with, and when I view your face,
I call to mind old times,
And how these things were different once
When your old friend and master rul'd this house.
Nay, never weep; why, man, I trust that yet
Sir Walter shall return one day
And thank you for these tears,
And loving services to his poor orphan.
For me, I am determined what to do.
And so on as printed down to Margaret's line [page 158, line 3 from
foot]:--
And cowardice grows enamour'd of rare accidents.
The three lines which follow in print [pages 158-9] are not in the MS.
Margaret continues thus:--
But we must part now.
I see one coming, that will also observe us.
Before night comes we will contrive to meet,
And then I will tell you further. Till when, farewell.
_Sandford_. My prayers go with you, Lady, and your counsels,
And heaven so prosper them, as I wish you well.
[_They part several ways_.]
Here follows:--
Scene the Second. A Library in Woodvil Hall; John Woodvil alone.
_John Woodvil (alone)_. Now universal England getteth drunk.
And so on as printed in Act II. [on page 165]. After the last printed
line,
A fishing, hawking, hunting country gentleman,
the MS. has these five lines, but Lamb drew his pen through them:--
Great spirits ask great play-room; I would be
The Phaeton, should put the world to a hazard,
E'er I'd forego the horses of the sun,
And giddy lustre of my travels' glory
For tedious common paces. [_Exit_.]
Next comes:--
Scene the Third. An apartment in Woodvil Hall; Margaret. Sandford.
_Margaret_. I pray you spare me, Mr. Sandford.
And so on as printed as the continuation of the former scene [page 159]
to the end of that and of the first act. But in the middle of Sandford's
speech comes in the "Witch" story, thus introduced:--
[_Sandford_.] I know a suit
Of lovely Lincoln-green, that much shall grace you
In the wear, being glossy, fresh and worn but seld,
Young Stephen Woodvil's they were, Sir Walter's eldest son,
Who died long since in early youth.
_Margaret_. I have somewhere heard his story. I remember
Sir Walter Rowland would rebuke me, being a girl,
When I
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