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f this Trafalgar-- Utter defeat, ay, France's naval death-- Your Emperor bade be hid? WOMAN The seer's gift Has never plenteously endowed me, sir, As in appearance you. But to plain sense Thing's seem as stated. SPIRIT We'll let seemings be.-- But know, these English take to liquid life Right patly--nursed therefor in infancy By rimes and rains which creep into their blood, Till like seeks like. The sea is their dry land, And, as on cobbles you, they wayfare there. WOMAN Heaven prosper, then, their watery wayfarings If they'll leave us the land!--[The Imperial carriage appears.] The Emperor!-- Long live the Emperor!--He's the best by land. [BONAPARTE'S carriage arrives, without an escort. The street lamps shine in, and reveal the EMPRESS JOSEPHINE seated beside him. The plaudits of the people grow boisterous as they hail him Victor of Austerlitz. The more active run after the carriage, which turns in from the Rue St. Honore to the Carrousel, and thence vanishes into the Court of the Tuileries.] WOMAN May all success attend his next exploit! SPIRIT Namely: to put the knife in England's trade, And teach her treaty-manners--if he can! WOMAN I like not your queer knowledge, creepy man. There's weirdness in your air. I'd call you ghost Had not the Goddess Reason laid all such Past Mother Church's cunning to restore. --Adieu. I'll not be yours to-night. I'd starve first! [She withdraws. The crowd wastes away, and the Spirit vanishes.] SCENE VIII PUTNEY. BOWLING GREEN HOUSE [PITT'S bedchamber, from the landing without. It is afternoon. At the back of the room as seen through the doorway is a curtained bed, beside which a woman sits, the LADY HESTER STANHOPE. Bending over a table at the front of the room is SIR WALTER FARQUHAR, the physician. PARSLOW the footman and another servant are near the door. TOMLINE, the Bishop of Lincoln, enters.] FARQUHAR [in a subdued voice] I grieve to call your lordship up again, But symptoms lately have disclosed themselves That mean the knell to the frail life in him. And whatsoever thing of gravity It may be needful to communicate, Let them be spoken now. Time may not serve If they be much delayed. TOMLI
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