A Blot in the 'Scutcheon.
ACT I.
Scene I.—The interior of a Lodge in Lord Tresham's Park. Many Retainers crowded at the window, supposed to command a view of the entrance to his Mansion. Gerard, the Warrener, sitting alone, his back to a table on which are flagons, etc.
i.
AY—do—push, friends, and then you'll push down me.
—What for? Does any hear a runner's foot,
Or a steed's trample, or a coach-wheel's cry?
Is the Earl come or his least poursuivant?
But there's no breeding in a man of you
Save Gerard yonder: here's a half-place yet,
Old Gerard!
AY—do—push, friends, and then you'll push down me.
—What for? Does any hear a runner's foot,
Or a steed's trample, or a coach-wheel's cry?
Is the Earl come or his least poursuivant?
But there's no breeding in a man of you
Save Gerard yonder: here's a half-place yet,
Old Gerard!
Ger.Save your courtesies, my friend.
Here is my place.
Here is my place.
2.Now, Gerard, out with it!
What makes you sullen, this of all the days
I' the year? To-day that young, rich, bountiful
Handsome Earl Mertoun, whom alone they match
With our Lord Tresham thro' the country-side,
What makes you sullen, this of all the days
I' the year? To-day that young, rich, bountiful
Handsome Earl Mertoun, whom alone they match
With our Lord Tresham thro' the country-side,
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