Scene
The Court-yard of the Old Farm
EUSTACE and other followers of HUGO and ERIC lounging about.Enter THURSTON hastily, with swords under his arm.
Thurston:Now saddle your horses and girth them tight,And see that your weapons are sharp and bright.Come, lads, get ready as fast as you can.
Eustace:Why, what’s this bustle about, old man?
Thurston:Well, it seems Lord Hugo has changed his mind,As the weathercock veers with the shifting wind;He has gone in person to Osric’s camp,To tell him to pack up his tents and tramp!But I guess he won’t.
Eustace: Then I hope he will,They are plenty to eat us, as well as to kill.
Ralph:And I hope he won’t—I begin to feelA longing to moisten my thirsty steel.[They begin to saddle and make preparationsfor a skirmish.]
Thurston:I’ve a couple of blades to look to here.In their scabbards I scarcely could make them stirAt first, but I’ll sharpen them both ere long.
A Man-at-arms:Hurrah for a skirmish! Who’ll give us a song?
Thurston (sings, cleaning and sharpening):Hurrah! for the sword! I hold one here,And I scour at the rust and say,’Tis the umpire this, and the arbiter,That settles in the fairest way;For it stays false tongues and it cools hot blood,And it lowers the proud one’s crest;And the law of the land is sometimes good,But the law of the sword is best.In all disputes ’tis the shortest plan,The surest and best appeal;—What else can decide between man and man?
(Chorus of all):Hurrah! for the bright blue steel!
Thurston (sings):Hurrah! for the sword of Hugo, our lord!’Tis a trusty friend and a true;It has held its own on a grassy sward,When its blade shone bright and blue,Though it never has stricken in anger hard,And has scarcely been cleansed from rust,Since the day when it broke through Harold’s guardWith our favourite cut and thrust;Yet Osric’s crown will look somewhat red,And his brain will be apt to reel,Should the trenchant blade come down on his head—
(Chorus of all):Hurrah! for the bright blue steel!
Thurston (sings):Hurrah! for the sword of our ally bold,It has done good service to him;It has held its own on an open wold,When its edge was in keener trim.It may baffle the plots of the wisest skull,It may slacken the strongest limb,Make the brains full of forethought void and null,And the eyes full of far-sight dim;And the hasty hands are content to wait,And the knees are compelled to kneel,Where it falls with the weight of a downstroke straight—
(Chorus of all):Hurrah! for the bright blue steel!
Thurston (sings):Hurrah! for the sword—I’ve one of my own;And I think I may safely say,Give my enemy his, let us stand alone,And our quarrel shall end one way;One way or the other—it matters not much,So the question be fairly tried.Oh! peacemaker good, bringing peace with a touch,Thy clients will be satisfied.As a judge, thou dost judge—as a witness, attest,And thou settest thy hand and seal,And the winner is blest, and the loser at rest—
(Chorus of all):Hurrah! for the bright blue steel![Hugo and Eric enter during the last verseof the song.]
Hugo:Boot and saddle, old friend,Their defiance they send;Time is short—make an endOf thy song.Let the sword in this fightStrike as hard for the rightAs it once struck for mightLeagued with wrong.
Ha! Rollo, thou champestThy bridle and stampest,For the rush of the tempestDost long?Ho! the kites will grow fatterOn the corpses we scatter,In the paths where we shatterTheir throng.
Where Osric, the craven,Hath reared the black raven’Gainst monks that are shavenAnd cowl’d:Where the Teuton and Hun sit,In the track of our onset,Will the wolves, ere the sunset,Have howl’d.
Retribution is good,They have revell’d in blood,Like the wolves of the woodThey have prowl’d.Birds of prey they have been,And of carrion unclean,And their own nests (I ween)They have foul’d.
Eric:Two messengers sinceYestermorn have gone hence,And ere long will the PrinceBring relief.Shall we pause?—they are tenTo our one, but their menAre ill-arm’d, and scarce kenTheir own chief;And for this we give thanks:Their disorderly ranks,If assail’d in the flanks,Will as liefRun as fight—loons and lords.
Hugo:Mount your steeds! draw your swords!Take your places! My wordsShall be brief:Ride round by the valley,Through pass and gorge sally—The linden trees rallyBeneath.Then, Eric and Thurston,Their ranks while we burst on,Try which will be first onThe heath.
(Aside)Look again, mother mine,Through the happy starshine,For my sins dost thou pine?With my breath,See! thy pangs are all done,For the life of thy son:Thou shalt never feel oneFor his death.
[They all go out but Hugo, who lingers to tighten
his girths. Orion appears suddenly in the gateway.]
Orion:Stay, friend! I keep guard onThy soul’s gates; hold hard onThy horse. Hope of pardonHath fled!Bethink once, I crave thee,Can recklessness save thee?Hell sooner will have theeInstead.
Hugo:Back! My soul, tempest-toss’d,Hath her Rubicon cross’d,She shall fly—saved or lost!Void of dread!Sharper pang than the steel,Thou, oh, serpent! shalt feel,Should I set the bruised heelOn thy head.[He rides out.]