John Brett. Portrait of Christina Rossetti. 1857.
The Bijou

The Bijou;

or Annual of Literature and the Arts

compiled by William Fraser

London: William Pickering,

1828

pp. pp. 39-64
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The Night before the Battle of Montiel: , A Dramatic Sketch
From the Spanish of Don Juan Algalaba

[The battle of Montiel was that which determined the fate of Pedro the Cruel. Just ten years before it took place he and Edward the Black Prince had utterly defeated at Nejara Henry (called of Transtamara) Pedro's natural brother, the competitor for the throne of Castile: But in the interval Pedro's cruelties had alienated the affection of his subjects, and the murder of his wife Blanche of Bourbon, sister to the King of France, had stirred up an enemy whom, being deserted by the English Prince, he had no longer any sufficient means to resist.

Pedro's famous mistress, Maria de Padilla, was in the castle of Montiel when the battle was fought, and after her lover was slain received the body and was permitted to bury it.

The French army was commanded by the illustrous Bertrand du Guesclin — in whose memoirs the highly picturesque details of the conflict, the subsequent meeting of the brothers, and the death of Pedro, may be found. Le Begue was the French knight who stabbed Pedro.]

SCENE I.

SCENE — The Camp of Henry.

ALAIN DE LA HOUSSAYE AND LE BEGUE.

HOUSSAYE.

I do remember even on such a sky 1
Kind Pedro's banner flaunted, even so calm 2
And heavy hung yon selfsame royal blazon 3
Upon the air, as the slow sun went down 4
The night before Nejara. 5
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LE BEGUE.

‘Twas in Paris, 6
I heard the tidings of that filed; — I knew not 7
That my old friend rode in Prince Henry's host 8
Else had I not rejoiced. 9

HOUSSAYE.

Rejoiced? 10

LE BEGUE.

Yes, Alain — — 11
I had heard many things against Don Pedro, 12
Yet, truth to speak, it seemed to me foul scorn, 13
That one whose mother never had been married, 14
Should put his hand forth — clutching at the crown. 15

HOUSSAYE.

I hope we'll have no thoughts like these to-morrow. 16

LE BEGUE.

Not I, the fleurdelys will be i'the van. 17

HOUSSAYE.

My thoughts shall be upon the Lady Blanche. 18

LE BEGUE.

Aye, well they may — 19
That bloody Jewess — is it known if she 20
Be still with Pedro? Follows she the camp? 21

HOUSSAYE.

They say she doth — but see! Lord Onis comes, 22
And he can tell us further. 23

LE BEGUE.

The old lord 24
Walks very solemnly methinks to-night, 25
His pace is sober as a hooded priest. 26

HOUSSAYE.

Aye, and I'll warrant ye his thoughts more sober, 27
Than oft lie hid beneath the gown and cowl. 28

LE BEGUE.

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In the hot hour 29
The chance is equal! be we French or Spaniard — 30
But if the day go darkly, and Don Henry 31
Find on Montiel the fortune of Nejara, — 32
No ransom for a traitor. 33

HOUSSAYE.

Look upon him! 34
There sits no selfish fear on Onis' brow; 35
He is a Spaniard, and we war in Spain. 36
The rival chiefs are brothers — and the swords 37
That glow even now in many a strenuous hand 38
As they receive the polish and the point, 39
Must gleam ere long before the eyes of kindred. 40
Where'er may fall the chance of victory, 41
Yon stream, amidst to-morrow's noontide brightness, 42
Will be more purple with Castilian blood, 43
Than now the broad sun sinking paints its face. 44

LE BEGUE.

He passes on — he takes no note of us. 45

HOUSSAYE.

We greet you well, Lord Onis! 46

ONIS.

Ha! fair Sirs! 47
I crave your pardon. Whither be ye bound? 48

HOUSSAYE.

Du Guesclin's trumpet hath not sounded yet? 49

ONIS.

They are together in the royal tent. 50
Anon we shall be summoned. 51

LE BEGUE.

Doth the prince, 52
(I crave your grace, the king) doth he to-morrow 53
Charge on the centre of his brother's battle? 54

ONIS.

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I would it were not so; but, if I know him, 55
It would be heavy tiding for his ear, 56
That any sword but his had found its sheath 57
Within the breast of Pedro. 58

HOUSSAYE.

Don Pedro's cuirass hath turned swords ere now — 59
And wielded by as ready hands as Henry's. 60

ONIS.

You speak the truth, Sir Alain de la Houssaye, 61

LE BEGUE.

You look for stubborn work, my Lord of Onis. 62

ONIS.

Sir Alain Houssaye has seen Pedro's plume 63
Rising and falling like a falcon's wing, 64
As far i'the front as e'er Plantagenet 65
Shewed his black crest. 66

LE BEGUE.

And yet the old adage 67
Hangs cruelty and cowardice together. 68

ONIS.

The man that coined the phrase had known no Pedro. 69
The old ancestral sense of dignity 70
Exalts our excellence if we be good, 71
And even if we be vicious, that high pride 72
Is not more inborn than inalienable; 73
At least ‘tis so with Pedro. ‘Twas the same 74
When Pedro stood no higher than his hilt, 75
A most imperious boy. God he defies, 76
And man he never feared. 77

LE HOUSSAYE.

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This nobleness 78
Of kingly nature props e'en now a cause 79
That, had he been in aught a vulgar villain 80
Had been as bare of man's aid as of God's; — 81
But hark! The trumpet. 82

LE BEGUE.

Let us to the tent. 83

[Exeunt Houssaye and Le Begue.

ONIS.

Beautiful Valley! What a golden light 84
Is on thy bosom. Ha! the bells are ringing 85
In the church towers along yon green hill side 86
The vesper chaunt! Alas! What dreary knells 87
Must shake, next sunset, their gray pinnacles! 88

[Exit.

SCENE II.

The Tent of Henry of Transtamara.

HENRY — DU GUESCLIN — BISHOP PEREZ — ONIS — HOUSSAYE — LE BEGUE.

HENRY.

Sit, gentlemen. Onis, we waited for thee. 1

DU GUESCLIN.

There is no need we should be long together; 2
We may do better service in our quarters: 3
My humble mind it was, most certainly, 4
That you, sir king, should take the right to-morrow, 5
Where, if our scouts bring true intelligence, 6
Don Pedro plants his Moors —- 7

HENRY.

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Noble Du Guesclin, 8
We fight on Spanish ground, and I have here 9
Three thousand true men of Castile and Leon 10
Who serve me as their king — the which I am 11
By the free choice of nobility 12
In open Cortes, aiding right of blood, 13
My brother having forfeited all title 14
By bloody acts of murder and oppression 15
Not to be counted — some of them ye know — 16
The which dissolved all claim to our allegiance, 17
And left us free (I mean the Lords of Spain) 18
To choose another wearer for the crown 19
Of old Pelayo; — of Pelayo's line 20
Am I, and justly now I wear that crown, 21
Though once there was a baton on my shield, 22
That stain being erased and nullified 23
By the decree I spake of —- Now their hearts 24
Would scarcely brook to see the post of honour 25
Filled by a stranger, howsoever noble 26
In blood, and whatsoever pennon rearing, 27
When I their king am present. Other reasons 28
I have already to your private ear 29
Sufficiently expounded. Is there need 30
That I recount them also? 31

DU GUESCLIN.

Since his highness 32
Is so resolved in this, my Lord of Onis, 33
I yield the matter — for myself I speak: 34
What says La Houssaye? 35

HOUSSAYE.

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May it please the king, 36
Although your courtesy, noble Du Guesclin, 37
Hath brought me to the council, I am here 38
Not to oppose my voice to voice of yours — 39
But having learned your pleasure and my part, 40
To tender, if need be, humble suggestion 41
Touching what falls to me — and crave your guidance — 42
Ride we then on the right? 43

DU GUESCLIN.

You and Le Begue, 44
Be there with Burgundy and Picardy, 45
Ye'll have the Moors to deal withal. Myself 46
Will set my light-limbed Bretons on the left; 47
Perchance, while that King Henry from our centre 48
Bears with his Spaniards on the bridge, the old ford 49
May serve our need as well. I think ‘tis certain, 50
Don Pedro, with his own Castilian spears, 51
Will bide your highness' onset—Spain to Spain! 52

HENRY.

Ay, and for Spain. 53

BISHOP.

Now God protect King Henry! 54
The Lord of Hosts will battle for the right. 55

LE BEGUE.

We all shall do our best, my good Lord Bishop. 56

ONIS.

[Aside to La Houssaye.]

'Twere vain you see for anyone to fight 57
Against the king's determination. 58

HOUSSAYE.

‘Tis a most wild one! Heaven defend the issue. 59

HENRY.

What says La Houssaye? 60

LE BEGUE.

He prays heaven, my lord, 61
To send fair issue of to-morrow's field. 62
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HENRY.

'Tis well; and now brave gentlemen of France 63
Good e'en be with you all. Let the dawn find us 64
Each at his post. 65

DU GUESCLIN.

My word shall be—QUEEN BLANCHE! 66

HENRY.

And mine—KING HENRY! 67

DU GUESCLIN.

They'll do well together. 68

[The lords rise from their seats; a Trumpet is heard.

HENRY.

What means this trumpet? thrice, too? 69

[Enter a Castilian Herald in his tabard, attended by Officers &c.

HERALD.

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By my mouth 70
Thus to King Sancho's baseborn son, Don Henry 71
Of Transtamara, speaks his rightful liege 72
The King, Don Pedro of Castille. Bold bastard, 73
That darest, not remembering the black curse 74
Which lies upon the memory of Count Julian, 75
To ape his ancient treason, and become 76
The guide of foreign spears into the heart 77
Of the fair Spanish land — I, born thy prince, 78
The lawful son and heir of thy dead father, 79
Whose erring love begot thee of a slave, 80
Bearded by thee within mine heritage, 81
Thee and the Bourbon's vassals whom thou guidest, 82
I full of scorn and wrath, as well I may be, 83
Have pity on all of those their fair allegiance 84
Due to the Majesty of France hath led 85
Thus far within my realm — albeit their swords 86
Are girded on their thighs to serve the cause 87
Of my most sinful rebel; nor against 88
Even those, my own born liegemen, whom thy cunning 89
Hath led astray, so that forgetting oath 90
And fealty and solemn plight of homage, 91
They stand with thee against their sovereign's banner, 92
Am I entirely steeled. Therefore, in presence 93
Of brave Du Guesclin and his captains and 94
The Spaniards that are with them, I make offer 95
Of truce from this time till to-morrow's sunset, 96
Within which space — at the cool dawn ‘twere best — 97
Let lists be set upon the open field 98
Between these camps; and let the Lord Du Guesclin, 99
Upon the part of Henry Transtamara, 100
And the most noble Castro upon mine, 101
Be umpires of the day — and man to man, 102
And horse to horse — with lance, sword, mace, and knife — 103
Let two, whose hostile banners bear one sign, 104
Appeal to the unseen eye of God for judgment 105
On their conflicting titles; let the winner 106
Be undisputed king; unfearing love 107
Rest between him, whoever he may be, 108
And all that are this day encamped here, 109
Moor, Frenchman, Spaniard; and let him who loses 110
Have death or exile; so shall knightly blood 111
Keep knightly veins, and wives' and mothers' eyes 112
On either side the rugged Pyrenees 113
Retain their tears unwept; so France in honour, 114
And Spain in peace, sweep from all memory 115
The traces of this tumult. I, the king, 116
Speak so: — Don Henry, called of Transtamara, 117

[Flings down his gauntlet.

Liftest thou King Pedro's glove? 118

ONIS.

Now heaven defend!— 119
That voice! — 120

HENRY.

[Stepping forward.]

Right willingly —— 121

DU GUESCLIN.

[rising, and laying his own hand on Henry's arm.]

Forbear, rash king! 122
Herald! go back in safety as thou camest, 123
And tell thy master that the King Don Henry 124
Would willingly have lifted up the glove 125
Thy had flung down — but that Du Guesclin stayed him. 126

HENRY.

French Lord, I do command thee, let me pass. 127

DU GUESCLIN.

Nay, nay King Henry — thou art not my king. 128

HENRY.

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Thou art the vassal of my brother of France, 129
And thou art here because my quarrel's his. 130

DU GUESCLIN.

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Yes; but his quarrel is not thine, Lord King —— 131
Nor, when he kissed my baton at the Louvre 132
Did he command me to entrust the vengeance, 133
For which dead Blanche's blood doth cry to heaven 134
And him, the royal brother of her blood, 135
To any Spanish hand — prince's or king's. 136
We, De la Houssaye, and Le Begue, and I, 137
And ten good score of noblemen besides, 138
With all the spears that love or chivalry 139
Has clustered at our backs — must we stand by 140
And let the murderer of the Lady Blanche, 141
The sister of our king, conquer or fall, 142
According as one Spaniard or another 143
Couches his lance the firmest, in our sight — 144
Had Henry of Transtamara ne'er been crowned — 145
Aye, had ne'er been born, thinkest thou my king 146
Would have sat still upon his father's throne, 147
And bid his priests sing masses for the soul 148
Of unrevenged Blanche. 149
I lift this glove; 150
I place it in the front of this my basnet, 151
Which here, for lack of worthier, represents 152
The coronetted helmet of King Philip. 153
Do as ye will, thou, and the Lord of Onis, 154
This bishop, and as many Spaniards more 155
As are encamped with us — I speak for France, 156
And I will have a field, an open field, 157
A bloody field for Blanche! 158

HERALD.

A bloody field! 159
So be it—I shall know my glove again. 160

DU GUESCLIN.

Thy glove? 161

HERALD.

King Pedro's glove. I speak for him. 162

DU GUESCLIN.

Thou speakest in safety whatsoe'er thou speakest. 163

HERALD.

[taking off his cap.]

I speak in safety since Du Guesclin says so, 164
I am King Pedro! Doth Henry know me? Kneel slave! 165

HENRY.

[starting back, and drawing his sword.]

Thou murderer! hast no sword? 166

DU GUESCLIN.

If he had fifty none were drawn to-night. 167
This sacred garb which God and man respect, 168
And mine own words do save thee. Go in peace. 169

PEDRO.

I came not hither to make speeches, nor 170
See I fit judge to sit and hold the balance 171
Between my breath and thine. Therefore, Du Guesclin, 172
Farewell. We meet to-morrow. Ynigo Onis 173
Thou hadst a playmate once. Ha! Father Joseph, 174
Who drew that bare scalp from a monkery, 175
And clapped a mitre on't? Sweet lords, good night. 176

[Exit Pedro.

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DU GUESCLIN.

Le Begue, attend the Herald to the barrier. 177

[Exit Le Begue.

Bold, dark, and haughty soul. I knew him not. 178

ONIS.

There was something in the voice — and yet 179
I could not think but that I dreamed. —— 180

HENRY.

Ten years 181
Have changed my brother much. His brow is wrinkled, 182
His hairs are grey. 183

LA HOUSSAYE.

His fierce eye is the same. 184

HENRY.

Once more, kind gentlemen, farewell. 185
[Exeunt Du Guesclin, &c.] Lord Bishop. 186
Do thou remain with some little space. 187
[Aside.] I've seen my brother — something whispers me 188
That one more meeting, and no more shall be. 189
SCENE III.

The French Camp.

[Enter Pedro, Le Begue, & a crowd of soldiers.

FIRST SOLDIER.

I warrant ye lie has worn both plate and mail, 1
His stuffed tabard sits like a shirt upon him. 2

SECOND SOLDIER.

And fifty lances! 3
I never heard of herald so attended. 4

FIRST SOLDIER.

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He is some noble gentleman, besure, 5
The Lord Le Begue, you see, is squiring him. 6

THIRD SOLDIER.

Faith! and I think he walks a-foot behind him. 7

PEDRO.

Le Begue de Villaines? Ha! a noble name! 8
A very noble race of Burgundy; 9
I've heard of them ere now. My Lord Le Begue 10
You've had a hasty march from Salamanca, 11
Some fifteen days, I think. I have been near you, 12
Almost as near as now within that time. 13

LE BEGUE.

An' please your Highness, had we known thereof, 14
We should, as now, have tendered ye our escort. 15

PEDRO.

I doubt it not. You've chosen your quarters shrewdly. 16
I know the spot of old. There is a well 17
Beside yon oak that ye may slake your thirst in, 18
If ye were thrice as many as I count ye. 19
A very pleasant fountain, — 20

LE BEGUE.

I have not drunk thereof. 21

PEDRO.

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A true Burgundian! — Well, Sir, blood flows out 22
And wine flows in — such is the soldier's course. 23
I wish I had ye in Montiel this night. — 24
Your lads, I see, have lips of the same savour, 25
By Jove they seem right merry underneath 26
These old trees — there's no lack of skins among them. 27
Well, drink to-night. If some of these red lips 28
Be white enough, and dry withal ere long, 29
The blood ye might have kept, and the good wine 30
Ye might have drunk—I shall be blamed for neither. 31
Captain, are these your soldiers? 32

LE BEGUE.

Some of them? 33

PEDRO.

Yon tall black fellow, leaning on his spear, 34
Is he not Spanish? 35

LE BEGUE.

Is his leathern doublet? 36
I know him not — his face is new to me. 37

PEDRO.

But not to me — Rodrigo Perez! Look ye 38
Sir knight, how the slave bends. His Spanish blood 39
Is not all washed from out his veins. — 40

LE BEGUE.

An' please you, Sir, 41
I can permit no talk — the barrier's near, 42
I'll see you safe among your followers. 43

PEDRO.

What? stop a Herald's mouth! well well, pass on, 44

[throwing money to the soldiers.]

Drink all men's friend, the Herald, when he's gone. 45

[Exit Pedro.]

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FIRST SOLDIER.

Thanks for the largess! Fill a cup to him. 46

[drinks.]

SECOND SOLDIER.

Aye, sure; a noble generous gentleman. 47

[drinks.]

OLD SPEARMAN.

Why do ye not pledge the toast? 48
He is your countryman. —— 49

RODRIGO PEREZ.

If ye knew his face 50
As well as I, ye would not fill so cheerily. 51

FIRST SOLDIER.

You've seen him heretofore? how runs his name? 52
A don I'll warrant ye, and then some dozen 53
Of fine high sounding long words after it. 54
You've half an ell of names yourself, I'll swear. 55

PEREZ.

A short one serves him. — 56

FIRST SOLDIER.

Speak it out. 57

PEREZ.

Your pardon ——- 58

FIRST SOLDIER.

Old man you stare as if this lordly Herald 59
Had been your father's ghost. Come, speak, who is he? 60
He spoke to you; he called you by your name. 61

SECOND SOLDIER.

By our Lady, 62
It seems as if this Pedro's coat of arms 63
Painted upon a fool's coat, were enough 64
To frighten some that must expect to see 65
His floating banner and his dancing crest, 66
Ere long — if, as they say, we fight to-morrow. 67

PEREZ.

Talk on, young men: to-morrow's not far off. 68

THIRD SOLDIER.

No, and for that cause my most sober comrade, 69
It is my mind that we should drink to-night, 70
To-morrow we'll have neither shade nor wine. 71

PEREZ.

Nor thirst it may be — 72

[Exit.

FIRST SOLDIER.

[sings.]

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To-morrow when the sun is high 73
Up in the glowing burning sky, 74
When trumpets sound, and pennons fly, 75
And lances gleam. 76
No resting on the spear 77
To drain the wine cup clear: 78
Of jollity and cheer 79
I shall not dream. 80

SECOND SOLDIER.

To-morrow when the sun is low, 81
For some a jovial cup may flow, 82
But who can tell, and who can know 83
For me? — for whom? 84
A cold earth bed perchance, 85
Beside a broken lance, 86
Far, far from merry France, 87
May be my doom. 88

THE TWO SOLDIERS.

To-night yon sun goes down in gold, 89
His purple clouds around him rolled, 90
What eyes his next descent behold, 91
May none reveal. 92
Fill, fill your goblets high, 93
Bright as yon glorious sky, 94
Wine will not make us die 95
On hot Montiel. 96

THIRD SOLDIER.

Pass round the cup — I think our dry old Spaniard 97
Has moved himself. 98
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FOURTH SOLDIER.

Now saw ye e'er a man 99
Look wilder when yon Herald as he passed 100
Fixed his black eye, and named him? 101

FOURTH SOLDIER.

Quite aghast! 102
SCENE IV.

Another part of the camp.

RODRIGO PEREZ.

[alone.]

It was but yesterday this King and Onis 1
Stood by while I was digging here i the ditch, 2
And looked upon me for some minutes' space, 3
I did not work less lustitly because 4
There eyes were on me — by my troth I watered 5
The clay with my best sweat — but never a word — 6
"Rodrigo Perez, hot work, old Rodrigo ——" 7
To say so much had been no mighty matter, 8
"The ditch will do." "The barrier will be good," 9
Good! good! good barrier! nothing of good soldier. 10
Well, ‘tis all one. 11

Enter GIL FRASSO.

GIL.

Perez, comrade Perez, 12
Hast heard this story? 13

PEREZ.

Story! I've heard none — 14
What is't? 15

GIL.

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I scarcely can believe 'tis true — 16
The old king — black Don Pedro, man, — Yon Herald 17
Whose trumpet we all heard — they say ‘twas he — 18
'Twas he himself — and that he came disguised 19
In those gay trappings to fling down his glove, 20
And challenge Henry face to face to the combat — 21
The single combat — but Du Guesclin barred it. 22

PEREZ.

Where hast thou heard this news? 23

GIL.

Why, but this moment 24
I left a knot of our companions gathered 25
Beneath the big oak, close beside the well, 26
And this was all their talk. 27

PEREZ.

The single combat! 28
By Saint Iago, in my humble mind, 29
Du Guesclin did Don Henry a good turn. 30

GIL.

Hush! do not say so. Dost thou then believe it? 31

PEREZ.

Why not, Gil Frasso? Pedro's worst of foes 32
Will scarce deny that give them equal chance 33
Of wind and sun, within a guarded ring, 34
The old King mounted as we all have seen him, 35
Might raise a clatter on the new King's helm 36
In spite of the fair coronet that girds it. 37

GIL.

Faith! Pedro always had a heavy hand. 38
But can ye credit it that he came here? 39

PEREZ.

Why that I scarce can doubt. I saw him Frasso, 40
I saw him, man, with mine own eyes. 41

GIL.

And knew him? 42

PEREZ.

Aye, Gil—what's stranger, may be, he knew me. 43
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GIL.

Nay, nay, old Perez, I can scarce go with you — 44
But come let's hear the story. 45

PEREZ.

Look'ye, Gil, 46
It was down yonder, where those gay French sparks 47
Are drinking and carousing in the shade; 48
I stood beside them leaning on my spear, 49
To see the Herald passing to the barrier; 50
Well, up he came, the Lord Le Begue came with him, 51
And as they passed us, suddenly the Herald 52
(We had ta'en notice of his lordly step,) 53
Halted, and said "are these your soldiers, Sir?" 54
And then he pointed with his finger thus, 55
"My Lord Le Begue," quoth he, "there stands a Spaniard," 56
And then he loooked more sternly yet, and waved 57
His hand, and named my name "Rodrigo Perez." 58
These were his words — they're ringing in my ears. 59
Rodrigo Perez! — Well, say what they will, 60
It is no shame I think, even for a King, 61
To know an old man that has shed his blood 62
Beneath his banner. — 'Twill be just ten years 63
Next Thursday (if we see it) since Nejara — 64

GIL.

It was a noble day — a glorious day! 65

RODRIGO.

Say that within the hearing of Lord Onis — 66

GIL.

No 'faith — but yet it was a glorious field. 67

RODRIGO.

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Aye, and the morrow after, I remember 68
I wakened stiff enough — this arm was bandaged, 69
And this leg too — I woke and sat upright, 70
And looked about me, in the crowded place 71
All full of comrades shattered like myself, 72
Some worse, some better, and there stood the King, 73
Aye there he stood himself among the leeches 74
And priests (they all were busy), and he said — 75
It seems as if all had passed but yestereven, — 76
"Lie down good fellow, rest a day or two, 77
And ye'll be well again." 78

GIL.

I would he had not slain the Lady Blanche. 79

RODRIGO.

She was a pretty lady — so say all — 80
But French — why seek they wives from France? — I love not 81
The men — no nor the women of that land. 82

GIL.

No more did Pedro. — He should have not killed her 83
And for a Jewess too! 84

RODRIGO.

We hear black tales: 85
Who knows what may have been before she died? 86

GIL.

In faith I know not, Perez. 87

RODRIGO.

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So we had at Nejara: There Don Henry 88
Was beat — aye, man, like chaff, before black Wales 89
And the old king. He wants those English spears, 90
None better ever thrust, but as men speak, 91
There are some thousands of the Moorish horse 92
Within Montiel to-night. Our gay French comrades 93
May find the scimitar's as good's the sword. 94
And old De Castro is with Pedro still. 95

GIL.

God knows the issue. Would the day were over. 96

RODRIGO.

Aye, would it were. If riding in the front 97
Among the Bishop's men it so fall out, 98
That we come near the king — I mean King Pedro, — 99
And I behold him charging on the French — 100
I know not. — 101

GIL.

Comrade. — 102

RODRIGO.

He's but a bastard, 103
We may get easily beyond the barrier — 104
Down yon Green Lane — your hand: — The true old king 105
Will let us in, I warrant him, right kindly. 106
Why, Gil, I think it would have chilled our bloods, 107
And made our arms like withs, if we had seen 108
King Pedro's plume at work, and heard his voice 109
High above all the meacute;leacute;e as of yore, 110
And we old followers, Nejara-men, 111
Been there against him. 112

GIL.

That oath to the bishop 113
Sticks in my gizzard. 114

RODRIGO.

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So, man, gulp it down 115
While yet he was but plain old Father Joseph — 116
And Henry — my Lord Bastard —- 117
I had ta'en oaths enough to serve Don Pedro. 118
Hark to yon Frenchmen how they boose and sing. 119

GIL.

Come — we'll have cups of welcome from the king. 120

Exeunt.

SCENE V.

A chamber in the Castle of Montiel.

MARIA DE PADILLA, her SON, and SARAH, seated by a window.

MARIA.

Your father will come home anon, my love. 1

SARAH.

The sun's gone down, and if it please my lady 2
I'll see him to his chamber. 3

BOY.

Let me stay 4
Until my father be come home again, 5
I will not sleep till he has said good night, 6
And kissed me. 7

MARIA.

Kiss me darling — 8
So, — you shall stay and get the other too. 9
Speak truly, Sarah — they're the king's own eyes. 10

SARAH.

In part 'tis so; the long lids are the same — 11
'Tis a sweet mixture — fair and gentle boy! 12

MARIA.

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Aye, fair and gentle now — gentle and fair! 13
But look beneath the shadow of the oak, 14
And see how delicate the nursling plant 15
Fruit of some late chance-scattered acorn shews 16
Its smooth slim stem, its tiny trembling shoots — 17
Its little glossy leaves—one scarce could dream, 18
That in the course of nature these must be 19
Transformed into the rough wide girdled trunk 20
Scornful of tempests, and the giant boughs, 21
Whose massive umbrage darkens noon below them — 22
And yet 'tis so — when the stout parent tree 23
Has mouldered into age's dust, or yielded 24
Perchance to the dread flash of heavenly fire — 25
Aye, or been battered down before its day, 26
By common woodman's axe — that little budling 27
Shall be the pride of all the grove around. — 28
One down — another rises — this smooth chin 29
Will ere men think that many years have flown, 30
Be rough and back enow — this ivory forehead 31
Plaited with wrinkled lines, the legacy 32
Of sorrows, it may be — most certainly 33
Of cares — the wind, the sun, foul weather 34
Will all have done their work to tan this cheek, 35
And this white shoulder, (now it hath a dimple, 36
The prettiest bride in all Castile might envy), 37
Will be deep ploughed with trace of buckled mail, 38
And clasped plate — Pedro will be a man — 39
I hope a noble soldier like his father. 40

SARAH.

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Aye, and a prince as once his father was 41
And in God's time a king as he is now. 42

MARIA.

I hope my god will hear my nightly voice, 43
And let me sleep in dust before that day — 44
For my fair child — come Pedro to my knee — 45
My sinless child, or ere thou close thine eyes 46
This night, be sure thou kneel – alone — for I 47
Must not be with thee then, and pray to God 48
To send down victory on thy father's sword — 49
Pray strongly for thy father: — simple child, 50
See, Sarah, how he stares with his black eyes! 51

SARAH.

Now, prithee, cease my lady, 52
You'll send us all a weeping to our beds 53
If you look thus. I met the Lord de Castro 54
But now as I was coming through the court, 55
He smiled upon me courteously and gaily: 56
I'm sure he thinks 'twill all go well to-morrow. 57

MARIA.

The old soldier will not let shis eye betray him. 58
His counsel and his prudence are my hope 59
Next to the strong arm of my fearless king. 60
As for these Moors — 61
I cannot trust them — Yon old crafty Zagal, 62
Although his words be of the readiest 63
I doubt he he'll pause before he sheds much blood 64
Of faithful Mussulmen in this debate: — 65

SARAH.

If you suspect him, speak it to the king. 66

MARIA.

I would the king were here — he tarries long. 67
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SARAH.

He hath rode something further than he thought for 68
In reconnaissance — he will soon be here; 69
De Castro, Zagal, and the other lords 70
Are but assembling in the hall as yet. 71

MARIA.

Sleepy, my boy? Well, Sarah, carry him 72
Up to his chamber: when the king returns 73
We both will come together — soon I hope. 74

SARAH.

Come, darling, you have watched too long already. 75

[Exit with the boy.

MARIA.

And now 'tis dark all over — hot and dark — 76
The heavens must be relieved from this oppression — 77
We from this doubting which is worse than death. 78
What matters it whether the thunder growl 79
Once or a thousand times? If it light here — 80
The spirit of one must be unclad — a king 81
Or nothing —— I — what must I be? — no matter — 82
At least if things go darkly I can share 83
His gloomier destiny — have my full half 84
Of all that brings — and be at least his equal 85
As well as bedfellow within the grave. 86
The grave! Dead Blanche I fear thee — 87
And yet God gives to kings the arbitrement 88
Of life and death — and Pedro is a king — 89
She knew that I had lain on Pedro's breast, 90
And yet she couched her curls there: — my sweet boy 91
On thee she had no pity, nor thy mother — 92

[Scene closes.