign
Maid Marian to his loving arms for ever.
But you must help me, mother, or she'll suspect.
Do not let slip your mask of friendliness,
As I have feared. Look--there our lovers come
Beneath that arch of roses. Look, look, mother,
They are taking leave of one another now,
A ghastly parting, for he will be gone
Well nigh four hours, they think. To look at them,
One might suppose they knew it was for ever.
ELINOR.
Come, or my hate will show itself in my face:
I must not see them.
[Exeunt PRINCE and ELINOR. A pause.
Enter ROBIN HOOD. and MARIAN.]
ROBIN.
So, good-bye, once more,
Sweetheart.
MARIAN.
Four hours; how shall I pass the time?
Four hours, four ages, you will scarce be home
By dusk; how shall I pass it?
ROBIN.
You've to think
What robe to wear at the great masque to-night
And then to don it. When you've done all that
I shall be home again.
MARIAN.
What, not before?
ROBIN.
That's not unlikely, either.
MARIAN.
Now you mock me,
But you'll be back before the masque begins.
ROBIN.
I warrant you I will.
MARIAN.
It is a month
To-day since we were married. Did you know it?
Fie, I believe you had forgotten, Robin.
ROBIN.
I had, almost. If marriage make the moons
Fly, as this month has flown, we shall be old
And grey in our graves before we know it.
I wish that we could chain old Father Time.
MARIAN.
And break his glass into ten thousand pieces.
ROBIN.
And drown his cruel scythe ten fathom deep,
Under the bright blue sea whence Love was born:
MARIAN.
Ah, but we have not parted all this month
More than a garden's breadth, an arrow's flight:
Time will be dead till you come back again.
Four hours of absence make four centuries!
Do you remember how the song goes, Robin,
That bids true lovers not to grieve at parting
Often? for Nature gently severs them thus,
Training them up with kind and tender art,
For the great day when they must part for ever.
ROBIN.
Do you believe it, Marian?
MARIAN.
No; for love
Buried beneath the dust of life and death,
Would wait for centuries of centuries,
Ages of ages, until God remembered,
And, through that perishing cloud-wrack, face looked up
Once more to loving face.
ROBIN.
Your hope--and mine!
Is not a man's poor memory, indeed,
A daily resurrection? Your hope--and mine!
MARIAN.
And all the world's at heart! I do believe it.
ROBIN.
And I--if only that so many souls
Like yours have died believing they should meet
Again, lovers and children, little children!
God will not break that trust. I have found my heaven
Again in you; and, though I stumble still,
Your small hand leads me thro' the darkness, up
And onward, to the heights I dared not see,
And dare not even now; but my head bows
Above your face; I see them in your eyes.
Love, point me onward still!
[He takes her in his arms.]
Good-bye! Good-bye!
MARIAN.
Come back, come back, before the masque begins!
ROBIN.
Ay, or a little later--never fear:
You'll not so easily lose me.
MARIAN.
I shall count
The minutes!
ROBIN.
Why, you're trembling!
MARIAN.
Yes, I am foolish.
This is the first small parting we have had;
But--you'll be back ere dusk?
ROBIN.
[Laughing.]
Ah, do you think
That chains of steel could hold me, sweet, from you,
With those two heavenly eyes to call me home,
Those lips to welcome me? Good-bye!
MARIAN.
Good-bye!
[He goes hurriedly out. She looks after him for a moment,
then suddenly calls.]
Robin! Ah, well, no matter now--too late!
[She stands looking after him.] _
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