THE 
 
 ADMIRABLE MIRANDA 
 
 BY 
 
 PATTY LEE CLARK 
 
 WESTFIELD, MASS, 
 
 Times and News-Letter Print. 
 1905. 
 
OCT 28 i^U,^ 
 
 IMI 
 
 Copyright 1905 by Patty I.f.f. Ciaisk. 
 
THE 
 
 ADMIRABLE MIRANDA 
 
 WRITTEN FOR 
 
 THE HOPEFULLY WELL AFFECTED CLUB 
 
 BY 
 
 PATTY LEE CLARK 
 
 WESTFIELD, MASS, 
 
 MAY, 1905 
 
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CAST OF CHARACTERS. 
 
 Ferdinand, Prince of Naples, 
 
 Orlando, /?'07>i the Wood of Arden, 
 
 Ariel, Prosperous sprite. 
 
 Moon-man, a skipper from the green-cheese moon, 
 
 Miranda, a child of nature. 
 
 Rosalind, alias Hamlet (in doublet and hose). 
 
 Sirius, the Dog-star. 
 
 Presented by the Hopefully Well Affected Club, Westlield, MasB., 
 
 May 9, 1905. 
 
 ORIGINAL CAST. 
 
 Fekdinand, 
 
 Orlando, 
 
 Ariel, 
 
 Moon-man, 
 
 Miranda, 
 
 Rosalind, 
 
 Sirius, 
 
 Miss Bush. 
 
 Miss Hooker. 
 
 Miss Lyman. 
 
 Miss Winchester. 
 
 Mrs. Clark. 
 
 Miss Gillett. 
 
 'Hector' Clark. 
 
TIME. 
 
 Night following " The Tempest." 
 
 PLACE. 
 
 Before the Cell of Prosper© . 
 
 STAGE SETTINGS. 
 
 The play was written to be given as in the time of Shakes- 
 peare. No curtain is required nor other stage properties than 
 two practical trees, R and L, toward rear of stage, and three 
 exits, L, R and C. C being labelled " Ye entrance to j'^e Cell of 
 Prospero." Also a mossy bank slightly left of center of stage. 
 
 COSTUMES. 
 
 Ferdinand. Handsome court suit and sword. 
 
 Orlando. Hunting suit and sword. 
 
 Ariel. White draperies and wand. 
 
 Rosalind. Handsome hunting suit, similar to Orlando's, but 
 without sword. 
 
 Miranda. Grecian draperies of white. Hair flowing, con- 
 fined by wreath of flowers. Magic mantle of dark cloth. 
 
 Moon-man. Black smock, black shoes and stockings, and 
 black gloves. With head made of paste-board, covered with 
 yellow cheese-cloth, on the front of which a charcoal face, like 
 the man-in- the-moon, is sketched. 
 
 SiRius. Is not a necessarj'^ character, but if included the dog 
 should have a star on his collar. 
 
 TIME OF PRESENTATION. 
 
 One hour and a half. 
 
The Admirable Miranda. 
 
 ACT I. 
 
 Scene — Moonlight in front of Prosperous Cell. Mantle lying on 
 ground, r. 
 
 Miranda (enters, l. ; sits upon mossy bank) . 
 Here will I sit me down and let 
 The wanton breezes cool my intellectual brow ; 
 Whilst sweet, sweet, thoughts of Ferdinand 
 Do trickle through my well-trained brain 
 Like treacle from an unstaunched bung. 
 How soft the moonlight falls upon this bank : 
 O ! that the man within her would fall, too ! 
 Perchance, since wilful wench will have her way, 
 By wishing hardly I may make this youth obey. 
 
 Moonlight, moon bright, 
 
 Grant the wish I wish tonight! 
 
 Have pity on my sorry plight 
 
 And of your man give me a sight. 
 
 (After a pause.) 
 
 Ah! woe is me! He'll show not e'en his head. 
 
 I'm weary, weary, weary ! And I vow I'll seek my bed. 
 
 ( Walks along gazing at moon.) 
 Would that my father's mantle fell on me! 
 Then, naughty Man-i'-the-moon, I'd punish thee. 
 
 (Stumbles and falls on knees.) 
 
 O heavens ! I fear I've skinned my knee! 
 And smirched my only party frock. 
 Beshrew me ! But I'll feint a swound! 
 That'll fleetly bring the men around. 
 First, seek I some soft spot of ground 
 To fall upon ; 
 
 Anent, with piteous cries I'll wound 
 Night's stillness. 
 
 (In icalking about she comes upon mantle.) 
 
 But hist! What's this? 
 
 O bliss! Oh bliss! 
 
 It is, it is 
 
 My father's magic mantle! 
 
 His tempest-brewing cloak. 
 
 O! 'tis a monstrous joke: — 
 
 The mantle did not fall on me, 
 
 But I did fall on it, you see. 
 
 O! End-beshaping Destiny! 
 
 I'll don it! Straightway then, I'll be 
 
 A chip from off the paternal tree. 
 
6 THE ADMIRABLE MIRANDA. 
 
 ( Wraps herself in mantle assuming great dignity of pose and 
 
 diction.) 
 
 I will encase me, and myself present 
 
 As I was sometime Milan. 
 
 Now, truly, am I Prosper's daughter! 
 
 I'll raise a rumpus on the water ; 
 
 Do other things I hadn't oughter. 
 
 Yet precious Art I will not waste. 
 
 From pockets, hats, and eggs draw forth 
 
 No silly rabbits, birds, or kittens; 
 
 But every hat shall crown — a man ! 
 
 Each pocket hold that precious jewel ; 
 
 While eggs, as full o' men as meat, 
 
 Shall vomit forth their burden at my feet. 
 
 But list! Methinks the virus hath begun to work. 
 
 Ariel (in distance sings : — ) 
 
 Where the bee drinks there drink I ; 
 On a bat I nightly hie! 
 
 Merrily ! Merrily ! 
 
 Miranda. Ye gods and little fishes! It is a man! 
 (Ariel enters^ l.) 
 Welcome, thrice welcome! thou beauteous man. 
 
 Ariel. Beauteous I may be. 
 But a man I'm not. 
 Why think'st thou that I am? 
 
 Miranda. Deny it not. For with these mine ears. 
 Did I sure hear thy manly boast of naughtiness 
 That on a nightly bat thou go'st. 
 
 Ariel. Fair maid, 'tis true ; 
 But thou this matter dost reverse, 
 For, though on nightly bats I hie. 
 The spirit — not the man — am I. 
 A spirit — sprite — or what you will — 
 I ride the wind ; am seldom still : 
 And 'Ariel' is my name. 
 Thy father's Ganymede, — 
 On his behests I speed. 
 
 Miranda. Sweet spirit, prithee tell me 
 Wherein his magic lies. 
 
 Ariel. Who wears this cloak (indicates mantle.) 
 Upon his back 
 Can charms invoke ; 
 No wish will lack 
 Be 't thought or spoke. 
 The cloak laid slack 
 The spell is broke. 
 And I, alack ! 
 Do bear the yoke, 
 
 For I'm its slave ! 
 Thro' me it weaves its magic spells. 
 
THE ADMIRABLE MIRANDA. 7 
 
 From out my cradling cowslip bells, 
 Deep-growing where some spring np-wells, 
 I'm dragged to do whate'er it tells. 
 It drives me forth o'er hills and dells ; 
 To hidden caves 'neath Neptune's swells : 
 Up to the moon, where Dian dwells. 
 From highest heavens to deepest hells 
 I'm shrewdly drave. 
 
 Miranda. Prithee, could I then not do, 
 Without thine aid, a stunt or two? 
 
 Ariel. What would'st thou ? 
 
 Miranda. Men ! 
 
 (Ariel glances toward Cell.) 
 
 More men ! 
 
 And yet again more men ! 
 
 Ariel. O maiden fair! What mischief art thou brewing I 
 With all these men, what would'st thou then be doing? 
 
 Miranda. O foolish sprite ! I would be ever wooing, 
 And keep sweet Ferdinand astewing. 
 
 Ariel. O silly Miranda ! 
 Thou'rt a feminine gander. 
 What booketh thy books 
 If they teach not love's crooks? 
 To make Ferdinand stew 
 You don't need a whole crew ; 
 Why, one man will do, — 
 Or at the most, two. 
 
 Miranda. The strangeness of your story puts 
 Heaviness in me. In lieu 
 Of men in flocks, must I have only two ? 
 Nay! I'll not brook it. I will play the Jew. 
 
 {Slie imitates Skylock.) 
 
 Give me, my flock of men ! 
 
 No? Then, at least, good Ariel, bring three. 
 
 (Ariei. points to the mantle vMch has fallen from Miranda's shoul- 
 ders. She puts it on., again assuming dignity oj pose and 
 diction.) 
 E'er Phoebus mounts the eastern sky 
 
 To break the lance of night, 
 And warn my father of the loss 
 
 Of this, his mantle bright, 
 Three goodly youths thou here 
 
 Must bring. So haste, my sprite ! 
 Ariel. My palfrey, the wind 
 Shall bear me to Ind ; 
 From thence to the farthermost shore. 
 From lands that are hot. 
 To those that are not, 
 The earth I will fleetly search o'er. 
 On wind-wings I'll fly 
 
S THE ADMIRABLE MIRANDA. 
 
 E'en up to the sky. 
 O ! tell me, what sprite could do more? 
 
 Miranda. Beshrew me ! I had uigh forgot 
 My vow to punish Moon-man ! 
 And canst thou e'en from Dian pluck 
 The man she guards so shrewly? 
 
 Ariel. Hast thou not heard my powers rehearsed? 
 
 Miranda. Then, pray you, Ariel, pluck him first. 
 
 (-Exit Ariel, l, singing.) 
 
 Away I skim 
 
 To fetch thee him. 
 Miranda. In sooth, the charm doth jog right merrily! 
 And when methinks 't has reached the proper canter, 
 This cloak shall summon Ferdmand. 
 Pray heaven, it draw not forth my father ! 
 Now do I 'gin to feel most spookey ! 
 My knotted and combined locks do part. 
 And each particular hair doth stand on end 
 Like spills upon an old-time mantel-piece. 
 
 (^Tremendous noise outside.) 
 
 heavens ! What was that? 
 It sure was not the cat. 
 There's some one fallen flat ! 
 
 1 fear it is my father. 
 
 (Enter Ariel.) 
 
 O Ariel ! Prithee what's the matter ! 
 Wherefore all this unseemly clatter? 
 Ariel. O! Your Man-i'-the-moon 
 Came down all too soon, 
 To inquire the way to Miranda. 
 
 (Enter Moon-man, l, limping ; followed 6?/ Dog-star.) 
 
 Miranda. Heavens 'fend me! What a sight. 
 Dost think his dog will bite ? 
 Attend, thou tricksey sprite! 
 The others must be right. 
 It likes me not — this wight. 
 (Exit Ariel, l.) 
 
 (^Aside.) But a man's a man for a' that ! 
 Swelled heads may be the fashion. 
 To practice on he'll serve for me, 
 A novice in love's passion. 
 
 (To Moon-man.) 
 
 Beauteous man ! ('Tis a villain, truth, 
 
 1 do not love to look on.) Hoav features are abroad, 
 I'm skilless of, but by my modesty — 
 
 The jewel in my dower — I would not wish them broader 
 Nor can imagination form a shape, — 
 (Aside.) (A dairy-maid might do't.) 
 Beside yourself to like of. 
 
THE ADMIRABLE MIRANDA. 
 
 (Moon-man in a high pitched voice.) 
 Alas! My shape doth wax and wane, 
 And always full I can't remain; 
 When half full would'st thou think me plain? 
 
 Miranda. To woo me then would be in vain. 
 
 Moon-man. But when I'm decked with hornlets twain 
 I sure could win thy love again. 
 When I stroll then down "Milkey Lane " 
 The stars around their necks do crane; 
 With love, the girls are nigh insane, 
 For me, — ' The Bow of Heaven's Plain ! ' 
 
 Miranda. Another bow doth sometimes reign. 
 
 Moon-man. Rainbow? That fool in Phoebus' train ! 
 Pooh ! He hath not an ounce of brain. 
 The motley's in his very grain; 
 He lacks the wit, when it doth rain. 
 To get him in, — or shelter gain. 
 
 Miranda. His motley merits not disdain. 
 
 MooN-MAN. If thou praise him, I'll wax profane ! 
 
 Miranda. O, come with me! Thou jealous swain. 
 I know a pool, 'mid green banks lain; 
 The trees around sing Love's refrain. 
 Wilt join them in the amorous strain? 
 {Aside.) To lead thee there is 'cutest pain. 
 
 MooN-MAN. I'll wager thou wilt jealousy sustain, 
 When 'Mistress Pool' thy Moon-man would attain. 
 Narcissus like, — thou'lt hold him might and main. 
 
 (MooN-MAN swaggers out, r.) 
 
 Miranda (aside). I'll thrust thee in, conceited zane! 
 
 (Exit Miranda, r.) 
 
 ACT II. 
 
 FIRST SCENE. 
 Ariel (enters, l) . 
 
 Since scenting freedom am I puckish grown ; 
 
 On fair Miranda I a trick have done. 
 
 Whilst winging over Arden's Wood 
 
 My earth-born cousin. Puck, I spied, 
 
 Who, straightway, me with questions plied 
 
 To know why I came thither. 
 
 And scarce had I my errand named, 
 
 Than, finger laid on elfish nose. 
 
 One elfish eyelid snugly closed, 
 
 He led me to a moonlit glen 
 
 Where I beheld two, sleeping, men ; 
 
 One pillowed on the other's arm 
 
 As if, forsooth, he feared some harm. 
 
 And when I had applied the charm 
 
10 THE ADMIRABLE MIRANDA. 
 
 To draw them to Miranda, 
 ' Friend Puck was rolling on the ground, 
 His elfish sides nigh burst with glee ; 
 And as he laughed : ''0-ee ! 0-ee !" 
 He gasped out: "One man's a 's^e'/" 
 So on Miranda comes the laugh. 
 In lieu of three, she 's one man and a half, 
 For one's a wench, the other one a moon-calf ! 
 But soft ! Here comes the mannish pair. 
 I'll hover 'round invisible as air. 
 
 {Enter ^ l, Orlando supportiJig Rosalind.) 
 
 Orlando. Fair Rosalind ! Sweet, drooping. Rose, 
 A few steps more, and then repose. 
 
 Rosalind. Orlando, love, no farther can I go. 
 
 Orlando. Then here we'll rest till cock doth crow. 
 Perchance the kindly light of day 
 Will point us out the homeward way. 
 
 Rosalind. Dost think we still in Arden roam? 
 
 Orlando. I wot, e'en now, we 're close on home. 
 Methinks mazelike I've dragged thee 'round ; 
 Thy presence doth, in truth, my wits confound. 
 But rest thee here. I'll come anon. 
 
 Rosalind. No, no! I'm 'feared! 
 
 Orlando. With brave clothes on? 
 
 Rosalind. E'en so! Brave garments never can 
 Of me make other than a feinting man. 
 
 Orlando. Amen ! But rest thee. 
 
 Rosalind. Thou'ltnot go away? 
 
 Orlando. I swear that near my Love I'll stay. 
 
 (Rosalind reclines on mossy bank. Orlando paces up and down, 
 R. Ariel advances from rear of stage.) 
 
 Ariel (aside) . These turtle-doves must cease to coo ; 
 Orlando must Miranda woo. 
 (Waves wand.) Doze! Doze! 
 
 Poor tired Rose. 
 Sweet Dream sprites around thee shall hover. 
 Close, close 
 Fringed eyelids Rose, 
 Nor dream that one stealeth thy lover. 
 
 (Orlando advances toward Rosalind.) 
 
 She sleeps! Perchance she dreams. 
 Ariel (aside). Another woman wakes and schemes. 
 
 (Ariel then passes to r, touching Orlando with wand.) 
 
 Orlando (to the sleeping Rosalind). 
 Thy guardian did I swear to be 
 And yet I long to slip from thee. 
 An invisible something plucks my sleeve! 
 But Rosalind I'm loath to leave. 
 
 (Exit Ariel, r, drawing Orlando vnth loand.) 
 
THE ADMIRABLE MIRANDA. 11 
 
 SECOND SCENE. 
 Ariel (enters, r). 
 
 Now are Orlando and Miranda met : 
 Full fathom five in love, he lies — 
 As lovers all do do — and swears : 
 I never loved, — nor ever 
 Can love, — other maid than you! 
 His oft- vowed love for Kosalind 
 Erased from mind. O ! Most unkind ! 
 But Ariel will vigil keep; 
 Orlando 'gain for Rose shall weep. 
 So sleep, thou fair one, sleep! 
 
 ( Waves wand over Rosalind and sings.) 
 
 Haste ! Haste ! 
 
 From watery waste. 
 Mists of the fens, o'ertake us ! 
 
 Haste ! Haste ! 
 
 No time to waste. 
 Quickly invisible make us. 
 
 (Ariel takes position behind Rosalind.) 
 
 (Orlando enters r, leading Miranda.) 
 
 Orlando. O, admired Rosanda! 
 
 Miranda. Nay ! Not ' Rosanda' — ' Miranda.' 
 
 Orlando. Oh! Admirable Miranda ! 
 The very creme-de-la-creme 
 Of admiration. 
 
 Miranda. Alas ! now, pray, what meaneth you ? 
 The garments which thy tho'ts do don 
 Are of a foreign cut. Thy words 
 To me are strange. The very — how 
 Say'st thou — of admiration? 
 
 Orlando. The 'creme-de-la-creme' — 
 Most creamiest cream. 
 
 Miranda. So! But what is cream? 
 
 Orlando. What is cream? 
 
 Miranda. Ay! Sure 
 I know it not. 
 
 Orlando. Thou may'st not in its virgin form. 
 But, gay-bedecked with colors bright, — 
 Which wise men say the health doth blight — 
 And with more poison toothsome, sweet, 
 This selfsame cream thou oft dost eat 
 When metamorphosed into — 
 
 Miranda. Pray? 
 
 Orlando. The thing most loved of thy sex. 
 
 Miranda. Good sooth ! That's man ! 
 
 Orlando. Nay, nay! Thou flatterest. 
 A foolish he who e'er doth dream 
 He may compare in maid's esteem 
 With her beloved ice-cream. 
 
12 THE ADMIRABLE MIRANDA. 
 
 Miranda. Ice-cream! I prithee what is 't? 
 
 Orlando. Ye shades of Neapolitan confectioners ! 
 {To Miranda.) 
 Vouchsafe my prayer ! My prime request, 
 Which I do last pronounce, is, — O you wonder! — 
 If you be maid, or no? 
 
 Miranda. " No wonder, sir ; 
 But certainly a maid." 
 
 Orlando . A maid yet knoweth not ice-cream? 
 
 wonderful, wonderful and most wonderful! 
 And after that out of all whooping. 
 
 Miranda. O woe the day ! 'Tis plain to see 
 That thou dost find a lack in me. 
 A maiden in a lone isle bred, 
 Who knows not ice-cream, who will wed? 
 
 Orlando. It doth but add another charm, 
 To her whom I did hold before 
 The most perfectedest of women. 
 
 Miranda. Dost love me then? 
 
 Orlando. Ay, truly! 
 " Doubt that the stars are fire; 
 Doubt that the moon doth move." — 
 
 {He breaks off to gaze beyond Miranda into the wood at R.) 
 
 Miranda. Orlando, love, what is 't, I pray ! 
 Thy face doth wear a strange aspect, 
 '* With hair up-staring, — more like reeds than hair;" 
 Thine eyes, like marbles which small boys 
 Do roll in childish games, 
 Outstarting from their fringed lids. 
 Alas! What hath o'erta'en thee? 
 
 Orlando. Methought that e'en as I did say: — 
 " Doubt that the moon doth move, " 
 
 1 saw that selfsame, glorious, orb 
 Adodging through the wood. 
 
 Moon-man (in distance cries :) 
 
 Admirable Miranda ! 
 
 Orlando (points in direction of cry) . 
 
 See'st it not woman? 'Tis the fellow 
 That summons us to heaven or hell. O ! 
 
 (Moon-man enters wringing water from his clothes.) 
 
 Miranda. O, good my lord, becalm thyself, 
 'Tis but a country zany. 
 He's gentle and not fearful, 
 O, prithee, in the outer world, — 
 Of which I am all skilless, — 
 Doth not, oft-times, a manly head 
 Grow swelled like to this one's ? 
 
 Orlando. I never saw so swelled a head ; 
 
 1 never thought to see one. 
 
THE ADMIRABLE MIRANDA. 13 
 
 But this I'll tell you, any how, 
 I'd rather be, than see one. 
 
 {He turns away in disgust.^ 
 
 Miranda. Then let us away. 
 
 Moon-man. Sweet Miranda, stay, stay! 
 Thou need'st not fear my choler. 
 I'll chide thee not for lack of strength; 
 For, " frailty thy name is 'woman !' " 
 Thou did'st essay with frantic hand 
 To keep thy Moon-man on dry land ; 
 And when away thou swift did'st fly 
 'Twas but to see if help were nigh. 
 This yokel to my aid thou wast then bringing? 
 
 Miranda. This ' yokel ' is a gentleman 
 From out the Wood of Arden. 
 
 Moon-man. The Wood of Arden well I know. 
 And oft have lingered o'er it 
 To smile on many an amorous pair. 
 
 {He scrutinizes Orlando.) 
 Methinks I've seen thee lovering there. 
 
 Miranda {to Orlando). 
 O false one ! Fie ! 
 Would I might die. 
 For thou did'st lie. 
 Thou hast loved 'nother maid than I . 
 
 {She turns away weeping.') 
 
 Orlando {to Moon-man) . 
 Didst ever see a flinty stone 
 In contact come with bladder blown? 
 Dids't never — I will blithely show, — 
 Thy head — my fist. Beware the blow. 
 
 ( To Miranda) . 
 Sweet Rose — 
 Miranda. My name, sir, is not 'Rose.' 
 Orlando {aside). A canker 'pon my trait'rous tongue. 
 ( To Miranda) . 
 Since that's the bloom I best do love, 
 'Tis meet that I do call thee ' Rose.' 
 
 (Orlando embraces Miranda and leads her to r front of 
 stage during Ariel's speech.) 
 
 Ariel {to Rosalind) . 
 While you here do snoring lie 
 Open-eyed love-piracy 
 
 Her time doth take. 
 For Orlando if you care. 
 Shake off" slumber and beware. 
 
 Awake ! Awake ! 
 
 (Rosalind awakes.) 
 
14 THE ADMIRABLE MIRANDA. 
 
 Miranda. In every garden roses grow. 
 
 Orlando. But thou'rt the fairest e'er did blow. 
 I once another one did prize ; 
 'Twas e'er on thee I'd feasted eyes, 
 Sweet Rose. My ' Queen of Roses' ! 
 
 (Rosalind has quietly stepped to Orlando's left^ opposite 
 Miranda, who is not supposed to hear the folloioing 
 dialogue.) 
 
 Rosalind. Then, pray you, sir, who might I be? 
 How wilt thou here account for me? 
 Present me — how — to your ' Queen Rose'? 
 Who weareth monstrous old-style clothes. 
 {Aside.) Give chance I'll tweek her saucy nose! 
 
 Orlando. Good Rosalind, allay thy spleen! 
 
 Rosalind. And thank my stars for what has been? 
 
 false one! By this saw be warned: — 
 "Than woman by her lover scorned. 
 More furious fury doth not dwell 
 Within the dark abysm of hell." 
 
 Miranda. Orlando, love, who is thy friend? 
 
 Rosalind. Come, come! Present me to your 'Queen. ' 
 Shall I upon thy bosom lean, 
 Or wilt thou say: — " Behold my Rose of Yesterday? " 
 
 Orlando. Whose petal-skirts are blown away! 
 For shame! Would'st thou a lady meet 
 Decked as thou art in mannish guise ? 
 'Tis for thy sake I hesitate. 
 
 Rosalind. It would not spoil thy simile 
 If she a blushing Rose should be. 
 
 Orlando. But yonder stands a chaste moon-calf. 
 
 (Rosalind looks at Moon-man, who has been at r, hack 
 of stage. She screams and falls upon Orlando.) 
 
 Rosalind. Angels and ministers of grace defend us! 
 Be this a spirit of health or goblin damned ? 
 
 Orlando. 'Tis naught but harmless country man. 
 Good Rosalind, up brace thee, pray ! 
 Thy feet are ample large, I wot. 
 To stand upon. 
 
 Miranda. Thy friend doth ail. 
 O ! Can I aught of service be ? 
 
 1 pray you, tell me, who is he ? 
 Orlando. 'Tis one I met upon the road. 
 
 I fear 'tis but a sorry man; 
 
 We best had send him on his way. 
 
 Miranda. Nay! Island hospitality 
 Must I to him extend. Present him, pray. 
 
 Orlando. His name's to me unknown. 
 
 Miranda {to Rosalind) . 
 Sweet sir, since this my friend 
 Doth lack the knowledge of thy name — 
 
THE ADMIRABLE MIRANDA. 15 
 
 The link by which to acquaint us — 
 I pray you forge it. 
 
 Orlando {aside to Rosalind). Ay! Forge it! 
 
 Rosalind (turns away saying to herself). 
 
 Since for this maid {indicating herself) no longer love he feel ; 
 Why then, this maid he's a man, his lady's love who'll steal. 
 But now to forge this missing link ; 
 What name to take must quickly think. 
 
 (7b Miranda.) 
 My name? Pray, what's in a name? 
 
 Moon-man {who has come to n front says in an aside). 
 Good sooth ! This youth 
 Doth 'pear to me full shady ! 
 
 Limned in that face 
 
 Methinks I trace 
 Resemblance to a lady 
 
 Whom ' Flinty-fist' 
 
 Hath oft-times kissed 
 Within the Wood of Arden. 
 
 {Toothers.) 
 
 Ahem! I crave your pardon. 
 But I'll present 
 This nameless — gent 
 To Admirable Miranda. 
 
 '' From the east to western lud," 
 No youth is like to — 
 Rosalind {hurriedly). Him, much sinned 
 Against, — Hamlet, Prince of Denmark. 
 
 Moon-man. Prince Hamlet, thou ! The Dane? 
 Then I, too, am insane. 
 Rosalind. Ay ! Hamlet, Prince of Denmark. 
 Orlando. And he who dares to doubt it 
 Shall have it pricked out with steel, 
 Upon his moon-faced carcass. 
 
 Miranda. O, gentlemen ! Desist, I pray. 
 Good Moon-man, don't provoke a fray. 
 Orlando, love, you'll sure not lick 
 This looney, lunar, lunatic ! 
 Sweet Hamlet, I opine I'll swoon. 
 
 {She falls over upon Rosalind, who holds her up with 
 difficulty.) 
 Rosalind. "O, that this too-too solid flesh would melt, 
 Thaw, and resolve itself into a dew ! " 
 I vow 'twould ne'er be mist. 
 Defend us ! She but waiteth to be kissed. 
 
 (Rosalind makes wry face and kisses Miranda.) 
 
 Miranda. Sweet Prince! O heavens! Where am I ? 
 Orlando, art thou moon-struck? 
 
16 THE ADMIRABLE MIRANDA. 
 
 Orlando. 'T would seem the heavenly bodies ne'er do strike. 
 
 Moon-man. By Mars! Pray, wherefore think you so ? 
 
 Orlando. Argal: — There are no unions in the heavens. 
 
 Moon-man. O Earth-born ignoramus! 
 Did'st never see a comet, 
 Or watch a star go shooting by ? 
 Anon, there's striking in the sky. 
 
 Orlando. O tell me, pray, who doth these strikes design? 
 
 Moon-man. Our ' Walking Delegate' is he, Orion. 
 
 RosAi^iND. E'en so I'll prove your words untrue. 
 
 All. Untrue ? 
 
 Rosalind. Ay, marry! There are no unions in the heavens. 
 Argal, no strikes. ^ 
 
 All. Goto! Goto! 
 
 Rosalind. What art heathen! How dost thou understand 
 the Scriptures? The Scripture saith, '* There are no marriages 
 in Heaven." Mark you that! Argal, no unions; Argal, no 
 strikes. Go to ! 
 
 Miranda. O what a noble mind is here outturned ! 
 My lord, thou hast a nimble wit. 
 My father oft hath quoted it. 
 But tell me, pray, how it did hap. 
 Thou haply 'scaped Laertes thrust ? 
 
 Rosalind. " I could a tale unfold whose lightest word 
 Would harrow up thy soul, freeze thy young blood ; 
 Make thy two eyes like stars start from their spheres ! 
 
 {Glances at Moon-man and Orlando.) 
 
 But here, are twice too many ears." 
 
 Miranda. I know a — 
 
 Moon-man (sadly). Pool! 
 
 Miranda. Where breezes cool 
 Shall 'round us sigh. 
 A moss-grown stone 
 Shall be thy throne; 
 
 And I, close by 
 With wide-oped ear 
 Thy tale to hear. 
 
 (Looking pointedly at the others.) 
 None others nigh. 
 (Aside.) Would Ferdinand might see us! 
 
 (IJxit Miranda, r.) 
 
 Rosalind. Good sirs, adieu ! 
 I'll show you two 
 How men should woo. 
 Go to ! Go to ! 
 
 (Exit Rosalind, r.) 
 
 Orlando. O admirable Miranda ! 
 
 (Exit Orlando, r.) 
 
THE ADMIRABLE MIRANDA. 17 
 
 MOON-MAN. He said : " Go too." 
 
 Which same FU do. 
 O admirable Miranda ! 
 
 {Exit Moon-man, r.) 
 Ferdinand (enters, l). 
 O ! Do I wake, or am I dreaming ? 
 
 Methought I spied 
 
 My promised bride, — 
 With mystery this isle is teeming, — 
 
 And by her side 
 
 Two men did stride; 
 While after them the moon ran screaming ! 
 
 O woe betide ! 
 
 Would I had died 
 If this be real'ty and not seeming. 
 
 Her name outcried 
 
 May be replied. 
 O admirable Miranda ! 
 
 (Exit Ferdinand, r.) 
 
18 THE ADMIRABLE MIRANDA. 
 
 ACT III. 
 
 (Enter Moon-man and Dog-stak, r.) 
 
 Alack ! my faithful Dog-star. Behold thy ill-starred planet, 
 the orbit of whose true-love is not greased. There's much of 
 fiction in't. And oft my course is 'tirely blocked by planet, star 
 or comet. Calm Ferdinand the planet is ; Orlando flaming comet. 
 But who this tricksy star can be, 
 And whether it be a 'he' or 'she,' 
 By Orion's galways ! you have me. 
 By Jupiter ! I'll not rescind ! 
 Methinketh still 'tis Rosalind. 
 Orlando sword-pricks from behiiKd 
 Do I but mention Rosalind ; 
 While self-dubbed ' Hamlet ' says : " Be kind 
 Enough your own affairs to mind." 
 Miranda with love's cataract is blind. 
 Could I but in this big head find 
 The wit and skill to remove it ! 
 Come, Sirius, come! Cans't weave no plan? 
 
 Nay, sooth ! Thou'rt but a star. 'Twere meeter, far, a 
 planet plan it. 
 
 Could I but prove he be a maid, 
 Then exit lover Hamlet ; 
 Could I but prove him Rosalind, 
 Orlando would his exit find ; 
 Then it would seemeth exigent 
 To exit find for other gent. 
 Now, by the Pleiades ! I have it. 
 Fernando shall this Hamlet strike ; 
 Who, straightway, will the sex set right, 
 By scream, or swoon, or weeping. 
 Orlando, then, must fight her fight. 
 His steel may Ferdinando bite ; 
 Then exit all save — Lord of Night ! 
 Here cometh flaming comet. 
 
 (Moon-man retires to hack of stage.) 
 
 Orlando (enters^ r, with paper in hand). 
 
 O I out upon thee, trait'rous mind 
 
 That ever doth thy rhyming wind 
 
 Around the name of Rosalind. 
 
 O admirable Miranda! 
 
 Thou dost consort with 'gander.' 
 Moon-man. Ay, true! She doth consort with thee 
 Orlando. How now, thoa spying Moon-man! 
 
 I' faith! Thou shalt the chased moon be; 
 
 If caught it will go hard with thee. 
 
 (He chases Moon-man off stage., returns to fasten paper on 
 L tree., then exit l.) 
 
THE ADMIRABLE MIRANDA. 19 
 
 Rosalind {enters^ r). 
 
 How weary, stale, flat and unprofitable seems to me this inane 
 wooing. 'Tis ever "Dost thou love me? Ay!" Good troth, 
 within the half hour, have I put forth more eyes than a lusty 
 potato. I've eyed her with my eyes till they've crossed o'er 
 the bridge o' my nose. Lord knows! And I've 'ayed' her with 
 my mouth till I roll i' my gait and smack of a tar. 
 
 Moon-man {v'ho has stolen in, l). 
 Thou dost smack of two tars. 
 
 Rosalind. Two tars? Prithee, expound. 
 
 Moon-man. Ay! Two tars spelleth thee 'tartar.' 
 
 Rosalind. An wish to save thy puffy head 
 'Twere well that thou spell 'ta! ta! ' 
 
 {Threatens moon-man, who runs out, l.) 
 
 (Rosalind catches sight 0/ Orlando's ^opcr.) 
 
 What is't flutt'reth 'pon this tree? 
 
 (Takes it doivn and reads.) 
 
 Orlando's at his blazing! 
 Alas! not me he's praising. 
 
 (Beads aloud.) 
 
 "From the east to western land 
 
 No jewel is like my Mirand. 
 
 Her worth being written in the sand 
 
 In every eye doth blow Mirand. 
 
 Fairest picture ever planned 
 
 Is but black to fair Mirand. 
 
 Let no face be kept on hand 
 
 But the fair of sweet Mirand." 
 By my faith ! Many a face doth grow stale being kept too 
 long on hand. And now I come to think on't 'tis out of all 
 nature to keep one's face on one's hands. A monstrous strange 
 fish this Sandy Mirandy. A most rich paying fish an she be 
 'ported to England and well set forth, thusly: "A monstrous 
 strange human beastie, who doth wear her heart on her sleeve, 
 and the face of which doth be kept on hand." Go to! I can 
 laugh and crack a jest e'en at my old glove (indicating paper) 
 made to fit a new love. 
 Ay ! But did I wear it new? 
 Who can tell me, who? 
 Pray, who for one old glove would care? 
 Methinks Mirand shall have the pair. 
 
 (She takes another paper from doublet.) 
 
 Come, let us try if glove doth bind 
 When fitted unto Rosalind. 
 
 (Becites holding second paper in hand.) 
 
 " From the east to western Ind, 
 No jewel is like Rosalind. 
 
20 THE ADMIRABLE MIRANDA. 
 
 Her worth being mounted on the wind 
 
 Thro' all the world bears Rosalind. 
 
 Fairest picture ever limned 
 
 Is but black to Rosalind. 
 
 Let no face be kept in mind 
 
 But the fair of Rosalind." 
 
 Alas ! poor 'Rose of Yesterday! ' 
 
 {Pins paper on tree, then snatches it down and thrusts it in 
 doublet.) 
 Nay, nay ! Thou shalt not fling thy past away. 
 Come, come! Thy foolish tear-ducts close. 
 No dews revive a faded rose. "^ 
 
 ( Wipes eyes and begins to laugh.) 
 
 Now 'pon this other tree we'll pin 
 A saucy bit of original sin. 
 (^Beads as she writes.) 
 " As the goose doth fly to gander 
 So to Orlando flies Miranda." 
 
 {Pins this on r. tree, and while crossing to l. Ferdinand 
 enters, r.) 
 
 Ferdinand. By Zeus ! at last he is alone 
 And I can cast the gauntlet down, 
 And name him mountebank and clown. 
 
 (Rosalind pins Orlando's j^oper on l. tree.) 
 
 Ferdinand. But soft! some trick he's doing. 
 
 (Rosalind exit, l.) 
 
 (Ferdinand seizes paper, reads and crumples in hand.) 
 
 A blight upon the tree that bears such fruit ! 
 Zeus' lightnings blast the grafter. 
 Ah! Miranda following after! 
 
 Miranda {enters, r.). 
 O Ferdinand! Pray, hast thou seen 
 My lover pass ? Not you — I mean 
 The other. 
 
 Ferdinand. Dost call him ' lover' ! 
 O hast thou then so soon forgot 
 The vows between us plighted? 
 And shall I, sweet one, ne'er again 
 Thy 'patient log-man' be? 
 
 Miranda. In truth, 
 A ' log-man' thou. A very stick ! 
 
 Ferdinand. A stick, my love, I sure will be. 
 No brother, faith, can out-stick me. 
 Most stickiest stick you e'er did see 
 An thou wilt let me stick to thee. 
 
 {He embraces her.) 
 Miranda. Ofle! Refrain. Here comes the Dane ' 
 
THE ADMIRABLE MIRANDA. 21 
 
 (Exit Miranda, r.) 
 (Enter Rosalind, l.) 
 
 Ferdinand (aside). Now, by my troth, I'll make him hark ! 
 Lord Hamlet, Prince of Denmark ! 
 Didst e'er l^efore see this? (shows paper.) 
 
 Rosalind. O ! Embryo King of Naples ! 
 I pray you what it is ? 
 
 Ferdinand. I found it pinned upon that tree. 
 Some folk make love so brazenly. 
 A sonnet it purports to be — 
 By Zeus ! 'Tis writ most scurveyly — 
 Thou art familiar with the hand? 
 
 Rosalind. Ay! oft I've seen it. 
 
 Ferdinand. Perchance you do the contents know. 
 Or shall I read it? 
 
 Rosalind. The contents I do bear in mind. 
 
 Ferdinand. 'Twas needless here a name to sign. 
 For he's an ass who penned it. 
 
 Rosalind. Good sir, beware! A friend of mine did send it, 
 Who, sooth ! Doth thee outgentleman 
 By many, and many, and many a span. 
 
 Ferdinand. 'Tis said : " The bird doth cheep who's hit.' 
 The ass's head doth seem to fit ; 
 So, pray you, take it! 
 
 (Throws paper in Rosalind's /ace.) 
 Rosalind. The pot doth call the kettle black 
 The which doth half pot's blackness lack ; 
 So, pray you, take it back! 
 
 (She scratches him in face.) 
 Ferdinand. By Zeus! Thou cat, would'st blind me? 
 E'en so, I'm more than match for thee. 
 Moon-man (who has stolen in at l. says aside :) 
 
 O Sirius ! hear these asses bray! 
 Methinks there's going to be a fray. 
 Sing hey-dey ! Sing hey-dey ! 
 
 (He dances about back of stage.) 
 
 Ferdinand. Is't rapier, sword, or dagger? 
 
 Rosalind (aside). O Lord! I smell a duel! 
 (Aloud.) It mattereth not to me. 
 With all I'm equally 
 Proficient. 
 
 Ferdinand. Then where and when shall we be met? 
 
 Rosalind. Please thee! 'Twill be 
 Sufficient. 
 
 Ferdinand. I know a — 
 
 Moon-man (aside). Pool! 
 fit tu, Brute? Miranda's cru'l. 
 
 Rosalind. O ! care I not. 
 Choose thou the spot. 
 (Aside.) My burial plot! 
 
22 THE ADMIRABLE MIRANDA. 
 
 Ferdinand. Dost thou no weapon wear? 
 An, if thou will, a pair 
 Of rapiers I'll bear 
 Unto our try sting place. 
 
 Rosalind (aside). My weapon's in my face, (sliows tonyne.) 
 {Aloud.) Pray save yourself the care. 
 Anon, I'll meet you there 
 Armed to the teeth. Will wear 
 A weapon, 'queathed me by my mother. 
 With which I've split full many a hair, 
 And wounded oft beyond repair. 
 
 Ferdinand. I"11 kiss it with another ! 
 With rapiers hast thou no more sktil 
 Than hast in wielding amorous quill, 
 Thy Danish blood I'll spill. 
 
 Rosalind. For every drop of Danish blood 
 Thou can'st draw forth from me, 
 I'll draw a quart from thee. 
 
 Ferdinand. ^Rj acts thy words must proved be. 
 
 {Exit Ferdinand, r.) 
 
 Rosalind. To flee or not to flee, that is the question. 
 Nay, Rosalind! Thy courage screw 
 Up to the sticking place, and glue 
 It there. Death shall not force me tell 
 My secret. I'll bear it down to hell. 
 
 {Exit Rosalind, l.) 
 
THE ADMIRABLE MIRANDA. 23 
 
 ACT IV. 
 
 (Miranda and Ariel enter, r.) 
 
 Miranda. How chanceth it the thing most sought 
 Is oft imwelcoine when 'tis gained? 
 Tliis wooing furnished forth keen joy 
 In prospect; attained it doth cloy. 
 Dost think, perchance, some wrong be done, 
 Wherefore tlie gods do claim atone ? 
 Is't naughty — tho' 'tis nice — to kiss? 
 
 Ariel, pray, is't amiss? 
 
 Ariel. Nay I Nature's self doth sanction it. 
 Dids't ne'er hear wavelets kiss the shore? 
 Gay Phoebus daily kisses hills ; 
 The am'rous moonbeams kiss the rills. 
 While Boreas hath the title won 
 Of 'General Kisser' — for service done. 
 
 Miranda. Good Ariel, thy words do solace bring. 
 
 Ariel. But in kissing 'mongst humanity, 
 A difference there, perchance, may be 
 As to who is ^Kissor,' who ^Kissee.' 
 
 Miranda. In truth, it mattereth much to me. 
 This thought doth beat against my brain : — 
 '* Love sought is good, but given unsought 
 Is better." While following close 
 Upon its heels, this demon thought 
 Comes treading : — " Perchance when I 
 This mantle fling from off my maiden shoulders, 
 Sweet Ferdinand will cease to love 
 Too-much admired Miranda ! 
 
 Ariel. See ! Yonder doth he wander. 
 
 Miranda. I am determined, come what may, 
 To prove his love, without delay ! 
 Now, Ariel sprite, bewitch his sight 
 That he shall not perceive us. 
 
 Ariel (sings) . Little gray elves 
 Bestir thyselves! 
 Invisible vestments weave us. 
 
 (Ariel waves wand, whereupon he and Miranda are supposed 
 
 to become invisible to Ferdinand.) 
 (Miranda takes magic mantle from her shoulders and flings 
 it upon bank.) 
 Miranda. Thou damned garment, lie thou there ! 
 O! by my modesty, I swear 
 
 1 ne'er again will magic wear ; 
 
 All lovers, save this one, forswear. 
 If he for me no longer care 
 Unto a convent I'll repair! 
 Ariel. O admirable Miranda! 
 
 {Exit Ariel, l.) 
 
24 THE ADMIRABLE MIRANDA. 
 
 Ferdinand (enters^ r. fronts and soliloquizes) : 
 
 Would I'd be left to mercy of the sea! 
 Miranda is more cruel than he. 
 She is most cruellest she alive ! 
 Yet, woe betide I I love her heartily. 
 For she is wise, if I can judge of her ; 
 And fair she is, if that mine eyes be true : 
 And true she is — Ay! is she true? 
 Out damned doubt! I'll believe her so, 
 Though all the world should tell me ' No I ' 
 And therefore, like herself, wise, fair, and true, 
 Shall she be placed in my constant soul. 
 
 (^ici« Ferdinand, L.) "* 
 
 Miranda. O! wisdom may wax and fairness wane ; 
 But truth doth ever rest the same. 
 And to you true I will remain. 
 (Orlando enters^ l.) 
 
 Orlando. Sweet Rosalind ! Where art thou, love? 
 
 Rose ! Dost hear me? 
 
 Miranda, {approaches him.) I pray you, sir — 
 Orlando. I love thee not, therefore pursue me not. 
 
 1 have one heart, one bosom and one love, 
 And that one woman hath ; nor other none 
 Shall mistress of it be, save she alone. 
 Go, get thee to a nunnery ! Go! 
 
 From the east to western Ind 
 I search for thee, O Rosalind ! 
 Miranda. The cry doth knock against my very heart! 
 
 {Exit Miranda, l.) 
 
 (Orlando, about to rush out^ r, is intercepted by Moon- 
 man, who enters, r.) 
 
 Moon-man. Thou need'st not search as far as Ind ; 
 Close by thou'lt come on Rosalind. 
 O haste ! Lest it be all too late 
 To save her from a bloody fate. 
 For she and Ferdinand do fight. 
 And she with gore is all bedight. 
 {Aside.) Aha! my cock, thou waxest white! 
 Methought my tale would thee affright. 
 
 Orlando. Ah! woe is me! Full well I see 
 Why she did beg my sword of me! 
 Come! haste away! Why linger we? 
 
 {He rusJies out, r, followed by Moon-man.) 
 
 (Miranda hurries in, l, followed by Ariel.) 
 
 Miranda. Haste thou, I pray ! This duel stay, 
 Good Ariel. I'll follow fast 
 As quaking heart and limbs uphold me. 
 
THE ADMIEABLE MIRANDA. 25 
 
 Ariel {mockingly) . 
 
 maiden fair ! what mischief tliou'st been brewing! 
 "With all these men, see what thou hast been doing ! 
 
 {Exit Ariel, r.) 
 
 Miranda. A naughty prank can so much mischief leaven? 
 O! my offence is rank ! It smells to heaven. 
 
 {Exit Miranda, r.) 
 
 (Ferdinand enters, 'l. followed by Eosalind.) 
 
 Rosalind. My lord, dost thou not deem this spot more fitter ? 
 
 Ferdinand. Perchance ! An't pleaseth thee, 'tis one to me. 
 Now fleetly make us ready. 
 Dost tremble, thou most womanish man? 
 
 Rosalind {aside). Ay! that I do ; and that I am. 
 
 Ferdinand. Come, come! can'st thou not plaj"^ the man? 
 
 Rosalind {aside) . Alack ! that e'er I essayed it ! 
 {Aloud). I can 
 
 And will ! Pray calm yourself 
 For all too soon I will be ready. 
 {Aside) 0! pray, good Rosalind, be steady! 
 
 1 would this sM^ord were not so long, 
 Or that my arm were e'en more strong! 
 
 Ferdinand {drawing sword) . 
 On guard! Thou boasting Hamlet. 
 
 (Orlando rushes in, n, followed 62/ Moon-man.) 
 
 Orlando. Hold! Hold! I say. 
 
 Ferdinand. Thou art ill-timed. Away! 
 
 Orlando. And who art thou I should obey? 
 Would'st fight a foeman worth 
 Thy steel, I'll challenge thee. 
 This Hamlet's but a woman. 
 
 Ferdinand. In truth, I 'gin to 'spect it. 
 
 Rosalind. How now! Ye foul maligners! 
 By Mars ! I swear ye both shall feel 
 What thou dost dub my 'unworthy steel.' 
 
 Orlando. This sword resign. Thou wisse 'tis mine. 
 
 Rosalind. When Ferdinand doth killed be, 
 Point first I'll hand it thee. 
 
 Moon-man. List! List! 
 
 Ferdinand. Who crieth ? 
 
 Miranda {in distance) . Ferdinand! Sweet Ferdinand! 
 
 Ferdinand. Hillo, ho, ho, here! Come, love, come! 
 
 Rosalind {to Ferdinand). Art thou disguised goosemaid? 
 
 {To Orlando, who has been gazing from under his hand.) 
 
 Orlando, pray take down thy hand! 
 Ope wide thine eyes! Here blows thy ' Sand! ' 
 Moon-man (aside). Good, good! Here comes Mirand. 
 
 (Miranda rushes in followed by Ariel.) 
 
 4 
 
26 THE ADMIRABLE MIRANDA. 
 
 Miranda. I charge thee pause ! 
 •Thou break'st the laws 
 
 Of hospitality. 
 Lord Hamlet, an thou will 
 Thy full-np cup more fill, 
 
 And to posterity 
 All blood-besmirched descend, 
 Then I my breast will lend 
 
 Unto your cruelty. 
 
 {Sheplaces herself in front of Ferdinand.) 
 
 Rosalind. Come forth, Fernando! Fie! For shame! 
 Would'st shield thyself a woman's skirts behind ? 
 Thou'st timed her entrance shrewdly. 
 
 Ferdinand. Sweet maid, away ! Away, I pray! 
 
 Miranda. Nay, love, I'm feared that you he'll slay. 
 
 Orlando {aside) . Art mad, thou cruel Rosalind ? 
 
 Rosalind. Thou, too, were savest 'hind 
 Admired Miranda. 
 
 This dodging Moon-man'U follow thee. 
 In truth, Mir and may likened be 
 Unto a friskey, coyish, toy ; — 
 * Her Kiteship' after her for tail. 
 Will her three white-faced lovers trail. 
 
 Ferdinand. On guard! this sword shall suck thee pale. 
 
 (Orlando hastily steps in front 0/ Rosalind.) 
 
 Orlando. Lord Ferdinand, I pray you list. 
 And you, too, sweet Miranda. 
 This Hamlet sure a woman is, — 
 I pray you feel no scorn of her, — 
 This mannish garb was but put on 
 As one a masquerade would don. 
 I swear it doth but ill adorn. 
 Most loveliest maiden ever born. 
 My own sweet Rosalind! 
 
 Moon-man. This maiden oft I've seen him kiss 
 Within the Wood of Arden. 
 (Rosalind threatens Moon-man with sword.) 
 Oh ! Oh ! I crave your pardon ! 
 
 Rosalind. Through Ardehn's Wood I ne'er did roam. 
 (Aside). In truth, not through the whole of it. 
 This man, I swear, I ne'er have known 
 Before this night. (Aside). Alas! ne'er known him right. 
 
 Moon-man. Pray, art thou then a gemini? 
 
 Rosalind. A good thing bears repeating. Ay? 
 
 Moon-man. Thy twin 'twas then, I saw him kiss 
 Within the Wood of Arden ! 
 
 Orlando. O Rosalind! Art thou gone daft? 
 
 Rosalind. This night Minerva's cup I quaffed. 
 
 Miranda. Art thou, then, Hamlet of the Danes? 
 
 Rosalind. As sure as he on earth remains. 
 
THE ADMIRABLE MIRANDA. 27 
 
 Ariel (who has been in background invisible, now says in an 
 aside) : 
 
 Now, Ariel will 'pear 
 To these, in aspect queer. 
 For maidens fraught with fear. 
 Anon, 'twill need no seer, 
 Thy sex to tell, my dear! 
 
 (Exit Ariel, c.) 
 
 Rosalind. Fernando, pray resume thy sword. 
 My challenge I'll repeat. The word was : — 
 For every drop of Danish blood 
 Thou can'st draw forth from me, 
 I'll draw a quart from — 
 
 Ariel (behind scenes) . 
 
 Ke-wee ! Ke-wee ! 
 A mouse I be. 
 Miranda (rushing to Ferdinand). 
 
 O Ferdinand! A mouse! A mouse! 
 Rosalind. Where? Where? 
 
 Miranda (pointing at Rosalind's /eeO • 
 There! There! 
 Ariel. Ke-wee! Ke-wee! 
 Beware of me ! 
 Rosalind (dropping sword and rushing to Orlando). 
 Orlando, love ! O! save me! 
 Save thy Rosalind ! 
 Miranda. I'll swoon if we do stay! 
 Rosalind. O! pray you, come away. 
 
 (Ferdinand supporting Miranda, and Orlando supporting 
 Rosalind exeunt, r.) 
 
 Ariel. Ke-wee! Ke-wee! 
 Moon-man. (exit r. laughing.) O-ee! 0-ee! 
 He-hee! He-hee! 
 
28 THE ADMIRABLE MIRANDA. 
 
 ACT V. 
 
 Ariel (^enters^ c). 
 
 The time is scarce a cock's-crow off 
 
 When I my servitude can doff. 
 
 But my first free-will act shall be 
 
 To waft good Prosper's companie, 
 
 Full gently, o'er a smiling sea 
 
 To their impatient Naples. 
 
 While to Miranda's nuptials I will bring 
 
 Unclouded skies and breath of spring. 
 
 For Ariel's mouse, like Venus' dove, 
 
 Hath brought the olive-branch of ]^ove, 
 
 To these estranged couples : 
 
 Who hither come each to his fellow yoked. 
 
 Miranda seeketh here the magic cloak, 
 
 Which all this mazement did provoke. 
 
 She hath proposed a 'Court of Love,' 
 
 To convened be upon this sward. 
 
 Methinks she pines to be confessed. 
 
 Perchance, there'll be some last behest for me, 
 
 So near I'll stay. 
 
 {Exit Ariel, c.) 
 
 (Ferdinand and Miranda enter, r, followed hy Orlando 
 and Rosalind. Mir^vnda and Rosalind sit on mossy 
 hank. Orlando stands beside Rosalind at l. Fer- 
 dinand SesuZe Miranda af c. He carries scroll.) 
 
 Miranda. Hear yes! Hear yes! Hear yes! 
 
 Ferdinand. This 'Court of Love' is here convened for 
 reasons herein set down. To wit: — "To sit in judgment 'pon 
 three rank offenders, who in divers ways do stand accused of 
 breaking, cracking, or attempting so to do. Love's Laws." The 
 first offender will now stand forth. One yclept Orlando. A 
 gentleman — he claims to be — from out the Wood of Arden. 
 Out stand, I pray ! Art he ? 
 
 Orlando {crossing to r, front) . 
 
 My lord, the same. 
 
 Ferdinand. The cause for which thou art indicted is two- 
 fold. 'Tis here set down as 'poaching' and ' base cruelty unto a 
 poor, dumb, creature.' Who maketh this 'cusation ? 
 
 Rosalind (rising). Tis I, my lord. I swear, he did, by 
 pretty traps, outhung upon the trees of Arden, and divers other 
 sweet conceits, ensnare an unsuspecting ' hart,' within the Wood 
 of Arden. 
 
 Miranda. If proved be, 'tis poaching of a surety. 
 
 Ferdinand. Order i' the Court. Continue thy 'cusation. 
 
 Rosalind. He, then, this self-same trusting hart did grievous 
 wound, and cast away completely, to die of hunger, thirst, and 
 pangs, within a foreign country. 
 
THE ADMIRABLE MIRANDA. 29 
 
 Ferdinand (to Orlando). Thou'st heard the accusation. 
 Hast au^ht to say in thy defence? 
 
 Miranda. A strange court, this, that hath no buzzing 
 big- wigs ! 
 
 Ferdinand. Order! Order! I say. Would'st be put out? 
 
 Miranda (embracing him). Nay, love! I could not be 'put 
 out' by thee. 
 
 Orlando. Your Worshipped-ness ! I must plead guilty. 
 Though half the gnilt I'll rub away with the brisk brush of 
 reason. Wilt list to ine? 
 
 Ferdinand. Ay, truly! Brush away. 
 
 RosAiND. He doth carrv his 'brush' with him like any fox. 
 
 Miranda. Pray, is thy tale a long one? 
 
 Orlando {pointing to mock judge) . Nay, sooth ! See'stnot, 
 I'm docked? 
 
 Ferdinand. Order i' the Court. 
 
 Orlando. The snares I used to trap this 'hart,' do the 
 approval bear of time. 
 
 Rosalind. I vowed they were not made for me! How oft, 
 hast thou, by variously baiting, used them? 
 
 Ferdinand. The Court doth rule that question out. Con- 
 tinue, thou accused one. 
 
 Orlando. The accepted pattern, they, my lord, used first, I 
 wot, in Eden. Therefore I claim no censure due in that my 
 wiles were new, or e'en unusual cruel. As for 'unsuspecting 
 hart,' — so dubbed by my accuser, — I, truth, would read, 'expect- 
 ing hart;' no novice, she, in sportsman's art. 
 
 Rosalind. Fie! Shame upon thee! 
 
 Orlando. Nor, did I, sooth, apoaching go. 
 The manly art 
 Of hunting ' hart,' 
 In wood, or field, or meadow, 
 I do opine 
 Doth bear no fine, 
 Where'er the chase may lead one. 
 The earth doth be 
 Most certainly 
 To all men free for harting. 
 Of willing hart 
 Would'st take the part 
 If she ensnared be? 
 
 Miranda. Ay ! Ay ! Most heartily ! 
 
 Ferdinand. Come, come ! The Court must have his say. 
 'Tis poaching, in the least degree, and, therefore doth the Court 
 decree, that you, Orlando, must this self-same hart within thy 
 bosom cherish. 
 
 Rosalind. Like unto thievish dog, who forced is around his 
 neck to bear his tainted spoils. 
 
 Orlando (^crossing to her). Nay, nay! Like unto happy 
 conqueror, who pinneth proudly on his breast the precious 
 trophy of his 'quest. 
 
30 THE ADMIRABLE MIRANDA. 
 
 Miranda. How long liis sentence, pray? 
 
 Ferdinand. Forever and a day ! 
 
 Rosalind. He'll 'have him, so it will commuted be. 
 
 Orlando (kneeling) . Ay ! Commuted to eternity ! 
 
 Ferdinand. How answeretli thou the second charge ? The 
 most foul one of cruelty? 
 
 Ordando (rising). My lord! In truth and all sincerity, 
 withal most seriously, I vow myself much puzzled at myself. 
 An did I not fear Rose would grin 't, 
 I'd swear that there was witchcraft in 't. 
 
 Miranda (rising). In truth and all sincerity, withal most 
 seriously, I vow Orlando speaketh true. 
 
 Rosalind (rm?i^). Orlando speaketh truth ? Oho! 
 Then hark! Anon, we'll hear bright Gabriel's blaring trumpet. 
 
 Miranda. Nay, Rosalind, thy mirth allay 
 And serious list to what I say; 
 Then, straight, pronounce my penalty. 
 Sweet Ferdinand, thou well dost know 
 The wonders Prospero can do. 
 By dipping deep in learning's well, 
 With aid of chemical and cruce. 
 He wrought this garment for his use. 
 
 (Takes mantle from hank and holds it up.) 
 
 Who wears this cloak 
 Upon his back 
 
 Can charms invoke; 
 No wish will lack 
 
 Be't thought or spoke. 
 The cloak laid slack 
 
 The spell is broke. 
 And slack upon the ground it lay. 
 This even', as I chanced this way. 
 Alas! Good friends, I crave your grace! 
 In bitter shame I'd hide my face. 
 Ferdinand (approaching). I pray you, hide it here, love. 
 Miranda. Nay, Ferdinand! But hear me out, 
 And then, I'm feared, poor me you'll flout. 
 A lonely maiden here I've lived 
 Deprived of young companions ; 
 While love, to me a flower unknown, 
 Within this bosom ne 'er had grown, 
 Till this dear gard 'ner sowed it. 
 Then, sooth, as -starving folk do gorge, 
 Nor pause not at sufficient, 
 This love-bestarved maid did crave 
 More love, and e 'en more love to have. 
 Enwrapped in folds of magic cloak. 
 Three lovers to her did invoke. 
 First, poor, benighted, Moon-man! 
 But who the other two should be 
 Was left to chance, or destiny. 
 
THE ADMIRABLE MIRANDA. 31 
 
 O Rosalind! Sweet maid, I vow, 
 Thou should'st not lay this coil to me. 
 
 Rosalind. Nay! Herein lies my penalty 
 For such unseemly adornment. 
 
 Miranda. O, pray you, friends, can'st me forgive ? 
 
 Ros^vLiND. Foi'give and love thee, whilst we live. 
 ( Embraces Miranda . ) 
 
 Miranda. O Ferdinand! I do back-shrink 
 From putting thy dear love to test. 
 But guilt, the more it seek to hide 
 Itself, the bigger bulk it shows. 
 Alas! Alas! Are my deserts 
 So small, I fear to put thy love 
 To test, lest lose, not gain, it all! 
 
 Ferdinand. Sweet one, whatever thou hast done. 
 To me, thy name will ever be 
 * Most Admirable Miranda.' 
 
 Miranda (covering her face) . 
 Nay, list! I longed that thou should 'st see 
 The three men lovering with me! 
 
 Rosalind {laughing). Think 'st this deserveth penalty? 
 
 Ferdinand {embracing Miranda). 
 Thou art most guillessest she alive! 
 
 Rosalind. My lord! Take care to guard her well. 
 Thy fault if this transplanted flower, 
 Within thy court, doth ever change 
 From guillessness to guile. 
 
 Orlando. Good sooth! 'Tis said: — '*E'en misery 
 Delighteth in good companie ;" 
 So I '11 pronounce the penalty 
 For her most cruel and most feminine offence. 
 The offender must immersed be 
 In matrimony's perilous sea. 
 Fernando, here, the duckster, he. 
 
 Ferdinand. Nay ! I the log to which thou 'rt tied 
 To drag thee in. Not so, my bride ? 
 
 Miranda. Love, thou wilt be the precious boat, 
 Within whose shelter I will float, 
 Contented, down life's stream. {They embrace.) 
 
 Miranda (holds tip magic cloak) . 
 Will 't please the Couit to judge this last ofiender ? 
 
 Rosalind. Alack! I 'm feared to sit on't! 
 
 Ferdinand. It is a villain of the deepest dye. 
 
 Orlando. Since 'tis already dyed it can't be put to death 
 
 Ferdinand. Of witch-craft foul it is accused. 
 
 Rosalind. Then, quick, my lord, let's burn it! 
 
 Miranda. 'Tis of such stuff as dreams are made, 
 And will ne'er perish, I 'm afraid. 
 
 Ferdinand. We '11 bury it alive. 
 
 Orlando . Some zany might uproot it. Like unto him who 
 hither comes. 
 
32 THE ADMIRABLE MIRANDA. 
 
 {Enter Moon-man, k, yawning^ followed hy Dog-star.) 
 
 Rosalind. Poor, sleepy, lunar, looney! 
 
 Orlando. This skipper from the green-cheese moou his 
 watch hath lonjsr o 'erstayed. 
 
 Moon-man. Good, earth-born folk, pray, grant a boon, 
 AndC. O. D. me to the moon. 
 
 Miranda. If thou wilt swear that thou wilt ne 'er essay to 
 leave it. 
 
 MooN-MAN. I did not will it 
 To be out-spilled 
 On earth, believe it. 
 
 Miranda. Ay, truly, thou did'st not ! This magic garment 
 hauled thee forth. O list ! I pray and learn its worth. 
 Encased within its ample fold, ^ 
 Whatever wish thy heart doth hold, 
 Shall granted be. A sprite there is 
 Bound out to it. Pray, wish him hither. 
 
 Moon-man. Hillo, ho, ho, here! Come, sprite, come! 
 
 {Enter Ariel, c.) 
 
 Miranda Good Ariel, would'st thou deem 
 This Moon-man a good master? 
 
 Ariel. In truth, sweet maid, none better! 
 Moon-man. Sweet sprite, I'll thee unfetter 
 And 'low thee roam where'er thou wilt. 
 Ariel. That's my good master ! 
 And faster, faster, 
 Far, than whirlwind's breath, 
 Thy bidding '11 do, 
 All nature thro', 
 Ariel and all his quality. 
 Miranda. What say you, friends, this garment exile to the 
 
 sky? 
 Ferdinand. It merits banishment. 
 Rosalind and Orlando. Ay! Ay! 
 
 (Miranda wraps mantle about Moon-man.) 
 Miranda. Pray, Moon-man, take this souvenir! 
 Thou'lt work no teen with it, I trow? 
 
 MooN-MAN. Sweet maiden, entertain no fear 
 Yare ! Yare ! To Dian we fare ! Lo ! 
 {2^0 audience.) 
 
 Ere I do leave this earth 
 
 I wish you all much mirth. 
 
 With mouths astretch from ear to ear 
 
 May you remain throughout the year. 
 
 Come, Sirius, we must join the spheres! 
 
 Moon-man from earth for aye dis'pears. 
 
 (MooN-MAN and Dog-star exeunt., l.) 
 Ariel. Hark? Hark ! I hear 
 The strain of strutting chanticleer 
 
THE ADMIRABLE MIRANDA. 33 
 
 Cry *Cock-a-doodle-doo ! ' 
 
 {To audience.) And so, kind friends, adieu! 
 
 You ne'er again will Ariel see. 
 
 But oft-times will tie visit thee ; 
 
 In sighing breeze, in falling rain, 
 
 Will Ariel sing this soft refrain : — 
 
 "Thankful be! 
 
 Happy be ! 
 Ariel serves humanity 
 
 Continually." 
 
 (Exit Ariel, c.) 
 
 Orlando. See yonder cloud which 'scures the moon ! 
 And 'round it floats like sable smoke. 
 
 Rosalind. Methinks it is the magic cloak 
 Forth from his shoulders streaming. 
 
 Ferdinand. E 'en while we gaze the moon's face pales, 
 And dawn doth forth come stealing 
 To sweep the stars from out the sky ; 
 To set the birds a-pealing; 
 To draw the arras from the day ; 
 For Phcebus, soon holds his lev^e. 
 
 Miranda. Sweet Ferdinand, Orlando friend, 
 I pray you, unto us hands lend 
 In short farewell. Till morning light ! 
 "Which time we all will be embarked 
 And glad sail set for Naples. 
 
 Ferdinand and Orlando. Farewell, O ! Admirable Miranda ! 
 
 {lliey exeunt, l. Rosalind sits upon mossy bank.) 
 
34 THE ADMIRABLE MIRANDA. 
 
 EPILOGUE. 
 
 Spoken by Miranda. 
 
 Kind friends, a moment longer stay 
 
 And patient list to what I say. 
 
 Lest some of you offended be, 
 
 By this Shakespearian parody, 
 
 I would your kind attention call 
 
 To this one fact, — allowed by all, — 
 
 That goodness which hath borne a test, — 
 
 What'er the temptation — is best. 
 
 And Shakespeare, you'll agree, did paint 
 
 Miranda as an untried saint. 
 
 What to his * nature's child ' befell 
 
 When she reached Naples, he doesn't tell. 
 
 But any maid who's had her fill 
 
 Of pre-marital lovers will, 
 
 Most certainly, more docile be 
 
 Within the bonds of matrimony. 
 
 This * skit ' was meant to try Mirand, 
 
 And prove her goodness test would stand. 
 
 Temptation she hath sent sky-high; 
 
 The magic cloak will not have nigh, — 
 
 The bait which might in future bring 
 
 Full many lovers to her string. 
 
 So, pray you, friends, most lenient be 
 
 In judging of this travesty 
 
 On Shakespeare's admired Miranda. 
 
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