DUKE.-Blue shirt with hanging sleeves, trimmed with fur and silver, cap trimmed with fur and silver, rich belt. PRINCE FREDERICK.-Pink shirt with hanging sleeves, cap trimmed with silver ULRICK.-Green velvet shirt with hanging sleeves, trimmed with fur and silver, red robe, trimmed with gold, black fur cap, rich belt. SIR RUPERT.-Black shirt, with hanging sleeves, trimmed with silver, and cap. SIR OTTO.-Red flannel shirt with hanging sleeves, trimmed with gold. SIR CONRAD.-Green flannel shirt with hanging sleeves, trimmed with gold, and cap. HUON-His own dress. NICHOLAS.--Plain shirt. STEPHEN.-Fawn-coloured shirt with hanging sleeves. HERALD.-Blue shirt, trimmed with black, herald's coat. FALCONERS.-Green shirts and hats. KNIGHTS. Full armour. LORDS.-Shirts with hanging sleeves. SOLDIERS.-Blue shapes. EMPRESS.-Scarlet velvet, trimmed with ermine. COUNTESS.-First dress: Purple velvet.-Second dress: White muslin. CATHERINE.-First dress: White satin.-Second dress: Red cloak and helmet, with visor. CHRISTINA.-White satin. BERTHA--Ditto. EXITS AND ENTRANCES. R. means Right; L. Left; R. D. Right Door; L. D. Left Door; S. E. Second Entrance; U. E. Upper Entrance; M. D. Middle Door. RELATIVE POSITIONS. R., means Right; L., Left; C., Centre; R. C., Right of Centre ; L. C., Left of Centre. LOVE. ACT I. SCENE I.-A Room in Catherine's House. Chris. As thou lovest thine ease, Nicholas, restrai curiosity. It is a steed that runs away with a man, without his knowing it, until it has thrown him. The danger is never found out until the mischief is done. Besides, it is a woman's palfrey, which it befits not a man to ride. What signifies it to thee who comes into the house, whatsoever be the hour, so it is I that let him in ? Nich. Doubtless, Mistress Christina; yet a knock at the door, at two o'clock in the morning-and the door opening at that hour, to let a man into the house-and that man a gay young spark-may make a body wonder, though he have no more than the ordinary stock of curiosity. Chris. Propriety, Nicholas, belongs to no one hour of the twenty-four, more than to any other hour. It was fit that the young spark should come into the house, or I should not have let him in. And now mark what I say to you: Play not the house-dog any more. Do you mind? Let not your watchfulness interfere with your sleep, else, besides your sleep, it may peril your bed and board; but if thou hearest a knock when thou liest on the weary side of thee, and wakest, draw thy night-cap over thine ears, and turn on the other side; and so to sleep again-yea, though it be four o'clock in the morning, good Nicholas ! Nich. I shall mind. Chris. Do so, and thou shalt be wise. Duty, that becomes a busy-body, ever turns itself at last out of doors. Hast thou a good place, friend Nicholas ? Nich. Not a better in all Germany. Chris. Then take my advice and keep it. Nich. I will. Chris. Do! [Nicholas goes out, L.] My mistress will be discovered at last, well as she disguises herself and plays the man. I wish she had not taken this fancy into her head-it may bring her into trouble. [Catherine sings without, R.] Ha! here she is; returned to her proper self Who would believe that this was the spark I let into the house at two o'clock in the morning? Enter CATHERIne, r. Cath. [Speaking as she enters.] Christina! Cath. Oh, here you are! Was not Nicholas with you just now? Chris. Yes, he is only this moment gone. I have just been giving him a lesson. He saw you when you came home last night. Cath. Hush! secrets should be dumb to very walls! A chink may change a nation's destinies, "And where are walls without one-that have doors? "Voice hath a giant's might, not a dwarf's bulk; "It passeth where a tiny fly must stop; 66 Conspiracy that does not lock it out, "Fastens the door in vain." Let's talk in whispers, And then, with mouth to ear. 'Tis strange, Christina, So long I practice this deceit, and still Pass for a thing I am not―ne'er suspected The thing I am-'mongst those who know me best, too. Yet would that all dissemblers meant as fair! I play the cheat for very honesty, To find a worthy heart out, and reward it. "Far as the poles asunder are two things, "Self-interest and undesigning love : "Yet no two things more like, to see them smile. "He is a conjurer, Christina, then, "Can tell you which is which!" Shall I be won, For that I bring to him who winneth me? To find men out; they are such simple things! And then they are down upon you, and you're caged, You should escape offence; for men they are, Cath. And there's a little airy, fairy thing, Ekes my dimensions out, beyond what, else, Chris. And think you, none did e'er suspect your sex? Cath. With the man! It was my girlhood's study. Bless thee, child, From such a time to such, I am a man. As water turneth iron cinder black, Chris. But of your lovers? Cath. Tell me who they are! Alas, to have a rival in one's gown! For 'tis the same thing-'tis your property. And how much more, then, with a wretched serf, But what my betters stoop to, day by day, Except a man that loves me for myself! [Crosses, L.. Chris. And such a man, methinks, Sir Rupert seems. Cath. Ah! he is poor! Chris. And what of that? He's proud, And seems as jealous of his poverty Almost as you are. Cath. Yes! He makes no suit: He ever follows me, yet stands aloof, Prefer you any? Cath. No. Have I not said, When taxed with paying court to me, the rest- Cath. Sir Rupert? No! Chris. I am sure Sir Rupert loves you: he has all The signs of a lover. Cath. What are they? Chris. He sighs! Cath. Sighs! Listen to me! [Drawing a deep sigh | Of that, for a sigh! and say you, I'm in love? Coins ducats. Shows are all uncertain things, And him to show it, I would see it on! Cath. What is that to you? Dear girl, Whoe'er it be, I pray that I may love him! Chris. A most strange lady, she! A form of flesh and a heart of ice. |