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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
ROSAMOND, by BARRETT WENDELL First Line: So fare thee well, rose of the world. From france Last Line: "so fare thee well, rose of the world." | |||
CHARACTERS ELINOR, THE QUEEN ROSAMOND SCENE The Bower at Woodstock. ROSAMOND, reading "So fare thee well, Rose of the World. From France One shall ride swift with greetings. Day by day My thoughts shall fly to thee. Rebellious sons Of their curst mother take me from thee now. The cares of state, the turmoil of the wars Keep my wits busyyet no day shall pass Without an embassy of love to thee. Watch for them day by day, and when they fail Know me no longer thy Plantagenet." This from Southampton. Ay, and days have passed, And nights have I lain waking for the words I would not sleep for reading. Yet none came. So I begun to dread lest far away In France, amid all the pomp of royalty, Henry Plantagenet had little thought For these dull glades of Woodstock. Then, but now, Has come the summons calling forth the guard; And these dear lines I have so often conned I con again, to take farewell of them. For fresher greetings hurry to me now, And what has latest touched King Henry's hand Is dearest to my heart.I hear one come Hurrying hither with the words of love That now henceforth shall greet me day by day. Come hither quickly! Enter the Queen. THE QUEEN, to attendants without Stay without there! I Would enter here alone. ROSAMOND Would enter here? Pray, lady, by what leave? Meseems it were Fitter that I should chide thy sauciness Than question any further. THE QUEEN Rosamond Men call thee. ROSAMOND 'T was a name not dear to me Until I knew it dear to him whose lips Have kissed my soul away THE QUEEN Say no word more. Those thou hast said already were enough To prove my visit timely. ROSAMOND With your leave. I know not who you are. But this I know: The name that greets me from the royal lips Of Henry is a name no other tongue May speak to me unchallenged. All but he Call me the Lady Clifford. THE QUEEN To thy face. What I have heard thee called sounds little like A term of honour. ROSAMOND How you entered here I know not. He who guards me waits without, Bound by allegiance so to do my will In Woodstock here as though King Henry's voice Spoke through my lips. Here I am royal too. The whims of kings are laws. A word from me, And your shrill voice is silenced. THE QUEEN Silly girl, Dost thou not know me? ROSAMOND No, nor would. Go safe. I give you leave to leave me, for that now Your voice and look speak ill of none but me, And I am merciful today, when fresh From France come greetings from my royal love. THE QUEEN Greetings today! ROSAMOND You are not safe to wait. I am a woman full of fantasy. Perchance my whim shall change. Your reverend airs Would not avail you should I speak the word Of doom instead of mercy. THE QUEEN Know me, then, Elinor of Guienne. ROSAMOND How came you here? THE QUEEN My guards without have mastered thine. This bower Is mine, who rule in England while my lord The King is busy with his wars in France. ROSAMOND Sir Richard, ho! THE QUEEN Sir Richard hears, perchance; They say the dead have ears, but all too low Their voices are to answer. ROSAMOND Dead! THE QUEEN Ay, dead! He strove to bar my passage with such news Of Henry's dotings as you prate. He fought Those I bade clear my way. So he is gone To see if at the gate of Paradise His royal master's name may more avail Than here on earth. ROSAMOND And I am here alone, And at thy mercy? THE QUEEN Mercy, Rosamond? Look not for that from me. Here I am come To do a deed of justice. ROSAMOND If the King Were by, to judge between us THE QUEEN These grave wars In France distract the King. While he is gone To chide his warring children, I remain To do the petty works he leaves behind Smile on the fawning courtiers, vex the Jews Till they bring forth their hoards, proclaim the laws, And judge what forfeit those shall pay whose deeds Work mischief here in England. ROSAMOND Tell me, then, What forfeit she must pay who long ago, When Henry's children gathered at her knee, Whispered them tales of how, in times gone by, Princes waxed strong had harried hapless kings Into their graves. THE QUEEN 'T is thou that in the ear Of yielding Henry whisperest these tales To stir up strife betwixt him and the wife God gave him. ROSAMOND Now, by all the blessed saints That pray in Heaven for our sins on earth, You name a sin I am not guilty of. THE QUEEN Let the saints judge of that. ROSAMOND Nay, let them judge As sternly as God will what I have done And I am very sinful, nor will plead Aught save that from the day when first he smiled On me, a virgin, in my father's house, I have not thought a thought, nor spoke a word, Nor done a deed I have not done and spoke And thought to make him happy.Let the saints Doom me for that. 'T is justice. But believe I never slandered thee. THE QUEEN Why, even now, Here, to my face, thou spakest out the words Thou wouldst disclaim. ROSAMOND Ay, to thy face I spake What men have told for truth. But unto him, Henry, my king, my love THE QUEEN My husband, girl! ROSAMOND So be it.I have never spoken word To stir his wrath against a living thing. Vexed with the cares of state, with wars, with plots, With all the turmoil that I know not of, He comes to me, to lay aside awhile The tedious pomp of royalty. And days Have passed, and months, and years,the which I count For so much Heaven granted me on earth, And through them all betwixt the King and me Pass words of peace, and love, and joyousness. Believe me, we have dearer business Than thee and thy misdoing. THE QUEEN Rosamond, Thy time grows short. ROSAMOND Well, take me where thou wilt. Woodstock is thine now. Send me forth, and search it For that great treasure which till now it housed, King Henry's heart. THE QUEEN Thou hast not far to go. In Godstowe Church I bade the monks prepare A chamber for thee. 'T is a narrow one; I would it were so narrow that therein Thou couldst not keep thy treasure. But, alas, My power is all too little to bereave Thee of the love that thy fair locks have stolen From me in all my royalty. ROSAMOND From thee, Lady, I have stolen nothing. Surely, then, Thou wouldst not have me die! THE QUEEN Ah, Rosamond, Think'st thou I love him not? ROSAMOND Thou? Love the King? THE QUEEN Ay, love him with a consecrated love Made holy by the blessing of the Church. Oh, I am old. Thy locks are ruddy gold, And mine grow grizzled. Thy fair face is smooth, And my grim visage wrinkled with the cares Of years that were no more long ere thine eyes Laughed back the sunshine. But my heart awoke Almost as late as thine. When first the King Came in his bridal pomp to take this hand That made him master of those lands in France My fathers ruled, I looked upon the face Thou knowest as well as I. Then first I knew What life might be on earth. Ay, curl thy lip. Louis of France had known me; then proclaimed How some black-bearded Saracen, long since Gone to his lying prophet, made me sin Against his honour and the cross of Christ; So cast me forth. These tales are old. But hear One older still: how younger yet than thou When first King Henry saw thee, I was made Bride to that stale, unloving prince of France, Who craved Guienne, and took me as the price They made him pay for purchase.Royalty Men deem most worthy state of mortal men. I have reigned Queen of France; I reign today Lady of England. Wouldst thou change with me? Take all my honours? give me in return Only the love of Henry? ROSAMOND Rather die, As die I must if what thou speak'st be true. THE QUEEN And dost thou think that aught but truth could wring From me, from Elinor the Queen, these tales That speak the story of my wretched life A wife unloving, then a wife unloved? ROSAMOND Lady, my sins are deeper than I knew. Heaven, I knew, forbade me so to love As what was earthly in me made me love. I turned from Heaven. Henry's love on earth Was Heaven enough for me. THE QUEEN So, too, for me Who bore him children, served his every nod, Watching and praying through the lingering years That, wheresover his light fancy strayed, His eye at length might fall on me, and know The wife that loved him.Girl, one look of love That never came had saved thee even now. ROSAMOND Lady, forgive me. I am very frail, And young, and sinful. Now at last I know That thou hast right to be as stern as God In judging me. Yet I have dared to hope That God, for Christ's sweet sake, and for the saints' That pray for us in Heaven, might perchance Forgive the sin I sinned against His law, Knowing the love that bound me. Elinor, Thou knowest that love. Be merciful. Forgive. I am afraid to die. THE QUEEN If thou wert I Wouldst thou forgive? ROSAMOND Alas, I know not. I Have in my veins none of that godlike blood That feeds the life of princes. THE QUEEN Rosamond, I have forgotten what my fathers were, And what I am today, save that I am A woman and a wife much sinned against. Here, take this phial. ROSAMOND Lady! Elinor! Have mercy! To thy right I bow myself. I will go forth from hence, will hide my head, Where'er thou wilt, where none may find me out, And there live out my life in penitence For the great wrongs I did thee. Nevermore Shall Henry see my face THE QUEEN And thinkest thou This earth is wide enough to hold a spot That love cannot search out? Oh, Rosamond, Through all the unseen centuries to come Men will remember that thy locks were fair And twined about the heart of him whose love I yearned to win in vain. In Godstowe Church Men will shed tears above thee sleeping there, Loved, unforgotten. All that blessedness Is thine forever. And my lot must be What it has been on earth. Where'er I sleep The sneers of men shall pierce the marble through And quiver in my bony ears the news That here in death, as erst in life, one lies Royal, unloved, forsaken. ROSAMOND Pity me THE QUEEN Nay, rather pity me. Here, take this glass. In to thy chamber. There make peace with God. Then drink the potion. In an hour's time My men shall come to find theeif in death, To bear thee reverently to Godstowe Church, There to have burial. But lest thy faint heart Should fail to speed thee on thy road to God They shall bear daggers with them. ROSAMOND Fare thee well. Thy men shall find me even as thou wilt. May God have mercy on me. I have loved Even as thou. And were I thou, perchance Like thee I should do justice. If the King Ask thee in time to come how when thou camest To Woodstock here thou found'st poor Rosamond, Tell him that in her hand she bore this scroll His hand had written; conning it again, Though well she knew the lines, for that they bore Tidings of what was hersand never thine His love! THE QUEEN "So fare thee well, Rose of the World." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...RALEGH IN GUIANA by BARRETT WENDELL SONG OF THE RABBITS OUTSIDE THE TAVERN by ELIZABETH JANE COATSWORTH IF THE POETS HAD FEARED THE ADVERTISERS by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS PREFACE TO ERINNA'S POEMS by ASCLEPIADES OF SAMOS A ROW IN AN OMNIBUS BOX; A LEGEND OF THE HAYMARKET by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM THE FUGITIVE by PRINGLE BARRET NATALIA'S RESURRECTION: 3 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |
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