SCENE II — A Court in Wold Castle .
M OUNTNORRIS and Martin .
M OUNT . Aught of Lord Wold?
M AR . Her Grace is forth to meet him.
Of course she would not own't; not she: Emotion
Is not in the Peerage: 'Tis a morning walk
With Dr Rowth, my family priest — that's all.
M OUNT . Great things he has done. But is the war quite o'er
M AR . Why yes, we've cobbled up a peace with France.
This lets him breathe a space. But shrewd the tokens,
He breathes not long.
M OUNT . What's wrong next?
M AR . What's not wrong?
Weak is our Second Richard, wroth the land
Against his curled minions. Homeward look
Angry the banished heads. If Wold's to prop
The Throne as wont, the sooner he were come
With great Sir Hugh, the better.
M OUNT . What Sir Hugh?
M AR . Who but De Valma? Know you not? Patroclus
To our Achilles: Knighted by his patron
Upon the field: Ballads he makes, they say,
(And sings them, I suppose), on their own wars:
Isn't that a friend worth having? So to Wold
With Wold he comes.
M OUNT . I'll have another look
At our accoutrements
M AR . And I at thee!
He fought, forsooth, with Madam's father in certain old wars; and so, when he's fit for nothing else, he's good enough for my Captain! Captain of the Guard of Wold! And I'm to do Lieutenant to him! Our Duchess and her son don't trust me. Am I to waste my heart on such people? Dunley shall be Wold first.
M OUNTNORRIS and Martin .
M OUNT . Aught of Lord Wold?
M AR . Her Grace is forth to meet him.
Of course she would not own't; not she: Emotion
Is not in the Peerage: 'Tis a morning walk
With Dr Rowth, my family priest — that's all.
M OUNT . Great things he has done. But is the war quite o'er
M AR . Why yes, we've cobbled up a peace with France.
This lets him breathe a space. But shrewd the tokens,
He breathes not long.
M OUNT . What's wrong next?
M AR . What's not wrong?
Weak is our Second Richard, wroth the land
Against his curled minions. Homeward look
Angry the banished heads. If Wold's to prop
The Throne as wont, the sooner he were come
With great Sir Hugh, the better.
M OUNT . What Sir Hugh?
M AR . Who but De Valma? Know you not? Patroclus
To our Achilles: Knighted by his patron
Upon the field: Ballads he makes, they say,
(And sings them, I suppose), on their own wars:
Isn't that a friend worth having? So to Wold
With Wold he comes.
M OUNT . I'll have another look
At our accoutrements
M AR . And I at thee!
He fought, forsooth, with Madam's father in certain old wars; and so, when he's fit for nothing else, he's good enough for my Captain! Captain of the Guard of Wold! And I'm to do Lieutenant to him! Our Duchess and her son don't trust me. Am I to waste my heart on such people? Dunley shall be Wold first.