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** 
 
 THE TEMPTER 
 
 A TRAGEDY IN VERSE IN FOUR ACTS 
 
 BY 
 
 HENRY ARTHUR IONES 
 
 PRODUCED FOR THE FIRST TIME AT THE 
 
 HAYMARKET THEATRE, LONDON 
 
 UNDER THE MANAGEMENT OF 
 
 Mr. H . BEERBOHM TREE 
 
 September 20, 1803 
 
 MACMILLAN AND CO 
 
 AND LONDON 
 
 1893 
 
THE TEMPTER 
 
 A TRAGEDY IN VERSE IN FOUR ACTS 
 
 BY 
 
 HENRY ARTHUR JONES 
 
 PRODUCED FOR THE FIRST TIME AT THE 
 
 HAYMARKET THEATRE, LONDON 
 
 UNDER THE MANAGEMENT OF 
 
 Mr. H. BEERBOHM TREE 
 
 September 20, 1893 
 
 <f0T COSo 
 
 ^OCT I 1 1393 
 
 MACMILLAN AND CO.. 
 
 AND LONDON ft"'/' 
 
 1893 
 
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 Copyright, 1893, 
 
 BY 
 
 MACM1LLAN & CO. 
 
 ROBERT DRUMMOND, PRINTER, NEW YORK. 
 
The Devil Mr. H. Beerbohm Tree. 
 
 Prince Leon of Au- 
 
 vergne Mr. Fred Terry. 
 
 Earl of Rougemont . Mr. Holman Clark. 
 
 Sir Gilbert Morbec . Mr. Fuller Mellish. 
 Sir Gaultier de Flo- 
 
 rac Mr. Revelle. 
 
 Father Urban, Prior of 
 
 St. Werburg's Abbey . Mr. Fred. Everill. 
 Drogo Pound, Steward 
 
 to the Earl of Rouge- 
 mont Mr. G. W. Anson. 
 
 Host Mr. Charles Allan. 
 
 Cellarer Mr. Cowie. 
 
 Master of the Vessel . Mr. Baldie. 
 
 Boatswain Mr. Garry. 
 
 ist Sailor Mr. Paton. 
 
 A Singing Pilgrim . . . Mr. A. Wigley. 
 
 A Child 
 
 The Lady Isobel of 
 
 Carmayne .... Miss Julia Neilson. 
 The Lady Avis of 
 
 Rougemont .... Mrs. Tree. 
 Lettice, waiting-maid to 
 
 Lady Isobel .... Miss Irene Vanbrugh. 
 
 Sarah Pound .... Mrs. E. H. Brooke. 
 
 Pilgrims, Sailors, Beggars, Gentlemen, Monks, Serving- 
 men, Sutlers, Grooms, Waiting-women, 
 Soldiers, Attendants, etc. 
 
The scene is laid in England in the fourteenth century. 
 
 ACT I. 
 
 Scene i. On board Prince Leon's Vessel in the 
 
 English Channel. 
 Scene 2. In the Courtyard of the Fleur-de- 
 
 Lys Inn on the Canterbury Road. 
 
 A fortnight passes. 
 
 ACT II. 
 
 Scene. The Guest-House of Saint Werburg's 
 Abbey near Canterbury. 
 
 A night passes. 
 
 ACT III. 
 
 Scene. A Glade outside the Abbey Walls. 
 
 ACT IV. 
 
 Scene. The outside of Canterbury Cathedral 
 at Night. 
 
 The passages enclosed in brackets may be omitted in 
 stage representation. 
 
PROLOGUE. 
 
 Leave for awhile the fret of modern life, 
 
 Its cheap pert aims, delirious unrest ; 
 
 Leave social maladies and the lust-pest 
 
 To Nature's surgery. Trust her wise knife. 
 
 Shun city fungi with strange fevers rife ; 
 
 Nor join crude modern persons in vain quest 
 
 For deathless beauty's self and holy zest 
 
 Of rapturous martyrdom in some base strife 
 
 Of feeble peddling folk, caked in dull filth. 
 
 Shut out the reek of this stockjobbing age, 
 
 Its wan-faced railway herds, its wealth, its illth, 
 
 The muddy ferment of its greed, and rage 
 
 Of blind, deaf, mad, industrial war. Close ears. 
 
 Close eyes. Waken in long past lovely years. 
 
 Waken in Chaucer's England, 'mid the ring 
 
 Of bells, 'mid rainbow throngs, and rich gay sights. 
 
 Lo! here a band of pilgrims, dames and knights, 
 
 Beset with evil's strong encompassing 
 
 In days when men had souls to save. What Thing 
 
 Is this that dogs these wayfarers, affrights, 
 
 Mocks, lures and frustrates, startles and delights, 
 
 And wins them to a wild abandoning 
 
 Of heaven, of all ? Such Power dogs us to-day : 
 
 The past I show is but our present life, 
 
 And we are pilgrims, shadowed on our way, 
 
 Waging the old inexplicable strife 
 
 With darkness, taint of blood, necessity, 
 
 Fate, chance, or — what ? Raise curtain. Let us see. 
 
THE TEMPTER. 
 
 ACT I. 
 
 Scene i. On board Prince Leon's ship off the 
 South Foreland. 
 
 Night. A storm raging ; very dark, thunder and light- 
 ning; sailors in the rigging lowering the sails ; the 
 sails are torn; sailors hurrying to and fro ; a steers- 
 man at the rudder ; the master of the ship directing 
 with master s whistle ; shouting, hurryifig, alarm. 
 
 Master. [Shouting.] Lower her sails ! Ho there ! 
 Be nimble. [To the Steersman.] Keep her head out 
 to sea ! 
 
 Enter from below Sir Gaultier de Florac, a yoimg 
 knight attendant on Prince Leon. 
 
 •Sir Gaul. How now, master ? 
 
 Master. Keep below, Sir Gaultier. 
 
 Sir Gaul. The Prince would know where we are. 
 
2 THE TEMPTER act i 
 
 Master. 'Tis more than I can tell in this pitchy 
 blackness. 
 
 Sir Gaul. Is the Prince in peril ? 
 
 Master. He's as near Heaven as the rest of us. 
 
 Sir Gaul. Is it so ? What wilt thou do to save his 
 life? 
 
 Master. The same that I shall do to save my own. 
 Keep below, Sir Gaultier. Bid the Prince and all 
 your company keep below. 
 
 Sir Gaul. Nay, we'll not stay there to be drowned 
 like rats. Thou knowest what the Prince's life is 
 worth, and how all the hopes of France and England 
 hang upon this voyage ! What can I do to rescue 
 him ? 
 
 Master. Take him on thy back and swim ashore 
 with him. 
 
 Sir Gaul. Dost thou jeer at me ? 
 
 Master. Nay, nay, Sir Gaultier, but stand out of 
 my way. The ship's driving ashore. If we 'scape 
 and live, we live ; if we perish, we perish. Below ! 
 Below and pray; 'tis all that thou canst do. We're 
 in God's hands ! 
 
 Sir Gaul. Nay, in the devil's hands, I think. 'Tis 
 the devil that sends such weather as this. 
 
 Enter the Prince from below. 
 
 Prince. Gaultier, where art thou ? 
 Sir Gaul. Here, my Prince. 
 
 Prince. How now ? 
 
 Are we in jeopardy ? 
 
scene i THE TEMPTER 3 
 
 Sir Gaul. We walk a plank 
 
 'Twixt heaven and hell ! Look at this boiling pit ! 
 
 [A terrific thunderclaps 
 Mercy ! Are Satan's legions all broke loose ? 
 
 Enter a Sailor from below. 
 
 Sailor. She's sprung a leak ! Below ! All hands 
 below ! [Exeunt all except the Prince and Sir 
 
 Gaultier. 
 
 Prince. Gaultier, if so it chance, that these mad 
 seas 
 Drown me and let thee live 
 
 Sir Gaul. If thou art drowned, 
 
 Be sure that I'll not live to tell the tale. 
 I'll perish too ! 
 
 Prince. Nay, as thou art my friend, 
 
 Escape if so thou may. Do this for me ; 
 Thou wilt ? 
 
 Sir Gaul. I promise thee. 
 
 Prince. If I go down, 
 
 Bear thou this message to the Lady Avis ; 
 Tell her that though my eyes have never looked 
 On her dear face since those remembered days 
 When she, the daintiest maid of seven, and I, 
 A boy of twelve, were, by our parents' will, 
 And our pleased, wondering, childish love, betrothed 
 And promised to each other, though since then 
 Our countries' wars have parted us, yet ever 
 My tenderest heartstrings have been tied to hers ; 
 And lately, when the King of England offered, 
 
4 THE TEMPTER act i 
 
 As sign and pledge of his goodwill to France, 
 That our betrothal should be ratified, 
 And I should marry her, his god-daughter, 
 And bind our countries in a lasting peace, 
 Tell her that when her picture came to show 
 How sweet and fair my playmate wife had grown, 
 My childhood's love came rushing back, and I 
 Took my most solemn vow to be her knight, 
 Her stainless knight, pure, consecrate to her 
 Alone. And as God hears my words, maybe 
 My dying words, I've kept my vow. Here, here, 
 In my heart's secret shrine, her image dwells, 
 Maiden, inviolate ! 
 
 [ Thunder ; lightning. Shrieks and howls, and 
 cries of despair from below. 
 Enter a Soldier from below in fright. 
 Soldier. My liege ! My liege ! 
 
 Please you to come below ! The men grow wild 
 And riotous. They are beside themselves. 
 
 [The Prince goes to hold, shouting as he 
 exits. 
 Prince. Ye cowards ? Cease this brawl ! Come, 
 cease, I say ! [Exit, followed by Attendant. 
 Sir Gaul. [Calls to Steersman.] Steersman ! 
 Steers. Ay, ay ! 
 
 Sir Gaul. Does she answer to her rudder ? 
 Steers. I scarce know in all this uproar. Please 
 God, I'll keep her off the land. 
 
 [Exit Sir Gaultier below. A huge wave. 
 The vessel reels, the Steersman is swept 
 
scene i THE TEMPTER 5 
 
 off. A flash of lightning reveals the 
 Devil in the Steersman's //dw. 
 Devil. [Alone, steering.] Please God or not, I'll 
 dash her on the rocks ! [Looking after Steers- 
 man, shouting after him.] 
 Thou wilt please God ? About it then, thou fool ! 
 
 [Stretches forth his ar?n ; a flash of lightning.] 
 My swift, pale harbinger, skip through the heavens ! 
 Dart, blast and havoc ! Daunt these seamen's hearts ! 
 Palsy their sinews ! Dry their bloods with fright ! 
 
 [Stretches forth his arm ; another flash.] 
 Nearer ! Awake, old thunder ! Roll ! Split ! Crash ! 
 Ocean, voluptuous destroyer, help ! 
 Thou always wast a rebel ! Lash and chafe ! 
 Rage ! Leap ! Spit thy triumphant spume to 
 
 heaven ! 
 Open thy gulfy jaws for this new herd, 
 This Gadarean feast that I shall send thee ! 
 Hither, ye winds ! Howl ! Browbeat ! Roar and 
 
 baffle 
 These seafarers. Drown all, save one ! Spare him ! 
 [Stretches forth his hand j lightning, thunder.] 
 Louder ! 'Tis very good ! Evil is good, 
 And power is good, and Death and ruin good ! 
 Why, He pronounced Creation good, and I 
 Pronounce Destruction good ! 
 
 [A great cry of fright j a crowd of the 
 Prince's Attendants rush up from below 
 in panic, followed by the Prince and Sir 
 Gaultier. 
 
6 THE TEMPTER act i 
 
 Here come this fry ! 
 [ The vessel reels j a cry of fright.] 
 Why, how these barn-door fowl cling to their lives ! 
 
 [Shrieks, howls. 
 
 The Prince and Sir Gaultier come from below. 
 
 Prince. Ye knaves ! What now ? What ails ye ? 
 
 What's to do ? [Following the Attendants, 
 
 driving them in front of him. Cries of " We 
 
 drown, we perish ! "] 
 Well, drown, and perish, if ye must, like men. 
 Ye have faced death a hundred times in battle, 
 When wounds and agony, horror and thirst, 
 Waited upon him. And are ye frighted now, 
 When he comes tenderly as dreaming sleep ? 
 Shame ! Shame ! Ye cowards ! Nay, ye have served 
 
 me well. 
 I will speak gently ! Soldiers, servants, friends ! 
 
 [Murmurs of " The Prifice speaks." "Hear 
 him" " Listen," etc. The wind howls.] 
 [Raising his voice.] As ye would bear yourselves upon 
 
 the field, 
 So bear you now. He that doth blench or flinch 
 Is no liege-man of mine. [Look upon me ! 
 What one among you all has such dear cause 
 To live as I ? Yonder the sweetest lady 
 In all of Christendom, waits to be made 
 My bride ! What joy of life I ne'er shall taste 
 If we go down, and yet ye see me here 
 As calm as though I laid me down to sleep.] 
 
scene I THE TEMPTER 7 
 
 Devil. Oh, you're a man of pluck ! You're a man 
 of mettle, but wait till I get you on my grindstone. 
 
 [Cries of " Long live the Prince ! ' 
 
 Prince. Is any yet afeared ? 
 
 [Cries of "No" interrupted by thunder and 
 lightning ; cries of fear ; the Master of the 
 vessel rushes on in alarm. 
 Master. My liege, she's sinking ! Save yourself how 
 
 you can ! 
 Sir Gaul. Sinking ! Then God have mercy on us ! 
 Prince. Oh, Gaultier ! 'tis maddening that I 
 Shall die, and never clasp her. If thou live 
 Bear thou my message, say that as I sank [Taking 
 
 picture from his breast, kissing it.] 
 I held her picture to my lips, and whispered 
 Avis. [Lightning, thunder ; a bolt strikes the ship and 
 splits the mast; the ship begins to sink ; cries of 
 terror and despair.] 
 Kiss me ! we're sinking ! 
 
 [Hurrying, confusion; cries of " Were sink^ 
 ing!" u She's sinking!" "To the boat!" 
 Sailors rush on and fall on their knees. 
 Sailor. God have mercy ! Christ have mercy ! 
 
 God hear me ! 
 
 Devil. He's deaf ! He's not at home ! He's gone 
 
 upon a journey ! 
 
 ist Sailor. [On his knees.] God -have mercy on 
 
 me ! 
 
 Devil. I'll have mercy on thee. 
 
 3 rd Sailor. Save me to repent ! Let me live ! Let 
 
8 THE TEMPTER act i 
 
 me live ! [Rushing frantically backwards and for- 
 wards, shrieking and squealing.] Give me another 
 year, another month, another hour. Save me to 
 repent ! 
 
 [Climbs up to the Devil. 
 Devil. Repent, rascal ? Thou hast been damned 
 these ten years past. 
 
 [He is washed overboard with a cry ; more 
 Sailors and Attendants rush on j the ship 
 sinks deeper j cries of despair. 
 Sailor. There's liquor in the hold. 
 Devil. Drink, ye rascals ! Drown yourselves in 
 drink. Die besotted. You'll wake sober. [Sailors 
 bring on a barrel of liquor j they open it, and begin 
 quarrelling, .] [Above them in the aftcastle.] Up ! Up, 
 and cut each other's throats ! Let's have some 
 mutiny ! To the boats, and fight each other like 
 wild beasts ! 
 
 Sailors. The boats ! The boats ! 
 Devil. That's better. Curse ! Curse ! Mutiny ! 
 Blaspheme ! 
 
 [ The vessel reels ; the moon breaks out and re- 
 veals the Devil steering, Sailors quarrelling 
 and stabbing each other. Sailors shout and 
 point him out. " Look ! Look ! " Yells of 
 execration. The vessel lurches and they are 
 swept *ojf. The vessel sinks still deeper. As 
 the vessel goes down the Prince is seen 
 climbing up to the Devil. The ship sinks. 
 Cries and groans. Darkness. Cries and 
 
scene 2 THE TEMPTER 9 
 
 groans continue. A lurid dawn slowly 
 spreads over the scene with great leaden 
 storm-clouds above, and along the horizon 
 copper clouds in a pale green lake of light. 
 A small boat is seen on the waters with the 
 Prince and the Devil therein, the Devil 
 rowing. The sea is strewn with corpses, and 
 faintly reflects the copper sky ; the mast of 
 the sunken ship is seen above the waters. 
 Land dimly seen in the distance, fringed with 
 surf Scene changes to Scene 2. 
 
 Scene 2. Courtyard of the Fleur-de-Lys Inn o?i the 
 Canterbury road. 
 
 A large archway, right, leading from the road. An 
 archway, left. A balcony all along left side over 
 the archway, with steps coming down. The inn 
 door with porch at back, to the left. A large bench 
 outside the inn at back, to the right. A sto?ie seat 
 down stage, left. The balcony pillars are covered 
 with ivy, which grows on to the bright warm red 
 roof at back. Everything very bright and sunny. 
 
 Enter Drogo Pound, steward to the E^rl of Rouge- 
 mont, goes to the inn door, shouts, knocks. 
 
 Drogo. 
 Ho ! ho ! Here ! 
 
 Enter Host and Serving-man from inn. 
 Host. Give you good day, sir ! 
 Drogo. Make ready all your rooms on the instant. 
 
io THE TEMPTER act i 
 
 Here comes my lord, the Earl of Rougemont, and the 
 Lady Avis, his daughter, and the Lady Isobel of 
 Carmayne, his niece, and Sir Gilbert Morbec, with 
 divers other pilgrims on their way to the shrine of the 
 blessed St. Thomas at Canterbury ! [Seats himself.] 
 Some wine. And, hearkee, I know good wine ! 
 
 Host. [To Serving-man.] Bid them make ready all 
 the rooms. Bring this gentleman some of the ten 
 year old. [Exit Serving-man into inn.] We had 
 knowledge of the Lord Rougemont's coming. They 
 say the Lady Avis is to be wedded to a great lord of 
 France, and she is now on her wedding journey. 
 
 Drogo. True, and the Prince Leon of Auvergne is 
 now on his way across the sea to meet her at Canter- 
 bury, and wed her there. 
 
 [Servant brings wine to Drogo. 
 
 Host. Heaven give them joy, and send peace be- 
 tween us and France ! 
 
 Drogo. Amen ! [Drinks deeply .] That's good 
 liquor, host. 
 
 Host. 'Tis my best. 
 
 Drogo. Hearkee, we may lodge here some days. I 
 do not eat now nor drink, save bread and water only. 
 [ The Host looks surprised?^ My lord and I are doing 
 penance ; we walk barefoot ; we sleep but three hours 
 a night ; we wake at midnight and receive a whole- 
 some scourging. My lord has a beggar to scourge 
 him ; my wife Sarah scourges me. We are doing a 
 mighty penance till we purge ourselves clean of all 
 sin at the tomb of the holy martyr. See that my wife 
 
scene 2 THE TEMPTER n 
 
 Sarah hath plenty of this same liquor while we lodge 
 here. What hast thou for supper ? 
 
 [Sarah has entered from archway ; comes to 
 Drogo. 
 
 Host. Some flesh of mutton and beef, some venison 
 pasties, some boar's head, some chitterlings — we have 
 abundance of good cheer. 
 
 [Drogo has been smacking his lips, and nodding 
 his head approvingly. 
 
 Drogo. Put down thy belongings, Sarah, and find 
 thy way to the buttery. Are there any beggars in 
 your town ? 
 
 Host. We have a goodly multitude of Christ's poor. 
 
 Drogo. [To Serving-man.] Call hither all the beg- 
 gars of the town. Tell them the Lord of Rougemont 
 comes, and is full of blessed charity. 
 
 [Exit Serving-man. 
 
 Host. What sin hath the Earl of Rougemont done 
 that he doeth such grievous penance ? 
 
 Drogo. He hath seized upon the estate of Carmayne 
 in France, which by rights should go to his niece the 
 Lady Isobel. He lays claim to it under the Salic 
 law, and hath appealed to the Holy Father, who hath 
 ruled that he shall keep all the earldom, and do 
 penance for it to Holy Church. 
 
 Host. Heaven assoyle his soul ! And the Lady 
 Isobel ? 
 
 Drogo. Oh ! she is to be a nun ; she is nought. 
 Prepare your worst room for my lord, — 'tis his pen- 
 ance. Put the Lady Avis in your best room. The 
 
12 THE TEMPTER act i 
 
 Lady Isobel — 'tis no matter where you put her, she is 
 nought. See that my wife Sarah is comfortably 
 lodged. My lord is resting a mile hence ; I go to 
 fetch him. See that all is made ready. 
 
 Host. It shall straightway be done. [Exit into inn; 
 
 Enter the Devil at left gateway, dressed as a soldier 
 of forty-Jive, bluff, hearty, roystering. 
 Devil. [Calling off.] Perk up, my bantling ! Your 
 best leg forward. 
 
 \_The Prince staggers in, pale, weak, utterly ex- 
 hausted ; his clothes ragged, torn, muddy. 
 Prince. I'm dog-tired ! I'll go no further ! I — 
 I — [Staggers']. I — oh — I shall die ! [Drops fainting. 
 Devil. Some day — not yet. 'Tis thy live soul I want, 
 Not thy dead body. Ho, hither ! Ho ! ho ! 
 
 [ Beating at the inn door. 
 
 Host enters in a hurry. 
 
 Host. Why, who the devil — [Seeing the Devil.] 
 Your pardon, sir ! A hearty welcome to you ! 
 
 Devil. My constant greeting ! 
 
 Host. [Seeing the Prince.] Why, who is here ? 
 
 Devil. A friend of mine. 
 
 Host. Not dead ? 
 
 Devil. No, he has swooned. Some of thy liquor to 
 revive him — the ten year old. Get it! [The Host 
 moves slozvly.] Come, be alive ! About it ! Quick, 
 or I shall tickle you ! [ The Host hurries into inn. 
 The Prince gasps."] 
 [Bending over the Prince.] Ah ! gasp and groan. 
 
scene 2 THE TEMPTER 13 
 
 You'd marry Lady Avis, 
 Tinker a peace between these angry kings, 
 Cheat me of famine, war, and pestilence. 
 When I stand ready to unleash my hounds 
 For glut and rapine of a hundred years, 
 You'd muzzle them, and marry Lady Avis. 
 I'll show thee better sport than Lady Avis ; 
 And I'll show Isobel far better sport 
 Than marrying Holy Church, and I will have 
 A little merry sport myself, and twist 
 Things inside out, and upside down, and stir 
 A glorious hurly-burly hereabout ! 
 
 The Host enters from inn with wine. The Devil 
 bends over the Prince, and shouts in his ear. 
 
 Hillo! hillo! Wake up ! Wake up ! Hillo ! [The 
 
 Prince stirs a little .] 
 [ To the Host.] Open his jaws, and pour it down. [ The 
 Host does so j the Prince drinks, revives.] 
 
 How now? 
 
 Prince. Oh, I shall die ! 
 
 Devil. Die ? Ah, to be sure you will, after a good 
 life well spent in drinking and wenching, and all 
 manner of wholesome ungodliness. Drink again ! 
 [The Prince drinks.] Some more! Come! That's 
 brave ! Now you're a man again ! 
 
 Prince. [Dazed, weak, fuddled.] How long have we 
 been travelling together ? 
 
 Devil. All the day long since six in the morning. 
 
 Prince. What's to-day ? 
 
14 THE TEMPTER act i 
 
 Devil. Wednesday. 
 
 Prince. Then 'twas last night I was shipwrecked ? 
 
 Devil. Shipwrecked? Ay, so I suppose; I hap- 
 pened to be abroad early this morning and found you 
 on the seashore, flat on your belly, with your nose in 
 the mud, like the battered figurehead of a ten years' 
 drowned vessel. 
 
 Prince. Why have you shown me such kindness ? 
 {Looking keenly at hi?n.\ Who are you ? Tell me, 
 that I may reward you. 
 
 Devil. Virtue is its own reward. Host, prepare us 
 some supper ! See to it ! My friend is ready to 
 famish. {The Host is going into inn.] [Calls.] Host, 
 have you seen aught of my very good friends, the 
 Earl of Rougemont and the Lady Avis ? [ The Prince 
 stops drinking and shoivs eager attention.] And the 
 Lady Isobel of Carmayne ? 
 
 Host. They are now coming into the town ; we are 
 making ready our best accommodation for them. 
 
 [Exit Host into inn. 
 
 Prince. [Starts up.] The Lady Avis will be here 
 to-night ! [Looks at his clothes with great shame.] 
 Look at me ! [Looking at his draggled attire ; creep- 
 ing of.] 
 I'll hide somewhere till they've gone on their way. 
 
 Devil. [Stopping him.] Hearkee ! You've not seen 
 the Lady Avis since you were children ? 
 
 Prince. No. [The Devil looks at him, laughs, 
 grunts.] 
 What's the matter ? 
 
scene 2 THE TEMPTER 15 
 
 Devil. [Grunts disapprovingly, shakes his head.] It's 
 no affair of mine. 
 
 Prince. What's no affair of yours ? 
 
 Devil. Your marriage with the Lady Avis. And 
 yet 
 
 Prince. Well, yet — — 
 
 Devil. Don't ask me. I'm far too ready to mix 
 myself in other people's business. Don't ask me ! 
 
 Prince. [Pursuing him.] But, sir, if you know any- 
 thing, I entreat you as my friend 
 
 evil. Why do you think of marrying her ? 
 
 Prince. We are pledged to one another, and our 
 marriage will secure our countries peace. 
 
 Devil. [Grunts?^ Well, marry her. 
 
 Prince. Why so I shall, unless 
 
 Devil. Unless ! Drink, man, and listen. [ The Prince 
 drinks.] Why, what a plague do you want war to cease 
 — you, a knight and soldier ? And what a plague do 
 you want to marry in the heyday of your youth and 
 lustihood ? Marry ? Drown yourself ! Marry ? 
 Hang yourself ! Marry ? Bury yourself ! I've been 
 
 travelling with these pilgrims ! I've seen [Sniffs.] 
 
 what I have seen. The Lady Avis is no match for 
 you. But the Lady Isobel. The Lady Isobel ! Oh, 
 my lost youth ! 
 
 Prince. But I'm betrothed to the Lady Avis. 
 
 Devil. Well, marry her ! 
 
 Prince. Is she not worthy of me ? 
 
 Devil. Judge her for yourself before you go further. 
 
 Prince. Judge her for myself ? How can I ? 
 
16 THE TEMPTER act i 
 
 Devil. Hum ! A young squire was slain here in a 
 drunken brawl — I did my best to keep him out of it, 
 but he would fight, the fool — his dress is within ; 'tis 
 a rich silk and velvet ; put it on, and be my squire. 
 
 Prince. Your squire ? 
 
 Devil. You're not expected for a day or two ; you 
 can study her and know her, yourself unknown ; and 
 when the game is out you can declare yourself. 
 
 Drogo. \His voice heard off right.] Make way there 
 for the mighty Earl of Rougemont, and the Lady 
 Avis, and the Lady Isobel of Carmayne. 
 
 Devil. Come ! [The Prince hesitates.] Judge her 
 before you marry her. Come ! 
 
 [Leading the 7vay into the inn. 
 
 Prince. [Hesitating, laughingly, jestingly. \ So I'm 
 to be your squire ? 
 
 Devil. You'll find me a merry, easy master. 
 
 [They look off ; the Devil draws the Prince 
 into the inn. 
 
 Enter the Earl of Rougemont, barefooted, in sack- 
 cloth, doing penance. Enter the Lady Avis and her 
 maid. Enter the Lady Isobel and Lettice, her 
 maid. Enter Sir Gilbert Morbec, very attentive 
 to the Lady Isobel, zuho is cold and reserved to 
 him. Enter Sarah Pound. Enter some twenty 
 other Pilgrims of different ages, ranks, and stations. 
 
 Earl of R. Is everything prepared for me as for the 
 vilest sinner on this earth ? 
 
 Drogo. [ Very obsequiously.] Yes, my lord. 
 
scene 2 THE TEMPTER 17 
 
 Earl of R. Bring me the beggars. 
 Drogo. I go to fetch them, my lord. 
 
 [The Pilgrims make a move to go into the inn. 
 
 Earl of R. I pray you all wait and bear witness 
 
 how I abase myself before the dregs and offscouring 
 
 of the earth. \_The Pilgrims wait. 
 
 Iso. I wonder what hath become of our delightful 
 
 guide and companion to-day. 
 
 [The Devil peeps round the balcony of the inn 
 just above her. A black gown is thrown 
 over his soldier s dress, giving him the ap- 
 pearance of a gentleman scholar ; his man- 
 ners are well bred, elegant, plausible, bland, 
 cynical, philosophical, engaging. With the 
 Lady Isobel and Lady Avis he continues 
 this manner, with the Prince he assumes a 
 rougher, bluffer, more soldierly manner. 
 Devil. [Looking down on her.] You miss me, then ? 
 You'll find me at your side, 
 Or in your ear, or perched upon your instep, 
 Or swinging in your curls, or galloping 
 In your rebellious blood, whene'er you will. 
 
 [Coming down the balcony steps to them. 
 Avis. I do not like that man. He frightens me. 
 Sir Gil. I hate him. He's a coxcomb. 1 can't 
 bear him. 
 
 Devil. List'ners, they say 
 
 Sir Gil. A cursed coxcomb ! Damn him 
 
 Devil. Damn me ! Tnat's quite superfluous ! That's 
 butter 
 
18 THE TEMPTER 
 
 ACT I 
 
 On bacon. 
 
 Iso. He is full of pleasantness 
 
 To me. Who can he be, I wonder ? Minstrel, 
 Or traveller, courtier, philosopher, 
 Soldier, or what ? 
 
 Devil. [Aside.] Just what folks think me, that 
 I am. [Coming down steps to them.] 
 [ Very courteous, smiling.] Your very humble servant, 
 ladies. Sir Gilbert, your servant. [Bowing.] Merry 
 ^ good day to you ! 
 
 [Sir Gilbert scowls at him, and exit into inn. 
 Iso. Where have you been ? 
 
 Devil. Not far, and I've returned 
 
 [Stepping between her and Avis, separating them, 
 whispering i?ito Isobel's ear.] 
 To see your holy uncle butter Heaven ! 
 Watch him ! 
 
 Re-enter Drogo at the head of a crowd of Beggars of 
 all ages, both sexes, — a very dirty, variegated 
 rabble. 
 
 Drogo. [Arranging the Beggars.] Be seemly now ! 
 Be orderly. 
 
 [The Earl of Rougemont comes forward with 
 a very meek and sanctified expression, kneels 
 to the Beggars, praying at the same time, 
 lifting his eyes to Heaven. 
 Devil. [Observing him.] Oh, how I love a hypocrite ! 
 [There's reason 
 And salary for other sins. For lies, 
 
SCENE 2 
 
 THE TEMPTER x 9 
 
 Lust, murder, robbery, I pay good wage, 
 
 But all ray darling hypocrites sin gratis, 
 
 Do penance, mortify themselves, mouth, fast, 
 
 Obey a thousand senseless, joyless rites. 
 
 For what ? That Heaven and I may both look on, 
 
 Equally uncozened, equally amused : 
 
 Go on, poor hypocrites, and cheat yourselves.] 
 
 [The Earl of Rougemont continues on his 
 knees praying. 
 Drogo. [To the Beggars.] Back, ye knaves, back ye 
 scullions ! 
 Doff your caps. Know ye whose presence ye are in ? 
 Earl of R. [Rising.] Chide them not, Drogo ! 
 They are in the presence of the most miserable sinner 
 
 that walks this earth. 
 
 [Taking out purse to distribute aims. 
 
 Devil. [Aside to Isobel.] He hath stolen all thy 
 heritage of Carmayne, and he will buy his soul's 
 pardon with these few stray pence. It's a cheap 
 quittance. 
 
 /so. [To the Devil.] Will Heaven quit him? 
 
 Earl of R. [Showering alms amongst the Beggars.] 
 Here, my brethren, my sisters. 'Tis all I have by me, 
 but ye are truly welcome. Ye deserve it far more 
 t ] ian i. [The Beggars scramble for the money. 
 
 Drogo. Long live the Earl of Rougemont ! Shout, 
 ye scum ! Shout, ye carcasses ! 
 
 Beggars. [Scrambling about.] Long live the Earl 
 of Rougemont ! 
 
 [The Earl goes to the inn door. The Beggars shout. 
 
20 THE TEMPTER act i 
 
 Earl of R. Pray not for my life. Life is evil. Bray 
 for my soul. Drogo, see that the filthiest of them all 
 is appointed to scourge me. [To the Beggars.] Pray 
 for my soul. 
 
 [Exit into inn; all the Pilgrims follow him except 
 Avis, Isobel, and Lettice. 
 Devil. Ay, pray for his soul. The breath that's 
 wasted hereabouts, would turn a dozen windmills. 
 But pray away ! Pray away ! 
 
 [Drogo looks amongst the Beggars, and selects the 
 most ill-favoured ruffian of them all. 
 Drogo. [ To the rest of the Beggars.] Away, ye vil- 
 lains ! Begone ! 
 
 [Exeunt all the Beggars except the one selected. 
 Hither, you scab ! Come to my lord's room ; bide 
 there till midnight ; then wake him, drag him from his 
 bed, and give him forty stripes. Lay them on soundly. 
 Spare him not. Scourge the Devil out of him. 
 
 [Exeunt Drogo and the Beggar into inn. 
 Devil. They whip themselves for my misdeeds. 1 
 like 
 This doctrine of vicarious suffering. 
 
 [Manent Devil, Isobel, Avis, and Lettice. 
 Iso. [To Lettice.] Go see what room they have 
 prepared for me. 
 
 [Lettice comes up to the inn door. The Devil 
 is standing across it, arms akimbo in a con- 
 templative mood; she cannot pass. 
 Let. Good sir, will you let me pass ? 
 
 [Curtsies to him. 
 
scene 2 THE TEMPTER 21 
 
 Devil. You curtsey prettily. Curtsey again. [She 
 curtsies again, more lowly. ~\ 
 You have been well taught, little minx. 
 
 Let. My mother bid me always curtsey to a gentle- 
 man. [Curtsies again. 
 
 Devil. You're a rare judge of character, but hearkee, 
 [Whispers in her ear ; she turns pale with 
 fright.'] 
 William Gamel's played you false. 
 
 Let. Oh, sir ! 
 
 Devil. Hush ! [Motions her that Lady Isobel may 
 see her.] We'll have some further talk about him. 
 [Motions her into the inn. Exit Lettice, scared, trem- 
 bling.] 
 
 Poor little soul ! It's rather sorry work 
 Damning such sprats. But I am a wholesale trader ; 
 All's fish that swims within my net, and here [ Watch- 
 ing Isobel and Avis.] 
 Is bigger game. [Lnside porch, watching. 
 
 Avis. [Folloiving Isobel.] Why dost thou turn from 
 me ? 
 Thou dost not love me as thou wast wont to do. 
 Thou shalt not give thyself unto the Church ; 
 Thou art not quite resolved ? 
 
 Lso. Indeed I am. 
 
 What else remains to me ? The day that thou 
 Dost give thyself unto thy Prince, that day 
 I give myself unto my God. 
 
 Devil. [ Watching, aside.] To God, dear maid ? 
 
 Avis. Then for this little while be all my own, 
 
22 THE TEMPTER act i 
 
 My very own, my sister sweetheart. Love me ! 
 
 [Coaxing, fondling Isobel.] 
 Love me, I say, love me with all thy heart ! 
 I will not be denied ! Love me ! Dost hear ? 
 Iso. [Coldly ^\ Thou hast another love. 
 Avis. I want thine too. 
 
 What is it that hath come between us, dear ? 
 Is it Carmayne ? If it were mine to say, 
 Carmayne should all be thine. 
 
 Iso. And thy Prince too ? 
 
 Avis. No, not my Prince, for from my cradle 
 upwards 
 He hath been promised to me. Is it my Prince 
 Thou grudgest me ? 
 
 Iso. I grudge thee nothing, cousin. 
 
 Avis. Then say with all thy heart, speak very 
 truth, 
 " Avis, I wish you joy." 
 
 Devil. [Aside.] 'Tis easily said ; 
 
 Come, tell a gracious lie. Kiss her and hate her. 
 
 [Isobel suddenly flings he?- arms round Avis. 
 Iso. I wish you joy ! Be happy, dearest Avis ! 
 Avis. Why, so I will be, now thou lovest me. 
 Iso. I love thee ? Yes ; what thing have I beside 
 In all the earth to love — or that loves me ? 
 
 Avis. Dear Isobel ! How can I comfort thee ? 
 
 [The Devil comes behind them to separate them. 
 Iso. [Disengaging herself from Avis's embrace.] 
 Nay, let me be ! Look ! Here's our stranger 
 friend ! [The Devil steps between them.] 
 
scene 2 THE TEMPTER *3 
 
 Well, good sir mystery ? 
 
 Devil Mystery? In me? 
 
 Iso. You join us suddenly, and all the day 
 Beguile us with your jest and song. And then 
 Suddenly you vanish, and suddenly 
 You come again. If I may be so bold, 
 Who are you ? What are you ? 
 
 Devil That's a sore point. 
 
 Frankly— I am a fallen gentleman. 
 I have known better days. I looked around 
 And saw the world was shamefully misgoverned, 
 Confused, disordered, and quite out of joint. 
 I had a plan to put things straight. Alas ! 
 'Twas quite misunderstood. I was defeated, 
 Lost my estate and character. Since then 
 The world's affairs have grown from bad to worse, 
 And what the end will be, Heaven only knows ! 
 Iso. Perhaps your character will be restored. 
 Devil I trust so. I have many influential 
 Friends at court. Meantime I'm cruelly slandered, 
 And evil gossip hath so smudged my name 
 That in good company I do not choose 
 To mention who I am. But whatsoe'er 
 Folks say, I'm not so black as I've been painted. 
 Iso. Poor gentleman ! 
 Devil [To Avis.] Will you not pity me ? 
 Avis. I do not understand your case. Come, cousin ! 
 
 [Trying to get Isobel away. 
 Iso. No. Stay. [To the Devil.] What is your 
 occupation now ? 
 
24 THE TEMPTER act 1 
 
 Devil. I journey to and fro about the world 
 
 [Pause i\ 
 
 Studying mankind. 
 
 Iso. What do you think of men ? 
 
 Devil. Ah ! Do not ask. Perhaps I'm prejudiced ! 
 Perhaps I've seen too much of them, know them 
 Too well. 
 
 Iso. [ Very coaxing?^ But give us your opinion, 
 pray. 
 
 Devil. If you will have it, man's an odd animal, 
 Much lower than the angels ; rather higher 
 Than the brutes ; false, envious, vicious, greedy, 
 Ignorant, vain, inconstant, superstitious, 
 Purposeless, impotent, ridiculous. 
 He knows not whence he comes nor where he goes ; 
 He bribes his fellow-apes to flatter him, 
 Sniffs up the incense of their mean applause, 
 And calls it glory. He sets up an image 
 Of his lank, pitiable, monkey self, 
 And calls it God. He brags and perishes ; 
 That's all his history ! 'Tis charitable 
 To think him mad ; for that's the only key 
 To his most strange career on this strange earth. 
 And why he tarries here, and why he labours, 
 And feeds and rests, and why he keeps on breeding, 
 Are mysteries to me. [Suddenly to Avis.] Your par- 
 don, lady, 
 This is too strong philosophy for maids. 
 I hear you're shortly to be wed. And girls 
 Who are to marry should know nought of life. 
 
SCENE 2 
 
 THE TEMPTER *5 
 
 Avis, You seem to see much evil in mankind. 
 Devil. They are a speckled lot. 
 
 j so But sure, Prince Leon 
 
 Avis. [Quickly.'] Cousin, I would not have Prince 
 Leon's name 
 Brought into company with such talk as this ! 
 
 Devil. Dear damosel, you're right. He is to be 
 Your lord and husband. So believe him perfect. 
 Avis. I know him for a pure and blameless knight. 
 [Avis turns away from him to go into the inn. 
 Devil. I never knew a knight that wasn't blameless 
 And pure. They're all alike, the very flower 
 Of chivalry. 
 
 Avis, {At inn door] Sir, you have read him truly. 
 Come, Isobel, 'tis near to vesper time. 
 
 [Exit into inn. It is growing dusk. Isobel is 
 following her into inn, stops. 
 Iso. No, I'll stay here and take the evening air. 
 What is it so disquiets me to-night ? 
 Breathes and o'erhovers, drives about my spirit 
 With unimaginable dreads and hopes, 
 And footfalls of some great event to come ? 
 Shadow me softly, angel of my future ! 
 
 [Her eyes rest upon the Devil; he is looking stead- 
 fastly at her ; she goes towards archway. 
 She turns and looks at the Devil, goes to- 
 wards him, turns, and goes off. A vesper hymn 
 is sung within during the following speech. 
 Devil. [Looking after her] How wooingly this 
 Isobel doth lend 
 
26 THE TEMPTER ACT I 
 
 Her soul unto its ruin. Oh, thou desire 
 
 Of every eye ! Beauty incomparable ! 
 
 How gloriously it will become thee, girl, 
 
 To sit in that fierce place, swaddled in coats 
 
 Of fire, while on the tendrils of thy heart, 
 
 Thy woman's heart, fattens th' undying worm, 
 
 And from thy honied lips thy honied tongue 
 
 Hangs in white scurf of thirst unquenchable. 
 
 At other times, when I am frolicsome, 
 
 To plunge with thee in hissing lava lakes, 
 
 Or burn through blist'ring hails ; to ache and pant 
 
 Under th' intolerable, thick oppression 
 
 Of stagnant air. Then to suddenly snatch thee 
 
 To awful heights, breathless, unbearable ; 
 
 To buckle thee all shuddering to my side, 
 
 And ride on singeing whirlwinds boisterous, 
 
 Intoxicate with bedlam mirth, midst loud 
 
 Ascending choruses reverberant, 
 
 Th' eternal music that lost spirits make, 
 
 Sweeter than dulcimers, more clamorous 
 
 Than cymbals, than the lyre more plaintive far, 
 
 Groans, howls, gnashings of teeth, desires, despairs, 
 
 Heart-hungers, curses fruitless, fruitless prayers, 
 
 Tears, shrieks, and wails unending. This is thy lot. 
 
 How wilt thou bear these sov'reign agonies, 
 
 Proud Lady Isobel ? 
 
 [ Withdraws into the shade of the porch. 
 
 Isobel re-enters ; Sir Gilbert is following her. 
 
 Sir Gil. [To Isobel.] Will you not walk with me ? 
 
scene 2 THE TEMPTER 27 
 
 Iso. I do not choose. 
 
 Sir Gil. But I would speak with you. 
 
 [Stopping her entrance to the inn. 
 Iso. I do not choose. 
 
 [He comes nearer to her.] 
 You weary me ! You weary me ! Have done ! 
 You are more tedious than life itself. 
 
 [Exit. Sir Gilbert stands nonplussed. The 
 Devil conies up behind him. 
 Devil. After her, man ! Look how she nods and 
 pouts. 
 
 [Sir Gilbert starts to go after her, stops. 
 Sir Gil. She seems in anger. 
 
 Devil. Yes, to draw you on. 
 
 All roguery and woman's trickery. 
 Trust me ! I know them ! Look ! After her, man. 
 
 [Sir Gilbert rushes off after Isobel.] 
 [JVatching very complacently^] There will be a tem- 
 pest, 
 
 Enter Drogo and Sarah from inn. Sarah has a quan- 
 tity of provisions and a large wifie-jar under her 
 cloak, 
 
 Drogo. [Very tenderly."] Full of plums, Sarah ? 
 And the stuffed brawn, Sarah ? 
 
 Sarah. 'Tis all here under my cloak, lovey Drogo ! 
 Devil. [Making a wry face.] Lovey Drogo ! 
 [Sarah chucking him under the chin. Drogo 
 kisses her.] 
 [Annoyed, impatient.] This middle-aged cossetting ! 
 
&8 THE TEMPTER act i 
 
 There's something horribly unnatural about it. 
 
 Drogo. And the venison pasty ? 
 
 Sarah. Yes, yes, lovey. Here it is ! 
 
 Drogo. My blessing ! What a rich treasure thou art 
 to me, Sarah ! 
 
 Devil. How now, Drogo? 
 
 Drogo. [Bowing.] Save you, good sir! 
 
 Devil. Amen. Where go you, Drogo? 
 
 Drogo. We go for a loving walk while the others of 
 our company sup. 
 
 Devil. {Pointing with his sword to Sarah's cloak.] 
 What's this, Sarah? 
 
 Sarah turns round, goes toward archway j the 
 Devil follows her, with his sword drawn. 
 
 Sarah. Oh, good sir — pray you, sir — 
 
 Devil. Uncloak! Let's see. {She drops the dishes?] 
 Is that your supper, Drogo? 
 
 Drogo. {Unmoved?] No, sir. 'Tis Sarah's. I have 
 vowed to eat nought but bread and water on this 
 pilgrimage. I do penance with my lord. 
 
 Devil. Good Drogo ! Follow thy lord's example. 
 You'll make a good end, Drogo. 
 
 Drogo. Sir, I shall strive. Come, Sarah, put away 
 the victuals from my sight, they may tempt me. 
 {Smells them.] Nay, I am strong enough to be 
 tempted. {Smelling the victuals. Exeunt Sarah and 
 
 Drogo. 
 
 Devil. { Watching them off.] That rogue has caught 
 hypocrisy from his master. It's very catching here in 
 England! There must be something in the climate 
 
SCENE 2 
 
 THE TEMPTER 2 9 
 
 of this favoured isle that suits with it! When I have 
 time I'll look me out a pair of very choice hypocrites, 
 and plant them here in England; they'll breed, they'll 
 breed, and in a few hundred years the country will 
 swarm with them! [Looking of.] Here come my 
 other turtle-doves. 
 
 Isobel enters, right, in a furious rage, followed by 
 Sir Gilbert sulky, resentful, baffled. 
 
 What is it now ? 
 
 /so. [With immense disdain.] This fellow, this thing 
 
 here 
 That creeps about me, hath so far forgot 
 The lineage that I bear, and who I am, 
 That he hath dared to put upon me treatment 
 Such as he'd offer in his cups to some 
 Base kitchen wench. Down on thy knees, thou 
 
 dastard ! 
 Down at my feet, I say, and ask my pardon ! 
 
 Sir Gil. Thy pardon! Booh on thy pardon! 
 Hearkee! 
 You're a proud vixen, and you must be tamed ! 
 ' Thy pardon ? Booh, and booh ! 
 
 [Makes her a mock bow, bursts into jeering 
 laughter, exit. She stands rigid with anger 
 for some moments, stamps her feet with 
 rage, then bursts into sobs. The Devil 
 approaches her very insinuatingly from be- 
 hind. 
 Devil [ Very softly and sweetly^] Lady, your pardon. 
 
30 THE TEMPTER act i 
 
 Iso. Don't look at me. I am ashamed to weep. 
 I'm utterly alone, forsaken, friendless ! 
 
 Devil. No; I'm your friend. How often latterly 
 I've watched you, and how vainly longed to help 
 you! 
 
 Iso. How good you are ! 
 
 Devil. Why do you bear these wrongs 
 
 And insults, when so easily you might 
 Put forth your hand and take your great revenge ? 
 
 Iso. Revenge ? 
 
 Devil. Upon this holy robber-uncle 
 
 That thieves your land ! Upon this meek-faced cousin 
 That thieves your husband. 
 
 Iso. [Startled, looks round.] Husband! 
 
 Devil. I said it. 
 
 Your cousin has not seen the Prince since childhood; 
 She nurses her calf-love. He's a grown man, 
 And has no taste for pap. 
 
 Iso. I am betrothed 
 
 Unto the Church. How durst thou tell me this ? 
 
 Devil. You are not wed. Why vow yourself away, 
 Your warm, live self, your beauty, wit, and grace, 
 To that bleak spouse, the Church ; to starving diet, 
 To clammy, crude discomfort, prayer and fast, 
 And chilly vigils with the bloodless saints, 
 The fire and joy of life damped out ! No, no ! 
 You shall not do it ! Hark ! I know the Prince. 
 
 Iso. [Listens fascinated] You know the Prince? 
 
 Devil. As well as my own brother, 
 
 Iso. What's he like ? 
 
scene 2 THE TEMPTER 3* 
 
 Devil. [Smiles.] He is — a man. 
 
 Jso. But what's he like? 
 
 Devil. [Smiling.] He is — a man. 
 
 Jso. Ay, but what kind of man? 
 
 Devil. [With great insinuation; she listens with 
 great attention, much fascinated^] He is the top 
 of bravery and grace. 
 All the French dames are lovelorn mad for him, 
 And green with jealousy for his passing look. 
 He's lithe as willow, strong as oak, as straight 
 As fir, supple as ash, as cherry sweet, 
 Graceful as vine. He's the ripe spring incarnate! 
 His veins flush fuller with live blood than June 
 With sap. His step is like the antelope's ; 
 His thrust a spear of lightning, but his kiss 
 Is spicery and west wind. Health and bright mirth 
 Play at his heels, his eyes laugh light, his lips 
 Speak honey. Such a man is he. 
 
 Jso. [Has listened with breathless admiration.} 
 Indeed ! 
 
 Devil. [Continuing?^ He is the bravest knight in 
 all the land, 
 And on his mother's side his blood is royal. 
 When the king dies, the factions that rend France 
 Will one day put the throne within his reach. 
 She whom he chooses will be Queen of France. 
 
 Jso. [Lifts herself proudly.'] The Queen of Francel 
 Thou dost not say so? 
 
 Devil. [Aside.] Humph! 
 
 They're credulous still! 
 
32 THE TEMPTER act i 
 
 Iso. [Suddenly puts her fingers in her ears.] No, 
 no ! I'll hear no more. 
 'Tis treachery ! 
 
 Devil. No. 'Tis but a just reward 
 
 To them who've stolen all your heritage. 
 Now seize your chance and pay them home again. 
 Listen. The Prince is here to-night. 
 
 Iso. He's here? 
 
 Devil. Hush! Not a word of it. He's here in 
 secret ! 
 
 Iso. Where? where? 
 
 Devil. Within the house, playing my squire. 
 
 Hush. [ Whispers to her.] This is he. 
 
 The Prince enters from inn door, richly dressed. 
 Isobel shows great admiration. 
 
 [Whispers to Prince.] The Lady Isobel. 
 
 [The Prince looks at Isobel, is ovenvhelmed 
 with her beauty, doffs his cap, and stands 
 gazing at her. The Devil creeps away up 
 the balcony and leaves them. 
 Prince. Lady, I am your true and faithful servant. 
 Devil. [In the shade on the balcony.] And mine ! 
 
 [ They stand entranced looking at each other. 
 
 Curtain. 
 [A fortnight passes.] 
 
ACT II 
 
 Scene. The Guest-house of Saint Wer burgs Abbey, 
 near Canterbury. 
 
 Night. The chief guest-table is raised and a rich 
 red damask canopy overhangs it. Supper is laid on 
 the tables. Before the curtain is raised the Pilgrims 
 are heard singing their vesper hymn without; the 
 curtain is raised. 
 
 Enter from abbey Father Urban, the Prior, a 
 kindly, gentle, old priest; he comes down stage and 
 opens outer door to Pilgrims, who enter, headed by 
 the Earl of Rougemont, Lady Avis, Lady 
 Isobel, and Sir Gilbert following. Sarah and 
 Drogo are amongst the Pilgrims. Lettice and 
 the Devil bring up the rear. The Devil is whis- 
 pering in Lettice's ear. The hymn ceases when 
 all have entered. One of the abbey attendants 
 speaks to Lettice, and takes her up the stairs at 
 back. Attendant comes down. 
 Father Urban. Benedicite, my children. Your 
 lodgings are prepared, and see, your supper waits for 
 
 £3 
 
34 THE TEMPTER act ii 
 
 you as soon as evensong is sung. The chapel is 
 yonder. [Pointing to chapel door. 
 
 [ The Pilgrims move through to chapel. 
 Earl of R. [7> Father Urban.] Is therewith you 
 some ghostly father of more than common piety and 
 zeal that can shrive me ? 
 
 Father U. We have here in the abbey one Father 
 Cyprian, who has lately come from Rome and Jerusa- 
 lem. He is reputed to have great skill with afflicted 
 souls. [Isobel is eagerly listening. 
 
 Earl of R. Bring me to him after evensong. 
 Father U. He hath kept his cell fasting these two 
 days, and hath commanded that none disturb him. 
 But I will ask him to give you an audience. 
 
 [Exit Earl of Rougemont into chapel. All 
 the other Pilgrims have gone in except 
 Isobel. 
 
 Iso. [To Father Urban.] My father [Urban 
 
 turns round as he is going into chapel.] Would this 
 same Father Cyprian give me an audience ? 
 
 [ The Devil is listening and watching. 
 Father U. Surely there is no great trouble upon 
 thy young soul. 
 
 Iso. [Hastily.] No ! no ! but I need counsel ! Oh, 
 I sorely need counsel ! 
 
 Father U. I'll bring Father Cyprian to thee by- 
 and-by. 
 
 [Exeunt Urban and Isobel into chapel. The 
 Prince enters at outer door j stands there 
 dejected, ashamed. The Devil is cosily 
 seated in large chair. 
 
act ii THE TEMPTER 35 
 
 Devil. [Just raises his head.] Where have you been 
 
 all day ? 
 Prince. Hiding for shame 
 
 And fear lest she should see me as I was. 
 Devil. She? Who? Your bride? The Lady 
 
 Avis ? 
 Prince. Avis ? 
 
 She's far too white aJlower for me to wear. 
 No ! Th' other one, my fate, my mate, my love, 
 My self ! The Lady Isobel ! Where is she ? 
 
 [T/ie Devil pointing over his shoulder with his 
 
 thumb. 
 
 • Devil. Praying, in there, for grace to say you " No." 
 
 \_The Prince going towards chapel-door. 
 
 Prince. Well may she pray, for I shall fiercely 
 
 tempt her. 
 Devil. That's what she fears — and hopes ; and 
 while she prays 
 For strength to say you " No," means all the time 
 To say you " Yes." I know this kind of cattle ! 
 Prince. [Comes fiercely dowti to Devil.] Hear me ! 
 
 I will not wrong her ! 
 Devil. [Looks at him, smiles.] No, I wouldn't. 
 Prince. [Passionately^] I love her! [The Devil 
 grunts.] 
 
 Truly, Heaven doth know ! 
 Devil. [Drily.] Indeed ! 
 
 Prince. I'm sick of all this treachery ! To-morrow 
 I'll declare myself — make known my name to all. 
 Devil. So you said yesterday. 
 Prince. But I will do it. 
 
36 THE TEMPTER act ii 
 
 Devil. To-morrow. Yes, 1 think I would — to- 
 morrow. 
 It always was my favourite day — to-morrow. 
 I'll join you and repent myself — to-morrow. 
 You shall begin. You'll cut a sorry figure. 
 How shall you tally all the lies you've told ? 
 What reason give for your unknightly manners 
 Towards your bride ? And will you marry her, 
 And bid adieu to Lady Isobel ? 
 How shall you cover up your drunken follies 
 Night after night ? 
 
 Pritice. 'Twas you that tempted me. 
 
 Devil. I tempted you ? 
 
 Prince. Last night you filled my cup. 
 
 Plied me till I was sodden, laughing, crying, 
 Hiccupping, shouting, like a crazy fool. 
 She did not see me so ? 
 
 Devil. What if she did ? \_Tke Prince flings himself 
 in chair .] 
 [Standing over him.] Get up, you ninny ! Come ! 
 
 Get up, you fool ! 
 What shall I do with you ? I give you up ! 
 
 Prince. [Moodily.] Ay, give me up. I know no 
 honest way, 
 Or to retreat or to go on ! 
 
 Devil. Retreat ? 
 
 Just as you've won? She's yours. You need but 
 
 ask, 
 And you shall have. 
 
 Prince. She loves me. I'll not wrong her : 
 
 I'll go no further ! 
 
ACT it 
 
 THE TEMPTER 37 
 
 Devil. [Pointing to the chapel?] She is there, just 
 there, 
 If you but show yourself, she will come out. 
 
 [The Prince goes up towards chapel, stops reso- 
 lutely, faces the Devil. 
 
 Prince. Ere I will go to her, I will be 
 
 Devil. [Politely^ That's 
 
 As you may please. [Pointing to chapel door.] 
 
 She's there ! Just there ! 
 [The Prince goes up to door. The Devil smiles 
 and exits at back. The Prince draws back 
 from the chapel-door. Isobel comes out to 
 him. 
 
 ho. ' Tis y° u •' 
 
 All day I've missed you ! 
 
 Prince. I'm not fit to be 
 
 In company so dear as yours. Farewell ! 
 Keep free of me ! I would not do you harm ! 
 Farewell ! [Rushing to outer door. Isobel looks at 
 
 him reproachfully, turns her head to hide her 
 
 tears ; after another struggle with himself he 
 
 rushes back to her.] 
 
 I cannot go ! Heaven bear me witness, 
 However this wild love of ours shall end, 
 What desperate straits and burning agonies, 
 Tortures, and lies, and crooked faithlessness, 
 Mad joys, and mad despairs, lie in its track, 
 I did desire to shun it, did desire 
 To spare thee ! [Looks at her ; then with fierce sudden 
 
 abandonment?^ 
 
38 THE TEMPTER act n 
 
 No ! I will not spare thee ! Hear me ! 
 
 [Dropping on his knees at her feet, kissing her 
 hand.] 
 If that this kiss I seal upon thy hand 
 Should bring to thee and me eternal woe, 
 I would not bate it ; I would take my fill. 
 Say such a spirit moves in thee. Tell me 
 Thou art my mate. 
 
 Iso. You know what harm or grief 
 
 Our love should bring to me, I'd bear it freely. 
 To suffer is the woman's lot, but, oh ! 
 May never the least pain or wrong or ill 
 Come to thee, dear, from this deep love of mine. 
 
 Prince. Nay, thee or me, 'tis all apiece ; what each 
 Doth bear or do or feel, it is the other's. 
 There's no division 'twixt thy soul and mine ; 
 In present or to come, we are but one. 
 Sweep from between us every obstacle ! 
 Pass to me now across all boundaries ! 
 Here ! Place thy hand in mine. Look full at me. 
 Say this : " Wherever thou shalt beckon me, 
 I'll come ! Whatever thou dost bid, I'll do ! 
 Whatever thou dost ask, I'll give, be it 
 My life, my soul ! Whate'er thou art, I'll be ! 
 [Where'er thy fate shall trend, my steps lie there, 
 To sunny isles and never-waning summer, 
 Deep bays of bliss or heights of unknown joy ; 
 Or over that dark verge precipitous 
 Where the' lost grope and rage, thy path is mine."] 
 
 [She shrinks back from him, half fascinated, 
 
 half frigh tened. ] 
 
ACT II 
 
 THE TEMPTER 39 
 
 Say it, oh, say it ! Compass me about ! 
 
 Speak th' immitigable strength of our vast love ' 
 
 Bolt up our future ! Seal it fast ! Outrun 
 
 All joys, all woes, all wisdom, all remorse ! 
 
 Snatch this one thing from heaven ! Sentence us 
 
 To our ne'er-changing doom, ne'er-changing love, 
 
 So that the hungry centuries may ne'er, 
 
 With all their bite and wrack, once tear thee from me. 
 
 Iso. Swear that thou wilt be constant. Bind thyself 
 To me as I now bind myself to thee. 
 Give me thy oath. 
 
 Prince. A thousand oaths, and one 
 
 Close kiss. 
 
 Iso. Then take me ! All I am or have, 
 
 Or e'er shall have, or be, is yours ! What's more 
 To say? All words are naught, and less than naught. 
 The nightingale ne'er sung it ! All is vain ! 
 The very top of love is ache and silence ! 
 
 \He holds her in his arms for some moments ; 
 I so bel sighs deeply. 
 
 Prince. What now ? 
 
 Jso. All is so strange ! When shall 
 
 we wake ? 
 Pri?ice. Not yet ! Not yet ! Dream on ! 
 
 [They stand entranced in one another s arms. 
 The Devil creeps in at back, and looks at 
 
 them. 
 Devil, Why, what a store 
 
 This precious human herd sets upon love, 
 As if there were some value in't ; as if 
 'Twere any rarer sweetmeat than the sugar 
 
4° THE TEMPTER act it 
 
 That candies over lust. 
 
 [The Prince looking at her with passionate 
 ecstasy. 
 Prince. Oh, I shall love thee 
 
 Through all eternity, until 
 
 Iso. Until ? 
 
 Devil. Until to-morrow morning. 
 
 [The Prince is bending over Isobel. Sir Gil- 
 bert enters from chapel, and sees them ; 
 shows jealousy and anger. 
 Sir G. [To Prince.] You fellow, move away! 
 
 Give place to me. 
 Prince. [ With great anger.] What ? 
 
 [The Devil quickly interposes. 
 
 Devil. Hush ! No words ! Remember we are 
 
 guests. 
 
 [To Sir G.] I bade him wait upon the lady. Hush ! 
 
 [Drawing him away from Isobel and Prince. 
 
 Sir G. But he is always dangling at her heels ! 
 
 [ The Devil quiets him, and gets him away. 
 Lettice appears, comes from Lady Iso- 
 bel's room, and comes and stands at top of 
 stairs. 
 Let. [To Isobel.] So please you, Lady Isobel, your 
 room 
 Is ready. 
 
 Iso. Wait me there, I'll come. [Lettice with- 
 
 draws into room.] 
 [To the Prince.] Good-night. 
 
 [Sir Gilbert is trying to watch them; the 
 
act ir THE TEMPTER 4* 
 
 Devil is busy getting in his way, and dis- 
 tracting him. 
 Prince. [Aside to her.] No, not good-night. 
 I so. [Going upstairs, looking at him fondly.] Good- 
 night. 
 Prince. [Looking up to her.] I will not say it. 
 
 [Going a step upstairs. Exit Isobel into 
 her room. Sir Gilbert sho7cs great 
 anger. 
 Devil. [Soothing him.] Hush ! take no heed of it ! 
 My eyes are open, 
 And I can spy a way through him to tame her, 
 And bring her to your will. 
 
 Sir G. Thou canst ? But when ? 
 
 Devil. [ Very mysteriously.] To-morrow. Meantime 
 shut your eyes. To-morrow ! 
 
 Sir G. But 
 
 Devil. Hush ! To-morrow, man ! 
 
 [Finger on lip. 
 Now get your supper. 
 [The Devil gets him seated at supper -table. 
 The Prince comes towards Sir Gilbert. 
 Devil. [Calls the Prince away.] Here, sir! [Beckons 
 him.] This beetlehead is watching you. 
 Draw you away and be not seen again. 
 There is a place outside where you may spy 
 Her window, looking from a little turret 
 At the south side. Go you and languish there. 
 Come back when all's asleep. I'll wait you here. 
 Meantime I'll pack him safe between the sheets. 
 
42 THE TEMPTER act 11 
 
 Prince. [Going off at outer door.] What way is this 
 I go? 
 
 [Exit at outer door. The Pilgrims have been 
 gradually coining from the chapel. The 
 Hospitaller and Cellarer, and other atteitd- 
 ants, come in and begin to serve the supper. 
 Lettice re-enters from Isobel's room, and 
 comes down to Attendant, who gives her a 
 tray. Sir Gilbert has risen, and is creep- 
 ing off after the Prince at outer door j the 
 Devil intercepts him. 
 Devil. How now, Sir Gilbert ? Where d'ye go ? 
 Sir G. To give 
 
 Your squire his chastisement. 
 
 Devil. [Turning him right about face. ,] Go you to 
 bed, 
 And sleep as soundly as a top until 
 The morning. Leave the rest to me. 
 
 Sir G. [P rote sting ?[ But why 
 
 Devil. No whys or wherefores. Bed's your portion. 
 Come ! [ Walking up to dormitory door. 
 
 Sir G. But 
 
 Devil. Hush ! To-morrow, man ! To-morrow ! 
 Hush! 
 
 [Gets him off. The Pilgrims are now at supper. 
 Drogo is at end of the side-table. Sarah 
 is opposite to him. Drogo is eating a slice 
 of dry bread and drinking cold water with 
 very great discontent, looking round at the 
 other Pilgrims, who are eating heartily of 
 
act n THE TEMPTER 43 
 
 meat and rich viands. Lettice is going up 
 to Isobel's room with tray. The Devil 
 meets her. 
 
 Devil. About this William Gamel 
 
 Let. [Startled.] Yes, sir. 
 
 Devil. We'll talk it over — come to me here when 
 your mistress is asleep. 
 
 Let. Yes, sir. 
 
 Devil. To make all safe, pocket the key of her 
 room, and bring it with you, d'ye hear ? 
 
 Let. Yes, sir. [Exit with tray into Isobel's room. 
 
 Enter from chapel the Earl of Rougemont and 
 Father Urban. 
 
 Father U. Please you to sit at supper, my Lord of 
 Rougemont ? 
 
 Earl of R. I need none. I eat not one morsel more 
 
 than suffices to keep this vile body alive. It is my 
 
 soul that is hungry. Bring me to the Father Cyprian. 
 
 Father U. I'll inquire of him if he will see you. 
 
 Pray you to come this way. 
 
 [Goes up to door. As the Earl of Rougemont 
 is following him, the Devil comes in his way 
 and bows 7>ery obsequiously. 
 Earl of R. You, sir, I've not observed you in 
 church ? 
 
 Devil. Yet I am often there. 
 Earl of R. Indeed ! 
 
 [Exit the Earl of Rougemont, Father 
 Urban following him. 
 
44 THE TEMPTER act ii 
 
 Devil. [To Father Urban.] That's a good man ! 
 Father U. He has good intentions. 
 Devil. Excellent. [Exit Father Urban after 
 Earl of Rougemont.] I'm always meeting folks 
 with good intentions. Strange that anybody should 
 be damned in a world where everybody has such good 
 intentions ! But the government of this planet is my 
 perpetual riddle ! 
 
 [Drogo has been sitting at end of lower guest- 
 table, munching a crust of dry bread, looking 
 very sourly round at all the Pilgrims. A 
 meek little Pilgrim is. sitting opposite to hi/u, 
 eating very contentedly. Drogo scowls at 
 him. Sarah is sitting a little way up the 
 table eating heartily. 
 Drogo. My curse on all pilgrimages and penances ! 
 Sarah. I thought a full-bodied man like you, Drogo, 
 would never do penance ? 
 
 Drogo. Full-bodied ! Full-bodied ! Full-bodied ! 
 Sarah. Never mind, lovey ; we shall soon be at 
 Canterbury now. 
 
 Drogo. We should have been there ten days ago, 
 but all's gone wrong since that plaguy stranger joined 
 us. 
 
 [The Devil is just behind Drogo, whispers into 
 his ear. 
 Devil. Look at that munching wife of yours ! How 
 she stuffs and gobbles while her poor husband is 
 starving ! 
 
 [Saunters round to Sarah. Drogo scowls at 
 
ACT II 
 
 THE TEMPTER 45 
 
 Sarah, then scowls at the meek little Pil- 
 grim. 
 Drogo. [Leaning over the table, savagely to the 
 Pilgrim.] A plague on all guzzling, swilling 
 knaves ! 
 
 The Pit. [In a weak treble voice. ~\ I hope I am no 
 guzzling, swilling knave. When my appetites grow 
 unruly I strive earnestly to curb them and rein them 
 
 in. 
 
 Devil. [Has got round to Sarah, whispers in her 
 ear.] Look at that greedy old gander, your husband ! 
 He grudges you every drop and morsel. 
 
 [Saunters back to Drogo. Sarah looks at 
 Drogo ; Drogo scowls at her. 
 
 Sarah. What's the matter, Drogo ? 
 
 Drogo. You're a very foul eater, Sarah ! 
 
 Sarah. Turn your head another way, you greedy 
 old gander. [Eats coarsely. 
 
 Devil. [Behind Drogo, ivhispers.'] How could you 
 have married a woman like that, a superior man like 
 you ? [Saunters back to Sarah. Drogo scowls. 
 
 Drogo. I hope there's poison in that stew ! What 
 a waste of good victuals ! 
 
 Sarah. Hold your tongue, you old winebibber ! 
 I'm ashamed of you ! 
 
 Devil. [Whispering to Sarah.] How could you 
 have lowered yourself to marry a man like that, a 
 superior woman like you ? [Saunters away. 
 
 Drogo. I'll talk to you by-and-by, Sarah ! I'll con- 
 fabulate with you ! 
 
46 THE TEMPTER act ii 
 
 Sarah. I'll poultice you, Drogo ! I'll posset you ! 
 I'll comfort you ! 
 
 [ They have risen, mocking each other ana quar- 
 relling. By this time the Pilgrims have 
 risen from the tables, which are cleared by 
 the Attendant Fathers ; some bottles of 
 wine are, however, left. The Pilgrims 
 gather in groups; the Devil is amongst 
 them. The Pilgrims are chattering together. 
 The Til. I only know the anthem that I sung 
 Last night. 
 
 Devil. [Discontentedly.'] Hum ! Anthems ! 
 2nd PH. Sing us that again. 
 
 [ The Pilgrim raises his voice and begins to sing 
 an anthem feebly. The Devil fidgets and 
 has a fit of coughing. The Pilgrim gets out 
 of tune and breaks down. 
 The Til. [Embarrassed.] It does not seem so tune- 
 ful as 'tis wont. 
 Sometimes I sing it — you should hear me then ! 
 I sing it sweetly, everybody weeps, 
 And says, " Sing it again ! Sing it again ! " 
 
 Devil. [Tushes in amongst them.] Good folks, I 
 heard a song some time ago. 
 
 I wonder if I could recall the tune 
 
 [Humming an air; they all crowd round him, 
 clamouring. 
 All. Oh, try ! Please, try ! Fair sir, you can but try! 
 Devil. [Clears his voice several limes.] I'll do my 
 best, but you must help me through. 
 
ACT II 
 
 THE TEMPTER 47 
 
 And if you find I'm breaking down, join in, 
 And bawl your loudest. It's a merry tune ; 
 You'll catch it like the plague. Make ready all. 
 \The Devil sings.] 
 
 The Castaways. 
 A song of lost souls on their way to destruction. 
 
 Pitapat ! Pitapat ! What legions tramp here ? 
 Ho ! Hullabaloo ! Ho ! Hullabaloo » 
 The rackety crew ! The noisy mad crew ! 
 
 Sing ! Hullabaloo ! 
 Jog-a-jog ! Trot-a-trot ! What stranger rides there ? 
 Yell ! Hullabaloo ! 
 
 The white, white horse ! 
 The pale, pale stranger ! 
 How they rush ! 
 How they crush ! 
 " Good sir, there is danger ! " 
 " No ! no ! " " Yes ! yes ! " " Come hither ! " " Come 
 whither ? " 
 
 " Hark, hollo ! Come follow ! 
 Come follow ! Come follow ! Come follow ! " 
 'Tis a noisy mad crew, 
 A rackety crew, 
 A rickety crew, 
 With their limbs all askew, 
 Their eyes squint untrue, 
 Turk, Christian, and Jew, 
 Their brows sweat the dew 
 And their cheeks wear the hue 
 
4$ THE TEMPTER 
 
 ACT II 
 
 Of the lost ! Of the lost ! Of the lost ! 
 
 Hark, hollo ! Come follow ! Hark, hollo ! Come 
 
 follow ! 
 Rubadub ! Rubadub ! Come tipple and swill ! 
 
 Ho ! Hullabaloo ! Ho ! Hullabaloo ! 
 Come dance down the hill ! Come roll down the hill ! 
 
 Sing! Hullabaloo! Yell! Hullabaloo! 
 
 The mad, mad crowd ! 
 The red, red stranger ! 
 What a rout ! 
 How they shout ! 
 
 They laugh at their danger ! 
 
 They laugh at their danger ! 
 " Ha ! Ha ! Ha ! Ha ! " " Come hither ! " " Yes, 
 
 whither ? " 
 
 Hark, hollo ! Come follow ! 
 We follow ! We follow ! We follow ! We follow ! 
 
 We follow ! 
 
 [All the Pilgrims join in the chorus riotously. 
 At the height of the uproar the solemn tones 
 of the " Miserere " are heard in the chapel. 
 They all listen awestruck. The Devil 
 shows anger, which grows more furious, 
 and at last he bursts out to them.] 
 
 Oh, you rackety crew ! 
 
 You rickety crew J 
 
 You crippledy crew ! 
 
 All your limbs are askew, 
 
 And your eyes squint untrue, 
 
act it THE TEMPTER 49 
 
 Turk, Christian, and Jew, 
 You're the sport and the spew ' 
 
 Of old Jove in the blue ; 
 
 Your brows sweat the dew 
 
 And your cheeks wear the hue 
 Of the lost ! Of the lost ! Of the lost ! 
 
 You were gotten in sin, 
 
 And suckled therein ; 
 
 Tis the breath of your kin ; 
 
 'Tis the blood of your kin ; 
 
 No release shall you win, 
 
 Nor find peace within, 
 
 For your thoughts are all sin, 
 
 And your deeds are all sin, 
 
 So grin me the grin 
 Of the lost ! Of the lost ! Of the lost ! 
 
 For strive as you will, 
 
 You are castaways still, 
 You are lost ! You are lost ! You are lost ! 
 
 Your souls are naught worth 
 
 But to cumber the earth 
 With the lost ! With the lost ! With the lost ! 
 
 You were damned at your birth, 
 
 So make mad with the mirth 
 Of the lost ! Of the lost ! Of the lost ! 
 
 Come follow ! Hark, hollo ! 
 We follow ! We follow ! We follow ! We follow ! 
 
 [ They all join gradually in the chorus, and at the 
 
 1 Revelation, chap, iii., verse 16, 
 
50 THE TEMPTER act n 
 
 end the whole scene is one of wild disorder 
 and confusion. The Pilgrims continue sing- 
 ing the chorus, clinking their glasses, shout- 
 ing ; some of them begin to dance. The 
 Devil slinks behind the canopy. In the 
 midst of the wildest uproar Father Urban 
 enters ; at first the rioters do not see him, but 
 as they gradually catch sight of him, the 
 noise subsides and ceases. 
 Father U. Peace ! Peace, I say ! What riotous 
 scene is this ? 
 
 Keep peace ! What ails ye all ? Are ye possessed ? 
 [ The noise gradually g rotas less.] 
 
 Silence, I say ! What spirit of lewd noise 
 
 Hath broken loose ? Who led this sinful mirth ? 
 [They all look round for the Devil.] 
 
 Are ye not shamed, to enter here, our guests, 
 
 And thus defile our hospitality 
 
 With foul unholy jests and evil songs ? 
 
 How durst ye thus profane this sanctuary ? 
 
 Who set afoot this riot ? 
 
 [The Devil comes out very sedately from behind 
 the canopy. 
 Devil. Holy father, 
 
 I grieve to say that I'm the innocent cause 
 
 Of all this pother ! They asked me for a song. 
 
 I gave them a sweet, simple lullaby, 
 
 A gentle trill, that suited with my mood, 
 
 But when they grew to insolent revelling 
 
 And wild licentiousness I stepped aside. 
 
ACT II 
 
 T^E TEMPTER 5 1 
 
 I had my character to keep. 
 [To the Pilgrims reprovingly '.] You sang 
 That song too loudly. There is moderation 
 In everything. [Drawing the meek little Pilgrim aside, 
 confiding to him.] 
 
 Especially in sin ; 
 He that sins moderately sins twice as long, 
 And twice as much, and twice as pleasantly. 
 
 [The little Pilgrim laughs a feeble, wicked little 
 laugh. 
 Father U. To bed, then, all of you, and find repose. 
 To bed without more stir, and take good heed 
 I hear no further riot or disorder. 
 
 Devil. I'll keep an eye on them all through the night ; 
 But they're a stubborn crew, and if you hear 
 Ungodly practices and revellings 
 I hope you'll hold me innocent. 
 
 [ The Pilgrims are all trooping out. 
 Father U. Take heed 
 
 You keep a guard upon yourself. 
 
 Devil. I'll try, 
 
 Good father ; but it suits me best to keep 
 A guard on other folks. [Exit after the Pilgrims. 
 
 Enter Avis from chapel, deeply absorbed in letters which 
 
 she is reading. 
 Father U. Still sorrowful, 
 
 My daughter ? 
 
 Isobel enters from her room, comes downstairs. 
 Avis. [Reading letters.] Very sorrowful. 
 
52 THE TEMPTER act ji 
 
 Iso. [Seeing Avis reading, shows some alar'm.] What 
 
 tidings 
 Have been brought thee ? Whose letters hast thou 
 
 there ? 
 Avis. Whose could they be but his ? 
 
 The Prince enters from the outer door. All through 
 the folloiuing scene he and I sob el listen, and show 
 a growing remorse, which at the end becomes un- 
 bearable. 
 
 His last dear words, 
 Writ by his own dear hand ! [Kissing the letters pas- 
 sionately.] 
 
 Was ever knight 
 So gracious, true, and brave? [Going to Isobel, 
 clasping her.] 
 
 Pray, Isobel ! 
 Pray that he may be yet alive ! 
 
 [Isobel shows great remorse, just glances at 
 Prince, then desperately cries out. 
 Iso. God keep 
 
 Prince Leon of Auvergne where'er he be ! 
 
 [Disengages herself from Avis ; Avis goes to 
 Father Urban.] 
 [Aside.] God keep me too ! What do I say ? My 
 
 heart 
 Gives the swift lie to my tongue. These useless 
 
 prayers ! 
 All's mockery ! What is to come will come ! 
 Father U. [To Avis.] Daughter, be comforted. 
 
act ii THE TEMPTER 53 
 
 Avis. [Shakes her head, puts him aside.] All the 
 day long 
 
 I whisper false hopes to myself, and say, 
 
 II He may be yet alive. [Isobel and the Prince 
 
 listen, and show groiving disquiet] 
 
 He may have haply 
 Breasted the waves and found some restful shore, 
 Some passing ship has plucked him from the deep, 
 And he'll return, all glad and hurrying, 
 To lift me out this pit of grief, and make me 
 His radiant fast-wed bride." 
 
 Father U. So it may be, 
 
 And any day may bring these blessed tidings. 
 
 Avis. No, no ! For every day brings other news, 
 The bodies of his followers cast ashore, 
 Spars of his vessel, ribbons of his banners. 
 No, no ! My Prince is dead, and I'm a widow 
 Ere I have been a wife. 
 
 Father U. Be not so sure, 
 
 Still hope and pray. Go, get thee to thy rest. 
 
 Avis. I cannot rest. When night-time comes, I 
 toss, 
 And toss, and toss ; the wind bemoans and wails, 
 The casement shakes, the minutes crawl, a bell 
 Dongs out and a dog barks, the long waste night 
 Ekes out its agony ! I pray for sleep. 
 At last I fall into a troubled doze, 
 And I am struggling fiercely with the waves, 
 Lab'ring to drag my Prince ashore, until, 
 Battling and baffled, wearied, overwhelmed, 
 
54 THE TEMPTER act ii 
 
 I madly throw him overboard ; his face 
 Pale and beseeching floats upon the sea, 
 A dead face on the sea ; no hands, no body, 
 No head, no substance, only a dead white face 
 Staring and staring, moving o'er the deep, 
 Mounting each wave, like a dead moon, that face ! 
 Nothing but that dead face on the wide sea. 
 I fight, hang over the ship's side, and try 
 To reach it, call, pray, shriek, and tumble over, 
 Sink, drown, fight, fight, and wake. And the wind 
 howls. 
 Prince. [Maddened with remorse, aside.] Oh, I am 
 false ! A recreant ! A villain ! 
 A traitor to this pure white soul that loves me ! 
 Where can I hide myself ? [Seeing chapel-door open.] 
 
 God pardon me ! 
 [Rushes into the chapel. I sob el has listened all 
 through with growing remorse. 
 /so. [Aside.] And I have robbed her of her Prince ! 
 [Father Urban speaks to Avis, who has burst 
 into tears, and is sobbing at his hnees. 
 Father U. Daughter, 
 
 This is not well. Thy mind is much distempered ; 
 Come, rise, and be more calm. This is but weakness. 
 Avis. Does he yet live ? If I but knew ! My father, 
 Tell me, where is Prince Leon ? 
 
 Father U. In His hands 
 
 Who holds the ocean as a water-drop, 
 And bridles all its tempests with His nod ; 
 Against whose strength the sea's strength is a gnat's, 
 
act ii THE TEMPTER 55 
 
 And less than whisp'ring all its noise and fury ; 
 Who holds a count of every living thing ; 
 No tiniest moth escapes His tenderness, 
 Nor does one little nameless creature-speck 
 In the wide stretch of sea, or land, or air, 
 Creep out from infinite sleep to taste of life, 
 And flicker for a moment in the sun. 
 And guess the compass of an infinite love, 
 And then return to infinite sleep again, 
 Without His sure decree. Thy Prince is in 
 His keeping. There, rest thou content to leave him, 
 Avis. Father, I will. I am much comforted. 
 
 [Father Urban blesses her. Exit Avis. Iso 
 bel comes itnpetuously to Father Urban. 
 Father U. You also, daughter ? 
 Iso. I am sore distressed ! 
 
 Did you not say there is within your walls 
 A holy man from Carmel, who is skilled 
 With soul-sick folk ? [Father Urban looks at her 
 anxiously and inquiringly^ 
 
 I pray you do not question ; 
 Send him to me. Pray you, my father, pray you ! 
 
 [Father Urban looks at her with grave tender- 
 ness. 
 Father U. He keeps his cell. I'll send him if he'll 
 come. 
 
 [Father Urban goes out, taking lamp. All 
 the candles have gone out, and the hall is dark, 
 except for the flickering firelight. 
 Iso. [Alone.'] I will not do it ! I'll repent and turn. 
 
$6 THE TEMPTER act ii 
 
 [Oh, every signpost that man's hand has raised 
 
 To show his wayward kin the road to peace 
 
 Urges me backward ; all the voices cry, 
 
 " Turn, turn, and find the King's highway again." 
 
 And this Dictator here admonishes, 
 
 " That road you tread goes down to shame and death. 
 
 Turn ! turn ! Seek her whose ways are pleasantness, 
 
 And all her paths are peace."] Oh, I were mad, 
 
 To dally for a moment ! I'll go back ! 
 
 My woman's honour, whatsoe'er I cherish 
 
 Of blameless past, and my soul's house kept pure, 
 
 All that I hope of fair white days to come, 
 
 All that I dread in that black unknown gulf 
 
 That's fixed between my peace and my desires, 
 
 Shouts out and warns, and will not be cried down, 
 
 " Turn, turn ! the finger pauses on the dial ; 
 
 Thy doom hath not yet struck ; 'tis life to turn, 
 
 And death to hold thy course. Choose, choose, and 
 
 turn ! " 
 I'll hearken ! I'll have done with lies ! Avis ! 
 Thy Prince doth live, and I'll restore him to thee. 
 
 [Running up to door.] 
 Avis, thy Prince doth live ! 
 
 [She meets the Devil, who enters as a wliite 
 friar, in robes of stainless zvhite, cowled. 
 Isobel looks at him ; a long pause. The 
 Devil keeps his cowl on. 
 
 Devil. You sent for me. 
 
 /so. Who art thou ? Father Cyprian ? 
 
 Devil. The same. 
 
act ii THE TEMPTER 57 
 
 Iso. [Kneeling to him.] My father, help me, counsel 
 me. I am 
 Most sorely troubled and perplexed. 
 
 Devil. With love. 
 
 Iso. [Surprised.] Thou know'st ? 
 
 Devil. Vast knowledge is vouchsafed to me. 
 
 Go on. 
 
 Iso. [After a pause.] I know not how to tell my 
 tale. 
 
 Devil. Thou hast no need. I know it well, al- 
 ready. 
 
 Iso. [Surprised, alarmed.] What dost thou know ? 
 
 Devil. All that enfolded lies 
 
 Within the secretest crannies of thy soul, 
 More than thou durst when thou art most alone 
 Whisper to thy own heart. So much I know. 
 
 Iso. Thou know'st 
 
 Devil. Thy thought this moment. Even so. 
 
 Thou art disquieted because thy love 
 Seems to make war upon thy faith and duty. 
 
 Iso. Seems ? 
 
 Devil. Ay, only seems. Love comes from 
 
 Heav'n. Therefore 
 It must be good. And whatsoever wars 
 Against thy love must needs be evil. Therefore, 
 Thy love is thy first duty, and thy duty 
 Must bend to serve thy love. 
 
 Iso. [Much pleased?^ Oh, if it were so ! 
 
 Devil. Nay, but it is. 
 
 Iso. Then I may go on loving ? 
 
58 THE TEMPTER 
 
 ACT II 
 
 Devil. Thou must. Thou canst not choose. Let 
 thy heart hearken 
 How sweet thy life hath been since love hath come, 
 How full of savour and delight and purpose. 
 Can that which quickens all the sad dead earth, 
 Which tunes the blackbird's song and gilds his beak, 
 Which brings the dear fulfilment of its being 
 To every living thing, can this be evil ? 
 No, be thou sure it is heaven-sent, heaven-blest. 
 
 Iso. These are sweet words. 
 
 Devil. Cling therefore to thy love. 
 
 It comes but once in all thy long life's journey, 
 But once, no more. It is thy chiefest good. 
 Miss it, there's nothing left beneath the sun, 
 All else is dross and shadow, dust and ashes. 
 
 Iso. Oh, I'll not miss it. Thou hast given me 
 Great comfort. My own heart led me that way. 
 
 Devil. [Aside.] These women ! How they listen to 
 their hearts ! 
 [Aloud, going.] Is there aught else that thou wouldst 
 know of me? 
 
 Iso. [With great hesitation.] Couldst thou — since 
 thou hast knowledge so profound — 
 Show me a little way into the future ? 
 
 Devil. If it will minister to thy soul's good 
 I could lift up a corner of the veil. 
 
 Iso. Tell me — read now my thoughts — shall this 
 befall 
 That I desire ? 
 
 Devil. Darkly I seem to see 
 
act ii THE TEMPTER 59 
 
 Some great imperial fate and wide renown 
 Moving across thy sphere. 
 
 Iso. [Elated.'] Ah ! Is it so ! 
 
 Devil. What 'tis, I know not. 
 
 Iso. [Impetuously^] Tell me, shall I reach it ? 
 
 Devil. There is a way — why, sure I do not err, 
 Some way that thou must pass to-night. 
 
 Iso. [Breathlessly.] To-night ? 
 
 Devil. Know'st thou of such a way that by good 
 hap 
 Would lead thee where thou fain wouldst be ? 
 
 Iso. I do. 
 
 Devil. Then take it quickly. 
 
 Iso. If 'twere through sin ! 
 
 Devil. Sin ? 
 
 Iso. [Nods.] What then ? 
 
 Devil. Then thou must reckon up the cost, 
 
 And strike the balance. Do a little wrong 
 If some great good may follow. [Nay, that sin, 
 Which should be deadly by itself, is harmless, 
 When a rich crop of blessings springs from it.] 
 Say that this sin should give thee honour, rank, 
 Power, opportunity to do much good, 
 And riches to endow the Holy Church — 
 How easily were such a sin atoned ! 
 How readily the Church would pardon it ! • 
 
 Iso. But this sin — dost thou know it ? 
 
 Devil. To the pure, 
 
 All things are pure. Besides, 'twould ne'er be known. 
 
 Iso. What dost thou say ? 
 
60 THE TEMPTER act it 
 
 Devil. That's scarce a sin at all 
 
 That never comes to light. The worst of sin 
 Is that it sets a bad example. When 
 It's strictly covered up and nothing known, 
 There's not much harm in it. [Isobel looks up 
 surprised.] 
 
 Not so much harm ; 
 Of course, 'tis wicked. Still not very wicked. 
 There are degrees. Trust me, dear maid, in this. 
 I would not lead you wrong. And when some day, 
 [Putting his hand affectionately above her head.] 
 This head lifts itself high above all heads 
 
 And wears a diadem [Isobel shows great pride.] 
 
 You'll thank me then 
 For this good counsel that I gave to-night. 
 
 I so. [Swelling with pride .] My father ? 
 
 Devil. Well ? 
 
 Iso. I'll ask thee one thing more. 
 
 Oh, 'tis the corner-stone of all the rest ! 
 If this is not, all else is barrenness. 
 Will he keep faith with me until the end ? 
 
 Devil. Until the very end, till thy last breath, 
 What time and wheresoe'er thou draw it, this 
 
 man 
 Shall cleave to thee. 
 
 Iso. Then all my days are locked 
 
 In a jewell'd future with a golden key, 
 And every moment of my glad to-come 
 Blazes in ropes of pearls and diamonds, 
 On my triumphant way. Thank thee, my father, 
 
ACT II 
 
 THE TEMPTER 61 
 
 Thank thee, and thank thee yet again ! My heart's 
 Too full. Good-night ! 
 
 \_Exit with great pride and animation. The cowl 
 drops from the Devil. He stands watching 
 her. 
 Devil. [Looking down at his dress.] [Here is a useful 
 dress. 
 Of all the shapes I take I like this best, 
 For I can mouth and twist the Holy Writ, 
 As well as any father of the Church. 
 How is it such a stock of righteous maxims 
 Slip from my tongue, melt on my lips like oil, 
 To grease the slides of sin ? Here comes the Prior 
 To lock me safely in.] 
 
 [Coils himself in a large armchair whose back is 
 towards audience. 
 
 Enter Father Urban with keys and lamp, followed 
 by the Cellarer. 
 
 Father U. [Looking round.] She's gone to rest. 
 Poor child, she seemed in great perplexity. 
 I hope that she is comforted. [Locking the outer doors. 
 The Cellarer. [At guest-table, taking up bottles, yawn- 
 ing^ Our guests 
 Were riotous, but see, [Holding up the bottle.] 
 
 They spared our best. 
 Father U. Leave all till morning. 'Twill be safe till 
 then. [Exeunt Father Urban and Cellarer. 
 [The Devil appears as they go out j now he is 
 in the soldier s dress. 
 
62 THE TEMPTER act ii 
 
 Devil. It's time my other dickybird was here. 
 I hope she won't be long. My time is precious. 
 I wish my clients wouldn't waste it so, 
 They are so inconsid'rate. And at night, 
 When I'm so busy. Here she comes. 
 
 Lettice enters very frightened from Isobel's room. 
 
 Let. Oh, sir, I've come ! 
 
 Devil. Good wench ! 
 
 Let. My mistress is fast asleep. 
 
 Devil. Good wench ! 
 
 Let. And here's the key of her room. 
 
 {Producing key. 
 
 Devil. Good wench ! 
 
 Let. She's safe locked in. 
 
 Devil. Good wench ! \P lacing the key on table.] 
 Now concerning this same William Gamel 
 
 Let. [Bursts out weeping.] Oh, sir, it's more than 
 three months since he left me. 
 
 Devil. \_Sympathisingly.] Ah ! 
 
 Let. And he promised to come back in a week. 
 
 Devil. \_Sympat hi singly.] Ah ! 
 
 Let. And I've not heard one word of him since. 
 
 Devil. I never met a sadder case. 
 
 Let. And such a sweet-spoken young man, too. 
 
 Devil. Ah ! These sweet-spoken young men. How 
 is it they never keep their promises ? Dear ! dear ! 
 dear ! Well ! well ! well ! Oh, these sweet-spoken 
 young men ! Well, we must try and charm the rascal 
 back. You remember the oak-tree I showed you as 
 we came by ? 
 
act ii THE TEMPTER 63 
 
 Let. Yes, sir. 
 
 Devil. Go there ; walk twelve times round it, say- 
 ing the charm I taught you. Can you say the charm ? 
 Let. [Facing to the four quarters of the compass and 
 then going round the Devil.] 
 
 " East, west, north, south, wherever you may be, 
 Turn back, false heart, turn and come to me, 
 Turn and come again." 
 Devil. Good wench ! And whistle ! Don't forget 
 to whistle. 
 When false young men leave trusting maids, whistling's 
 The only lure to call them back. Now go. [Gets her 
 
 off at outer door. Alone, watching her.] 
 It's shameful ! On my soul, if I possessed one, 
 Women are badly used. [It's a hard fate 
 To be a woman. They are all born fools, 
 Weak, trusting, doting fools ! That they should listen 
 To me is natural, and I'll forgive them, 
 For I've some tempting baits. But that they listen 
 To man, mere man, the greasy animal, 
 Is folly past belief! And yet they do.] [Listening at 
 
 door.] 
 Ah! Are you coming? 
 
 The Prince enters from chapel, quiet, self-contained. 
 
 So you've been at prayers? 
 Prince. Good-night. 
 
 [ Cold, curt, conte?nptuous. Goes up to door at back. 
 Devil. What ! Off to roost so soon ? Good-night. 
 [Watching him up; the Prince is about to 
 make exit.] 
 
64 THE TEMPTER act ii 
 
 Guess who has been with me just now? 
 
 Prince. [Arrested.] Well? Who? 
 
 Devil. Did you not hear her talking to me? 
 Prince. [ Comes down . ] Whom? 
 
 Not Isobel? 
 
 Devil. No. [The Prince turns back.~\ 
 
 She's [coughs] asleep. Her maid. 
 [The Prince again turns, comes down to the 
 Devil. 
 Prince. [After a struggle again turning away.] Well^ 
 
 what of that? What's that to me ? 
 Devil. [Goes to outer door.] Why, nothing. 
 
 The maid's out here. [Locks the door, comes to table.] 
 
 The mistress is alone. [The 
 Prince again comes down to Devil, looks at 
 him. The Devil, taking no heed of Prince, 
 carelessly pours out the wine, drinks, watched by 
 the Prince.] 
 [Offering cup.] Taste that. I know their vintage 
 here. 
 Prince. [Again turns aivay.] Not I. 
 
 Good-night. [Going off. 
 
 Devil. Good-night. Did you find out her window? 
 Prince. [Coming back, fiercely.] And if I did, 'twas 
 but to swear and swear, 
 By all the knighthood in me, I'd ne'er wrong her. 
 Devil. [Looks at him.] Indeed! [Drinks.] Taste that. 
 
 [Offering cup. 
 Prince. [Pushing it aside.] Hear me ! I've taken 
 counsel 
 
act ii THE TEMPTER 65 
 
 With my heart. I'm fixed. Oh, I despise myself, 
 That ever I did listen to thee. Good-night. [Going, 
 Devil. [Aside.] Now we have got a virtuous fit. 
 
 [Goes to him.] 
 
 I'm glad 
 You are resolved to be so virtuous. 
 I like you for it. Just as you had won her! 
 You're right. Put her aside. Sit down and drink. 
 
 [Sits down, takes up the key and plays with it. 
 Prince. Why dost thou goad me so? What key is 
 
 that? 
 Devil. [Carelessly.] What's that to do with you? 
 Prince. What key is that ? 
 
 Devil. Her maid left it with me to keep. She 
 
 locked 
 Her mistress in her room while she went out. [Flings 
 
 key 071 the table. The Prince looks at it, is 
 
 about to take it. The Devil seizes it again. 
 
 The Prince tries to get it.] 
 [Keeping key.] Sit down, you fool! Be virtuous! 
 
 Sit down, 
 And drink with me, and talk philosophy. [The Devil 
 
 flings the key again on table. The Prince sits 
 
 down in ill-will, eyeing the key.] 
 Taste that ! These holy fathers know good wine. 
 
 [Offering cup. The Prince takes it, drinks 
 
 deeply.] 
 Now let us talk philosophy. Heigho ! [ Yawns.] 
 I hope that silly maid will soon be back. 
 I promised her I'd wait, and let her in. 
 
66 THE TEMPTER 
 
 ACT II 
 
 I'm tired. Come, help yourself to wine. Don't 
 spare. [The Prince pours out, drinks deeply?^ 
 
 What were we talking? Oh, philosophy ! [Yawning, 
 beginning to talk disjointedly as if falling asleep, 
 and slightly in liquor. The Prince sits watch- 
 ing him, and watching the key.] 
 
 Plow is it women's souls are so dirt-cheap? 
 
 That's rare good wine and potent too! What's this? 
 [Rubbing his eyes, pretending to rouse himself. \ 
 
 Come, come! I can't be drunk. I'm much too 
 seasoned; 
 
 I'm sleepy though! Some more philosophy! 
 
 How is it virtue is so badly paid? 
 
 Oh, I forgot! You're virtuous! At least 
 
 Just now. What ails you? You're not drinking. 
 [The Prince pours out and drinks deeply?^ 
 
 Lend me a hand! I'll go to bed. Good-night. [The 
 Devil rises a little in his chair, drops down in 
 it again as if heazy with sleep. The Prince 
 watches him keenly?^ 
 
 [Maundering.'] Wine — women — virtue — bed — philo- 
 ophy ; 
 
 All useful things, but seldom found together. 
 
 Plague on that wine ! [Drops off, snores. 
 
 [The Prince gets up on tiptoe, stands over him. 
 The Devil breathes heavily. The Prince 
 takes up the key and creeps swiftly off on 
 tiptoe up stage, going to Isobel's door. As 
 he is going off the outer door is tapped. The 
 Devil opens his eyes, looks alternately at the 
 
act it THE TEMPTER 67 
 
 retreating Prince, and at the outer door 
 where Lettice is tapping, winks alternately 
 at each. The Prince unlocks Isobel's door. 
 Let. [ Without^ Good sir, please let me in. 
 Good sir ! 
 
 [The Devil, seated comfortably, looks from one 
 to the other. The Prince enters Isobel's 
 room and shuts door. Lettice knocks. 
 Devil. And then they blame me ! 
 
 Curtain. 
 \A night passe s.\ 
 
ACT III 
 
 Scene. A luxuriant glade outside the Abbey Walls. 
 A large gaunt withered trunk, with dead gnarled 
 branches, in middle of stage. The abbey walls in 
 the distance. Early morning. 
 
 Enter Prince Leon. 
 
 Prince. She's wine, enrapturing wine ! I am a cup 
 Brimming with richer vintage than did e'er 
 An earthly summer bear to earthly sun. 
 Drenched and surcharged I am, yet ache and thirst 
 For draughts diviner and more secret still, 
 Th' ayatar, nay, the very lees and dregs 
 Of very love itself! She should be here ! 
 The fainting air pants and is sick for her 
 As I am ! Isobel ! When will she come ? 
 Oh, she is life itself ! Now may I boast 
 "I live!" Dead was I till her kindling lips 
 Drew me from earth-cold clay and made me man. 
 Thou art creative, Isobel, like God, 
 Thy breath doth quicken like His word ! She's here. 
 
 Enter Isobel, as if in great shame, her head bowed, 
 her face covered with her hands; she goes to him, 
 
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ACT III 
 
 THE TEMPTER 6 9 
 
 hides her head in his breast. Some moments' 
 silence; he passes his hand very caressingly over 
 her head. 
 Prince. [Very softly.'] Speak to me! Look at me! 
 /so. [Same soft tone, almost a whisper.] How shall I 
 dare 
 Ever to look upon thy face again? [He tries to take 
 her hands from her face j she resists.] 
 
 No ! no ! First tell me 
 
 Prince.- Tell thee what? 
 
 Iso. [ With great shame.] That ! 
 
 Am not less dear— less sacred— than I was. 
 
 Prince. A thousand times more dear, ten thousand 
 times 
 More sacred ! 
 
 Iso. [ With great entreaty, half despair.] Say thou'lt 
 
 never hold me cheap! 
 Prince. Thou rarest of rare jewels, thy price was 
 such 
 That my most utmost worth could never buy thee ! 
 Therefore, in mercy sweet and dear compassion 
 Of my great need, thou lovely prodigal, 
 Didst give me all thyself ! 
 
 Iso. [Clinging to him, frightened, ashamed.] Oh, 
 never say it! 
 If but the wind should hear, the shame would kill me! 
 Thou'rt sure there's nothing guessed ? 
 Prince. Why, who could guess ? 
 j SOm [I know not. Thou'lt 
 
 ne'er whisper ? 
 
70 THE TEMPTER act ni 
 
 Prince. Am I a dog that I should do this thing? 
 Be sure no breath of it shall e'er be known. 
 
 Iso. What do you think of me ? I know you'll say 
 
 Some pretty speech ; but in your heart of hearts 
 
 Speak truth ! You pity me, perhaps despise me ? 
 
 Prince. Now 'tis yourself that holds yourself so 
 cheap. 
 
 Iso. Oh, I am nothing worth except to thee ! 
 Thou know'st how poor I am. I stand before thee 
 Beggared ! I've given thee all. 
 
 Prince. And dowered me 
 
 With an immeasurable sway, empires 
 And oceans of thy love, and the proud realm 
 Of all thy boundless universal self.] 
 
 Iso. You'll ne'er reproach me? 
 
 Prince. Could I be so base? 
 
 Iso. If you should ever cast one word against me, 
 One single word of blame, or seem to hint 
 That I was won too soon, or by a look 
 Or glance, or whisper, signify that I 
 Am less in your esteem henceforth for this 
 Than the most honoured, virtuous, proudest dame 
 That walks this earth, 'twould madden me, and I 
 Should leap to some unknown and desperate act. 
 
 Prince. What can I say to comfort thee ? What 
 ails thee? 
 
 Iso. [Bursting into tears.] Thou knowest not what 
 these last hours have been, 
 The agony of shame and fear and guilt 
 That I've endured. 
 
act in THE TEMPTER 71 
 
 Prince. [Gathering her to him, sheltering her.] Hide 
 all within my breast. [Comforting her.] 
 Come, let me wrap thee in my love. Close ! Close ! 
 
 [Folding her tenderly in his mantle.] 
 Now thou art happy. 
 
 Iso. Oh, most happy, if I 
 
 Have made thee happy! There lies all my joy. 
 I'm nothing in myself, but all in thee! 
 
 Prince. Give me some yet more dear abandonment 
 Of all thy gracious self. 
 
 Iso. What can I give thee ? 
 
 Oh, if I had a thousand selves, each one 
 A perfect woman, yet each one more fair 
 Than all the rest, that I might throw them down 
 Like rags beneath thy feet, my conqueror ! 
 What wouldst thou more of me than all? 
 
 Prince. No more. 
 
 Thou art enough. This kiss is all enough. 
 Holiest is sweetest and most satisfying. 
 
 Devil. [Through the leaves behind.] Here is a holy 
 relish after sin ! 
 
 Iso. [Entr eating ly.] Our love is sacred, is it not? 
 
 Prince. Indeed 
 
 It is, most sacred. 
 
 Iso. [Very anxiously.] Holy Church shall bless it? 
 
 Prince. Yes, yes. 
 
 Iso. [Very anxiously.] Nay, promise me ! Thou'lt 
 not forsake me. 
 
 Prince. If I forsake thee, may I be forsaken! 
 Oh, Isobel, I'm thine! 
 
72 THE TEMPTER act hi 
 
 What heaven, or earth, or hell, shall bind or loose, 
 
 Or join or put asunder, shake or fix, 
 
 This shall it never do, part thee from me, 
 
 Ravish us of this immortal moment, 
 
 Shut out my soul from access to thy soul, 
 
 Eternal yoke-fellow, eternal bride, 
 
 Desired companion, sister wayfarer, 
 
 Sojourner with me, and beloved partaker 
 
 Of whatsoever strange vicissitudes 
 
 Life, death, and that great dark unknown beyond 
 
 May hold in storage for us twain to endure. 
 
 Iso. Wilt thou for ever love me so? 
 
 Prince. For ever 
 
 And for ever ! [ They are going off together. 
 
 Iso. [Looking up into his face murmurs .] For ever 
 and for ever. 
 
 [He bends over her ; they go off entranced with 
 each other. 
 
 Devil. [Coming out of the tree, looking after them.] 
 For ever and for ever ! 
 What is this human love, this silly joy, 
 This foolish strange delight each has in each? 
 It needs must have some sweetness of its own. 
 If I could taste it ! If I could but taste it ! 
 Oh, if I could for one short passing hour 
 Avoid this withered mockery, this mask 
 Of painted dust, and wrap myself within 
 The bosom of humanity, take on me 
 Flesh's soft robe and veins of tingling blood, 
 The sluice of tears, the sting and pant of life, 
 
act in THE TEMPTER 73 
 
 Labour and hunger, sweat and sleep, hopes, fears, 
 
 Joys, sorrows, all their great Deliverer 
 
 Took on Him when He came to overthrow 
 
 My kingdom in this world of mine. If I 
 
 Could taste this love ! If it were possible ! 
 
 Vain ! Vain ! Shut out ! The everlasting clang 
 
 Of Heaven's indomitable gates yet sounds 
 
 Behind me, and along the bottomless 
 
 Abyss rings my unchanging doom — shut out ! 
 
 Shut out ! shut out ! [Pause.'] 
 
 [Looks after them.] I cannot love like ye ! 
 
 But I can hate, and I will hate, until 
 
 My hate hath struck your love to its very roots, 
 
 Riven it, blasted it, shrivelled all its blossoms, 
 
 Scattered them down the whirlwinds of my wrath ! 
 
 [Pause.] 
 For ever and for ever, did ye say ? 
 Ye fools ! This hour I'll turn your love to gall, 
 Poison your thoughts, make lunatic your bloods, 
 That now do dance with marriageable drops, 
 Till they shall burn with anger, fur)', hate, 
 Blind jealousy and murder, each 'gainst each. [Look- 
 ing towards monastery.] 
 Here comes one of my shuttlecocks ! 
 
 Enter Sir Gilbert. The Devil looks him up and 
 
 down, and then bursts into a loud fit of brutal, 
 contemptuous laughter. 
 
 Sir Gil. [Nonplussed.] I see no jest. [The Devil 
 sits, arms akimbo, and laughs jeering ly at him.] 
 
74 THE TEMPTER act hi 
 
 Well ? Well ? 
 
 Devil. Well, dogstail ? 
 
 Sir Gil. Dogstail ? 
 
 Devil. You are in a base position, all behind. 
 
 Sir Gil. Behind ? 
 
 Devil. Ay, behind my dog, for he has been before 
 you. Behind the sport, for it's all done. Behind the 
 market, for the trinket is sold ! 
 
 Sir Gil. How so ? 
 
 Devil. She has given you the go-by. She has 
 played you false with my stripling. 
 
 Sir Gil. When ? 
 
 Devil. Last night. You snored and he stole the 
 lady. Now do you see the jest ? 
 
 [Laughing brutally at him. 
 
 Sir Gil. How do you come to know ? 
 
 Devil. They were here sugaring each other with 
 love-treacle and blabbed out the whole matter. I 
 chanced to overhear. 
 
 Sir Gil. What can I do ? 
 
 Devil. [Laughing at him.] Go back to bed and 
 snore. 
 
 Sir Gil. The jade ! I'll the minion — the cursed 
 
 jade ! 
 
 Devil. Use some stronger language ! Come, some 
 good round oaths, saving my presence. Now curse 
 away ! 
 
 Sir Gil. Damn them ! 
 
 Devil. Is that all? No more ? 
 
 Sir Gil If I could kill her/ 
 
act m THE TEMPTER 75 
 
 Devil, [Encouragingly] Well — well — 
 Sir Gil. Or him, or both together. 
 Devil. [Encouragingly.] Well — well— 
 Sir Gil. Curse them ! 
 
 Devil. [Annoyed.] Oh, now we're back at mere 
 cursing ! Hearken ! Mankind have two most foolish, 
 fruitless habits, cursing and praying. Both are mere 
 wind. Now to action ! Why, you poor gudgeon, 
 why, you poor soft-roe, do you stay wriggling and 
 wriggling on her hook for me to laugh at ? 
 Sir Gil. I'll do something ! 
 
 Devil. Ay, but what? Tis impossible you should 
 win her to your pleasure now. Then why do you let 
 her despise you ? 
 
 Sir Gil. She shall not despise me ! What shall I 
 do to show her she shall not despise me ? 
 
 Devil. [With great intensity of suggestion] Tell 
 her that my gentleman is boasting of her favours. 
 [Sir Gilbert shows pleasure] Tell her that his 
 tongue is so loose that all our company know of this, 
 — and that, and— the other ! 
 
 Sir Gil. This is good. I like this. 
 Devil. Tell her that we are making merry over her 
 to lighten our way to Canterbury. Tell her that all 
 our blackguards and serving wenches are laughing 
 because she hath suffered the common, everyday, 
 feminine misfortune. 
 
 Sir Gil. This will be a rare sweet revenge. 
 Devil. Most sweet. About it quick ! 
 Sir Gil. I will. Where is she ? 
 
76 THE TEMPTER act ki 
 
 Devil. [Looking off in the direction the Prince and 
 Isobel have gone.] She went that way with him. 
 [Looking off.] He hath left her. Look ! She is 
 yonder — alone ! 
 
 Sir Gil. I'll teach her to despise me ! [Going off. 
 
 Devil. Treat her tenderly. She is but a woman ! 
 [Exit Sir Gilbert swiftly. Watching him.] Will 
 this not drive her to madness, and will she not then 
 be well strung for me to play my tune on ? I'm 
 thriving here ! My main business is done ! This 
 marriage between the Prince and the Lady Avis hath 
 vanished clean into limbo ! And when that is known, 
 how these kings will fly at each other's throats and 
 drown their lands in war ! These kings ! These 
 kings ! How shall I breed my choicest mischief 
 when kings go out of fashion ? I must instruct re- 
 publics and democracies. [Looking off, shows great 
 satisfaction.] Ah ! Do you swallow the bait ? Have 
 we hooked you ? Does the barb stick ? Does it 
 rankle ? 
 
 Sir Gilbert enters eagerly. 
 
 Sir Gil. I've schooled her! I've humbled her! 
 I've taught my proud madam to despise me. Why, 
 this is better sport than hawking. You should have 
 seen her when I laughed at her. She made as though 
 she would kill me ! Now I'll go and tell my grooms, 
 and set them on to jibe her too. 
 
 Devil. No, no. 
 
 Sir Gil. Yes, yes. 
 
act in THE TEMPTER 77 
 
 Devil. No, no, that would be unkind ! 
 
 Sir Gil. Tis no matter. I'll do it ! 
 
 Devil. Oh, be gentle, be gentle with her, for though 
 she does despise you 
 
 Sir Gil. Despise me ? Hearkee, leave me alone. 
 Despise me ! I'll not be despised ! [Exit eagerly. 
 
 Devil. [Looks after him.] Hum ! Great Heaven, 
 didst thou make these mannikins for thy own jest, 
 or for mine ? 
 
 Enter Isobel, haggard, pale, dazed ; she comes up to the 
 Devil, as if seeking to read something in his face j 
 he shows immense sympathy, heaves a deep sigh — 
 turns away. 
 
 /so. [Hard, cold, tearless voice.] Why dost thou look 
 
 at me and sigh ? 
 Devil. Did I ? 
 
 Did I sigh ? Ah ! [Sighs deeply. 
 
 Jso. Why dost thou look at me? [The Devil says 
 nothing ; looks at her with great sympathy, sighs 
 deeply, and then turns and gathers some flowers.] 
 Wilt thou not tell me ? 
 
 Devil. [Holding up the floivers above his head, draw- 
 ing them across his nostrils, watchi?ig her from 
 behind them.] Tell thee ? Tell thee what ? 
 /so. What thou hast heard of me. 
 Devil. What I have heard ! 
 
 I hear the blab of men from morn till night ; 
 One half they say is lies ; the other, scandal ; 
 Whether 'tis true or no, I've ceased to care. 
 
78 THE TEMPTER act hi 
 
 Look at these flowers. How sweet ! 
 
 Iso. Art thou my friend ? 
 
 Thou saidst thou wast. 
 
 Devil. Why ask ? Thou knowest I am. 
 
 Iso. Then answer me ; on thy most steadfast oath, 
 Hath any whisper of my name been made 
 Within thy hearing ? 
 
 Devil. No — that is — no — lady ; 
 
 I pray you do not ask me. I would rather 
 Keep out of this affair. 
 
 Iso. Of what affair ? 
 
 Devil. [Feigning great embarrassment?^ It is not 
 right of you to drive me thus 
 Into a corner. Let me go my way. 
 If there is any slander in the air, 
 Or lies, or calumny, or double-dealing, 
 At least let me keep out of it. 
 
 Iso. Face me, 
 
 And tell me plainly what folks say of me. 
 
 Devil. Folks say — folks say— what matters what 
 they say ? 
 If they say evil, take no heed of it. 
 Treat them as I do when they slander me, 
 Let their tongues wag and pity them. 
 
 Iso. Nay, I'll know ! \Very piteously?\ 
 
 Oh, pity me ! There is a lying tale 
 Gnawing at my fair name and honour. Yes 
 Or no? 
 
 Devil. [ Very quickly and positively ?\ No. 
 
 Iso. No ? 
 
act in THE TEMPTER 79 
 
 Devil. [Much less positively?^ No — o. [She looks full 
 in his face ; he turns away.~\ 
 
 Have I not said No ? 
 
 Iso. And lied ! 
 
 Devil. [ Very sweetly and tenderly .] It was to spare 
 you pain. Beside, 
 The Prince, like you, is a dear friend of mine. 
 
 Iso. The Prince ! Then 'tis the Prince ! What 
 hath he said ? 
 
 Devil. Nothing. 
 
 Iso. He would not. For his life he durst not ! 
 
 I'll not believe it ; no, I'll not believe it. 
 
 Devil. You're right. Distrust whate'er you've heard, 
 and keep 
 Your faith in him. 
 
 Iso. He cannot be so base. 
 
 Devil. That's what I say — that's what I often say, 
 Men cannot be so base — and yet — they are. 
 And if the Prince — but no, it cannot be — 
 Forget it ; spare yourself. Why should you face 
 The jeers and flouts of all our company ? 
 
 Iso. Then they do jeer and flout at me ? 
 
 Devil. No, no. 
 Indeed, I cannot think he hath betrayed you, 
 And to such dogs as these. Oh, it is monstrous. 
 He may — he may have boasted of your favours 
 
 Iso. Boasted ! 
 
 Devil. Ay, carelessly ! How he hath won you ; 
 But to reveal you to these common ears 
 
 Iso. [Furious .] Ay ! ay ! 
 
80 THE TEMPTER act hi 
 
 Devil. To speak of ravishing hidden joys, 
 
 The delicate endearments of your love, 
 The moments veiled and hushed, the secret kiss, 
 
 To brag of these 
 
 Iso. Ay, ay. 
 
 Devil. Why, if he hath, 
 
 What then ? 
 
 Iso. What then ? Where is he ? I will kill him ! 
 Nay, I'll kill all of them that dared to listen. 
 
 Devil. Be calm ! Be calm ! Hope for the best. I 
 trust 
 Your honour is not lost. 
 
 Iso. No, 'tis not lost, 
 
 'Tis in his keeping. He shall restore it ! 
 So he hath sworn, and he shall keep his word. 
 Yes, he shall keep his word, or — I'll do something. 
 Where be these underlings that dare to flout me ! 
 Where be these dogs ! [Exit furiously. 
 
 Devil. [Watching her off.] From heavenliest love 
 to deadliest hate is just — [Measuring the dis- 
 tance ivith his fingers just in front of his nose.] 
 Just half an inch. 
 
 [An impish Child runs on. The Devil shoots 
 his forefingers above his cap so that they ap- 
 pear like horns, bows and scrapes to the Child 
 with great good-fellowship. The Child re- 
 sponds and bows and scrapes to him.] 
 
 My chuck ! My pretty chuck ! 
 My pretty, pretty chuck ! 
 
 [Making deep reverential bow. 
 
ACT III 
 
 THE TEMPTER 81. 
 
 Child. \_Same attitude .] Good day, good sir. 
 Devil. Good daddy, you should say. I know my 
 
 own 
 
 Child. I have one daddy now. If I have you, 
 1 shall have two. 
 
 Devil. My pretty rogue, you'll need 
 
 A spiritual father by-and-by 
 To tuck your nose into the honeypot. 
 
 Child. I shall like that. 
 
 Devil. You will. 
 
 Child. Is it so sweet ? 
 
 Devil. Ay, very sweet. You shall smear fingers, 
 nose, 
 Cheeks, mouth, bib, tucker, all. 
 
 Child. Then you shall be 
 
 My spiritual father by-and-by. [A laugh heard off. 
 The Child looks off, shows great glee, clapping 
 his hands .] 
 They're laughing at the Lady Isobel. 
 Look ! Look ! 
 
 Devil. How doth she seem to relish it ? 
 
 Child. Oh, she is growing mad. She's run away. 
 They're running after her. What hath she done ? 
 
 Devil. Dipped into that same honeypot. This is 
 The after-taste. 
 
 Child. And I shall dip there too — 
 
 Smear fingers, nose, cheeks, mouth, bib, tucker, all ? 
 
 Devil. Yes, fizgig, that you shall. 
 
 Child. What sport ! Oh, look, 
 
 Here comes her maid a-crying.] 
 
82 THE TEMPTER 
 
 ACT III 
 
 Enter Lettice, sobbing, looking off. 
 [Makes a mouth at Lettice.] Boo ! boo ! boo ! 
 Daddy, good-bye ! 
 
 [Kisses his hand to the Devil, makes him a 
 deep bow, and runs off. 
 Devil. Good-bye, my pretty chuck. 
 
 [Bows to the Child, turns to Lettice. 
 Lettice. [Sobbing.] Oh, sir ! Oh, sir ! 
 Devil. Oh, sir ! Oh, sir ! What now ? 
 
 Lettice. They're laughing at my lady. 
 
 [A burst of scoffing laughter heard off ; Lettice 
 shudders. 
 Devil. [Unconcernedly, looking off.] So they are. 
 It seems her pranks are known and [Turning suddenly 
 
 on Lettice.] you're afraid 
 That by-and-by they'll laugh at you. 
 
 Lettice. [Sobbing.] Yes, sir. 
 
 Devil. [Drily.] Ah ! So they will. 
 Lettice. Oh, I shall kill myself ! 
 
 Devil. Not you ; not you ! Hearkee, you little 
 wretch, 
 You're in a pretty pickle. Whistling, it seems, 
 
 Is thrown away on William Gamel. Therefore 
 
 Lettice. [Eagerly.] Yes, sir 
 
 Devil. Since you must face the worst, make light 
 Of it. When folks begin to laugh at you, 
 Laugh back at them. 
 
 Lettice. Oh, sir, I couldn't ! 
 
 Devil. Nonsense ! 
 
 You can. Come, try a little laugh. [Grins at her. 
 
ACT III 
 
 THE TEMPTER 83 
 
 Lettice. 1 cannot. 
 
 Devil. I say you can. Brazen it out. Be bold. 
 Fly away shame and romp a roaring life ! 
 Come, come, you merry piece of mischief. Laugh ! 
 Laugh at what's done and can't be undone ! Laugh ! 
 [She laughs a little hysteric laugh, and he en- 
 courages her by laughing with her ; she 
 grows more hysteric] 
 That's right. I like to see you happy ! Laugh ! 
 
 [She laughs again.] 
 A jolly, bouncing sinner you shall be, 
 I promise you. [They laugh in chorus] 
 
 The Prince enters behind them. 
 
 [Without looking round.] Ah ! You are there ! Then 
 
 listen 
 To this. [To Lettice.] Alas !— the Lady Isobel 
 'Tis very sad that she should play these pranks, 
 And gull so many men. The baggage ! Oh, 
 The baggage ! Well ! well ! well ! Say nought about it. 
 Hush ! hush ! [Laughing.] You mustn't laugh at her. 
 Fie ! Fie ! 
 
 Lettice. I can't help laughing, sir, now I've begun. 
 
 Devil. Well, 'tis a jest, and I must laugh myself. 
 And so she's fooled my squire amongst the rest. 
 Ho ! ho ! Ha ! ha ! 
 
 Lettice. Ho ! ho ! Ha ! ha ! 
 
 Devil. Ho ! ho ! 
 
 Lettice. Ho ! ho ! Ha ! ha ! ha ! ha ! ha ! ha ! 
 [Goes into a fit of laughter. The Devil laughs 
 
84 THE TEMPTER act hi 
 
 her off, then turns to Prince, stops suddenly, 
 feigns surprise. 
 Devil. [Feigning embarrassment.] You heard ? 
 
 Prince. You spoke of Isobel. 
 Devil. Not I. 
 
 Prince. You did. 
 
 Devil. Not I. 
 
 Prince. [Fiercely.] I say you did ! 
 Devil. Well then, I did. 
 Prince. Whom hath she gulled, and what pranks 
 
 hath she played ? 
 Devil. It isn't fair to tell against a woman. 
 You've had your frolic ; now be wise. Forget her. 
 Prince. Tell me what thou didst say of her. 
 Devil. She is 
 
 An honourable, virtuous, high-born 
 Maiden. That's all I said of her. Do you 
 Say otherwise ? 
 
 Prince. Take heed thou jest no further. 
 
 Dost hear ? 
 
 Devil. I hear. I have some news for you. 
 [The Prince is going.] 
 The King of France, thinking you safely drowned — 
 [The Prince stops.] 
 
 And dead — and glorified 
 
 Prince. He thinks me dead ? 
 
 Devil. Well, aren't you ? [If you are not dead, 
 where are you ? 
 Why have you not kept faith with your betrothed ? 
 Why have you dared to disobey your king ? 
 
act in THE TEMPTER 85 
 
 Well, you being with the saints, there's nought remains 
 Of interest to us surviving friends 
 Save this — what hath he left behind, poor soul, 
 And who is his heir ? 
 
 Prince. My heir ? 
 
 Devil. Your cousin Geoffrey 
 
 Claims your estate, your goods, all your possessions 
 And appurtenances. 
 
 Prince. How know you this ? 
 
 Devil. A herald hath arrived this morn from 
 France. 
 
 Prince. From France ? 
 
 Devil. \Nods^\ He's closeted with Lady Avis, 
 
 And now they're howling over your demise.] [ The 
 Prince paces about in great perplexity, the 
 Devil Jeers.] 
 My dear young friend, you're in a plaguy mess. 
 You have behaved abominably. What's worse, 
 You're like to be found out. What's worse again, 
 You're like to meet with punishment. 
 
 Prince. How so ? 
 
 Devil. When English Edward finds you have de- 
 spised 
 His favourite god-daughter, and slighted her 
 For Isobel, the daughter of his foe, 
 Broken your knightly word, refused the marriage 
 Which he and France had solemnly decreed, 
 I fear the world will not wag gaily with you. 
 
 Prince. [Turning furiously on him.] 'Twas you that 
 led me into this. 
 
8d THE TEMPTER act hi 
 
 Devil. I led you ? 
 
 Prince. Ay, thou ! False guide ! False friend ! 
 Insidious rogue ! 
 
 Devil. Heyday ! Heyday ! 
 
 Prince. [Pnragea 7 , going to him furiously. The 
 Devil remains still, with a mocking smile.] 
 
 Why hast thou fastened round me, 
 Hung on me, played on me, spied me, and dodged me, 
 Raked out my heart, niched its recessed secrets ? 
 Who art thou ? As I look I seem to see 
 Under that smile some carrion-mauling vulture, 
 Or stealthy jackal smelling after evil 
 In my infested blood. What is it makes me 
 So weak, that hating thee as I do hate thee, 
 With all my being's bent and force, I yet 
 Allow thy presence, listen to thy counsel, 
 Suck in the rancour of thy venomous breath, 
 And all against my will do traffic with thee ! 
 I'll end it ! Leave me ! By heaven, I'll end it ! 
 Away with thee ! Begone from me ! 
 
 [Fiercely, quite close to the Devil, who stands 
 still, smiling. 
 
 Devil. I'm going. [Going.] 
 
 I wish you joy of Lady Isobel. 
 
 Prince. Yes, yes, I will have joy of her. That word 
 Restores me to myself. Perish my name, 
 My hopes, my pride, all that I was and had ; 
 Let me be dead. I live alone to her ; 
 There is no other chance, no other grace, 
 Wisdom or glory, prize of love or war, 
 
ACT III 
 
 THE TEMPTER 87 
 
 Ambition high, or coveted renown, 
 Save this, that she is mine, mine, mine ! 
 
 Devil. [Pauses, looks at him contemptuously.} You 
 fool ! 
 She's yours, yours, yours— why, yes, I know she's 
 
 yours, 
 But whose she has been, I don't know. And whose 
 She will or won't be— that— well, that— God knows. 
 
 [Going. 
 
 Prince. Stay, thou detested liar, make thy words 
 good, 
 Prove what thou say'st. 
 
 Devil. I na d it from her maid, 
 
 The simplest wench. You heard her laughing with me. 
 She told me all her lady's tricks, and how 
 She cunningly hath known you all the while 
 To be the prince, and cunningly hath laid 
 Her plans to trap you, and supplant her cousin Avis ! 
 
 Prince. 'Tis false ! Thou liest ! I say 'tis lies, 
 Tis hellish lies— [Pausing]— or yet more hellish 
 
 truth ; 
 'Tis lies ! Prove it, I say. 
 
 Devil. Prove it yourself. 
 
 Here comes the lady. Take her without her guard ! 
 Ask her this one plain question, if she knows 
 That you are Leon of Auvergne. Ask her, 
 And God be with you for a simple fool ! 
 You are the greenest greenhorn I have met ! 
 Ask her. [ With great contempt^ You fool ! you 
 fool ! She's false, she's false ! 
 
8S THE TEMPTER ACT m 
 
 Isobel enters, infuriated; she comes up with furious 
 anger to the Prince. They stand confronting each 
 other for a moment. The Devil smiles and exit, 
 /so. Ah, thou art here ! "lis well. Now answer me; 
 If there is any spark of knighthood in thee, 
 Let it now show itself ! Make revocation ' 
 Of all thy dastard calumnies of me ! 
 Then rid me of these gadflies here that sting me 
 
 With poison from thy lips. They say— they say 
 
 [Stops speech /ess.] 
 Rid me of them, I say. If thou'rt a knight, 
 Now do me justice. Dost thou hear me ? 
 Prince. * 
 
 /so. Then answer me. 
 
 [Prince suddenly seizes her hands, looks close 
 into her eyes. 
 Prmce - Woman, thou knowest me. 
 
 Thou knowest I am Leon of Auvergne. 
 
 /so. [Taken by surprise, falters.} And if I do ? 
 Prince. Ah ! then thou dost ! And thou 
 Hast known me all the while, and cunningly 
 Hast laid thy plans to trap me, and supplant 
 Thy cousin. 
 
 /so. I laid plans to trap thee ! 
 
 Prince. Ay , 
 
 Deny it ! 
 
 /so. I'll not stoop to clear myself. 
 
 Believe whate'er thou wilt. 
 
 Devil. [Whispering through the leaves^ She's false ! 
 She's false ! 
 
act nt THE TEMPTER 89 
 
 Prince. Thou'rt false ! Thou'rt false ! Thou hast 
 
 deceived me ! 
 Iso. And thou hast slandered me, given up my 
 name 
 To common rumour. Now do justice to me. 
 
 Prince. Do justice to thyself. Thou hast deceived 
 me ! 
 Thou stand'st revealed ! 
 
 Iso. [With a great cry.] Revealed ! Ay, so I am ! 
 Revealed to shame, a common byword made 
 By thee ! By thee ! 
 
 Prince. What dost thou say ? 
 
 Iso. {Frenzied.] My shame 
 
 Is noised about ! The wenches and the grooms 
 Are making sport with me, laughing, laughing 
 That I have played away myself to thee. 
 Dear Christ ! I make a merry spectacle ! 
 Avenge me! Make amends! Thy word ! Thy word! 
 Take off my shame ! Own me before the world ! 
 Prince. [Is turning away on his heel.] I've done 
 
 with thee. 
 Devil. [ Whispering through the leave s.] Thy dagger's 
 
 at thy belt. 
 Iso. [Hand on dagger, following the Prince.] So 
 
 thou hast done with me ? 
 Prince. I've done with thee. 
 
 Devil. [Behind her, whispering through the leaves^] 
 
 Then kill him ! Kill him ! 
 Iso. [Snatching the dagger from her belt.] Thou 
 hast done with me ? 
 
9© THE TEMPTER act hi 
 
 No, thou hast not ! Not yet, nor yet, nor yet ! 
 [Stabbing him again and again and again. The 
 Prince falls. Isobel stands paralyzed, the 
 dagger uplifted in her hand — pause — the 
 dagger falls — she stands as if i?i a tranced] ' 
 [Muttering.'] It is not true — it was not I — No ! No ! 
 Prince. See ! Tfeou hast killed me ! 
 Iso. Thou didst urge me to it. 
 
 Why didst thou make my love a mockery, 
 And give me o'er to laughter of this rabble ? 
 Prince. I never did. As I'm a dying man, 
 Heaven knows thy love hath been most sacred to 
 me. 
 Iso. [Frantic?^ Then what am I ? What have I 
 done ? [Suddenly flings herself on him in a 
 tempest of remorse and tenderness.] 
 
 Help ! Help ! 
 Ah ! Thou art bleeding ! [ Tears off her robes to 
 stanch the wounds. The Pilgrims' song is heard 
 coming nearer and nearer from the abbey.] 
 
 Speak, my dear lord ! Help ! 
 [Stanching the wounds.] Oh, those cruel wounds ! 
 
 Will they not stop ? Help ! Help ! 
 Thou dost not think 'twas I ! Never say that ! 
 I that do love thee more than my own life ! 
 
 1 [On the stage this act may be ended immediately after Isobel 
 has stabbed the Prince, by her standing over him exclaiming, 
 "What have I done ? What have I done ?" the Devil looking 
 out from behind the tree with a mocking laugh.] 
 
ACT "i THE TEMPTER 9 i 
 
 Help! Help! Will no one come ? [The Pilgrims 
 enter from abbey singing their song, headed by 
 Father Urban.] My father, look ! 
 [Father Urban hushes the Pilgrims ; the song 
 ceases ; Father Urban bends over the Prince 
 to examine the wounds; other Pilgrims, monas- 
 tery Attendants, and country f oik gradually en- 
 ter and crowd roimd the Prince.] 
 
 {To Father Urban, as he examines the Prince.] 
 Bring him to some physician ! Haste ! He'll 
 live ! 
 
 Say that he shall not die ! Why, 'tis not much ■ 
 He'll live ! He'll live ! Say that he shall not die ! 
 
 Enter Avis ; comes up to the wounded Prince. 
 
 Father V. [Having examined the wounds.] These 
 wounds are unto death. Bear him within 
 
 Prince. No ! No ! Take me with ye to Canter- 
 bury. 
 
 I shall not die till ye have brought me there. 
 
 At Canterbury 1 was to be wed, 
 
 There let me make my peace and die. Dost hear ? 
 
 To Canterbury ! I do command ye ! 
 
 Father U. Thou dost command ! Nay, know thy 
 place, my son. 
 
 Prince. [Imperiously.] I do command. 
 
 Father U. «« , 
 
 Who art thou ? 
 
 Prince. [His eyes rest on Avis ; he shows shame.] I 
 am Leon 
 Of Auvergne. 
 
92 THE TEMPTER act hi 
 
 Avis. My Prince ! My promised one ! My love ! 
 My promised husband ! 
 
 Father U. Daughter, give place to us ! 
 
 [ To the bearers?^ Take him where we may dress his 
 wounds, and then 
 We'll bear him to the holy martyr's shrine. 
 
 [ They take him up and bear him off. 
 Avis. [To Isobel.] Who hath done this? 
 /so. I did it with this hand. 
 
 Avis. Thou ? 'Twas thou ? 
 
 I so. Ay, I. [Goes off after 
 
 Prince ; the Attendants and Pilgrims gradu- 
 ally file off in procession.] 
 [ Voice heard off.] My father, heal him ! 
 
 He shall not die ! I say he shall not die ! 
 Heal him ! He'll live ! He'll live ! 
 
 [Her shrieks are heard off ; the Pilgrims and 
 Attendants have filed off. Avis has sunk 
 down o?i the ground, sobbing; Avis rises 
 and staggers off after the procession, sobbing. 
 As she goes off the Devil comes out of the 
 tree a?id dances off at the end of the proces- 
 sion, Avis's sobs and Isobel's shrieks being 
 heard the while. 
 
 Curtain. 
 
ACT IV 
 
 Scene. Porch and tower of Canterbury Cathedral ; 
 night — moonlight. The porch and tower occupy 
 back and left of stage, and make all that side dark, 
 giving a view of Canterbury by moonlight at back 
 on the right and all along the right above the 
 cloister wall. Statuary in the dark niches in the 
 porch. Discover the Devil, hanging on the tower 
 towards the top. Clambering down, he surveys the 
 city. 
 
 Devil. Canterbury ! Canterbury ! My city ! 
 My ancient, guzzling, brawling, thieving, cursing, 
 Lying, lousy, stenchy, bawdy city ! 
 My grace and greeting to you. [Takes off cap, salutes 
 
 the city. Jumps on a gurgoyle that stretches out 
 
 from the toiver, sits astride it, his legs dangling, 
 
 surveying the city.] 
 
 Hail, old city ! 
 Why, what's amiss ? Strike up that riot yonder ! 
 Begin it ! quick ! quick ! quick ! [Beating the gurgoyle 
 
 in impatience^ 
 
 [Now, mademoiselle ! 
 That toy French maidenhood of yours, so please you ! 
 
 93 
 
94 THE TEMPTER act iv 
 
 Deliver it ! No screams ! Then gag her, gag her !] 
 My jolly cut-throat, wait your man — he comes ! 
 That's a good stab ! Into the ditch with him ! 
 There let him fester ! Ah ! [Laughing, hugging the 
 
 gurgoyle J\ 
 
 Now all good thieves, 
 Drunkards and harlots, all night's chosen children, 
 Bestir yourselves, dear cronies, life is short, 
 And sin is sweet ! Be at it while ye may. 
 [Now all you filthy breeding sinners, quicken 
 And procreate moonstricken idiots, 
 Thieves, sots, and liars ! In your own images 
 Fashion your brutish progeny ! You sloths 
 And swinish gluttons with bloat carcasses, 
 Wallow and grunt in your own bellies' turmoil !] 
 Trot out, my little rats, sting fleas and gnats, 
 Libidinous cats creep all about the lanes, 
 Flit skinny bats, howl mangy dogs, hoot owls, 
 Fat toadstools push and spawn ! [Looking up at moon.] 
 
 You're looking on ' 
 Prim, rakelean, bloodless moon ! Ashamed of us ? 
 Tuck your squint modesty behind a cloud ; 
 Or hearkee, rank old virgin — [Beckoning the moon.] 
 
 Stoop and wink 
 At our obscenity. See all this city 
 Stew, swarm, and sweat, and suffocate in sin, 
 To cocker up big Belzebub and me ! [Laughing and 
 
 squealing, hugging the gurgoyle ; suddenly stops, 
 
 listens, jumps on the gurgoyle, stands upright on 
 
 it, looks out — fiercely taunting.] 
 
act iv THE TEMPTER 95 
 
 You're coming then ! Jog up his parting soul ! 
 
 Smuggle him into church before he dies ! 
 
 I've earwigged all these monks and drugged them 
 
 deep ; 
 You'll find them hard to wake. Now come, sweet 
 
 Prince, 
 Find this last refuge barred against thy soul ! 
 Dash her vain wing-beats at the ark's shut door, 
 No hand shall open it to save thee, no 
 Deliverer appear ! Beat, beat, and flutter ! 
 Beat and drop 
 
 Into th' unfathomable night below ! 
 I wait for thee ! [Passes into shadow of buttresses. 
 
 I so bel enters very hurriedly, panting, worn, desperate. 
 
 Iso. [Calling off.] Speed ye ! In God's name, speed ! 
 At last, assuaging sanctuary, we gain 
 Thy sheltering doors. [Knocking at porch. The 
 
 Prince is brought on by bearers on a litter, 
 
 Father Urban and Avis following.] 
 [Knocking.] Hear ye ! [Knocking.] Are ye asleep 
 Or dead ! [Knocking.] 
 
 Father U. 'Tis strange. They keep a strict night 
 
 watch. 
 The abbot's rooms are on the eastern side, 
 I'll see if aught is stirring there. [Exit. 
 
 Prince. [Groans y and feebly rouses himself.] I'm 
 
 dying ! 
 Pray them to let me in before my soul 
 Has sped. 
 
96 THE TEMPTER act iv 
 
 Iso. [To attendants.] Go ye around the church, 
 search out 
 The other doors, get entrance where you can, 
 And bring the holy fathers to us here ! 
 
 [Exeunt the bearers. Avis, who has been stand- 
 ing apart all the while, approaches the 
 litter tenderly. Isobel places herself in 
 front of Avis and stops her approach to the 
 Prince. 
 Avis. Wilt thou not let me come to him ? 
 Iso. Not thou ! 
 
 I've stolen him from thee ! Leave him to me ! He's 
 
 mine, — 
 Mine by the treachery wherewith I won him ! 
 Mine by the woman's pearl I gave to him ! 
 Mine by the murder that I did on him ! 
 Mine by the undying love I bear to him ! 
 He's mine ! Give him to me ! I'm greedy of him ! 
 
 Avis. Thou lovest him ! But I have loved him too, 
 Most dearly ! He is my promised bridegroom. 
 
 Iso. But he hath made his nest with me, not like 
 The halcyon on the summer calm. Our souls 
 Were like two birds that should have homed apart, 
 But caught with winds, the tempest mated us, 
 And we are blown hither and thither, baffled, 
 Together across outrageous oceans, 
 And vexed, unvoyageable, ruining gulfs ; 
 Here we have made our nest ; on these wild seas 
 We rock and whirl to our despairing end. 
 Leave him to me. [Avis makes a motion to the Prince. 
 
act iv THE TEMPTER 97 
 
 Prince. [To Isobel.] Nay, let her corr.e. [Ayis-ap- 
 proaches the Prince.] 
 
 I'd ask 
 Forgiveness from her. I have deeply wronged 
 Thy pure and faithful love. [Avis goes to him.\ 
 
 Canst thou forgive me ? 
 Avis. [Bending over him.] With my heart's truth ! 
 Oh, I forgive you both ! 
 And now I know thou lovest her, not me, 
 I will not come between you. Yet since I 
 Have forfeited therein all earthly hopes, 
 And I shall never now be wife or mother, 
 [To Isobel.] Let me once kiss him ! Then I'll give 
 
 him up 
 To thee. [She bends and kisses the Prince. To 
 Isobel.] 
 
 He's thine. 
 [Goes off away from the church. Isobel goes 
 to the Prince. 
 Iso. How dost thou now, beloved ? 
 
 Prince. Far-wasted, drained of life ! 
 Iso. Look ! 'twas this hand 
 
 That killed thee ! 
 Prince. [Takes her hand and kisses it tenderly.] 
 
 Hush ! Thou wast beside thyself. 
 Thou knowest well that I did ne'er betray 
 The wrapt inviolate secret of our love. 
 
 Iso. Thou knowest, too, that I am clear of guile 
 Towards thee, save this, I knew thee for the Prince ; 
 I'm blameless else. 
 
98 THE TEMPTER act iv 
 
 Prince. How did I ever doubt thee ? 
 
 /so. Oh ! we have gone astray in this dim world! 
 [T/ic Prince shoius paini\ 
 My love, thou art so young ! Thou shalt not die ! 
 Hark thee, my dear ! Most wondrous miracles 
 Are here accomplished, and death-bitten folk 
 Redeemed to life, plucked from the very grave ! 
 
 Devil. [Voice amongst the shadows^ Ever they ask 
 for miracles and signs ; 
 Ever their God denies to work them one. 
 
 Prince. I shall not live. Bring me where I may kiss 
 The murdered saint's most dear remains and thence 
 Draw sacramental grace into my soul, 
 That I may pass before my God in peace. 
 
 /so. No ! I will pierce the Heaven with cries ! I'll 
 drag 
 Dear mercy down ! [Cries out in an agony of despair?^ 
 
 Give me his life ! His life ! 
 I will not be denied. 
 
 [Stands with arms upraised, lifted to Heaven — 
 long pause — silence. 
 Devil, [/n the shadows.} There is none hears thee; 
 None has regard to thee ! Thy God is dead ! 
 
 [Long pause — silence. Her arms drop in despair. 
 The Prince tosses and groans in agony, 
 /so. Thou art in pain ! 
 
 Prince. In deadly pain and thirst. 
 
 Give me some drink. [Groaning.] Water, for mercy's 
 
 sake ; 
 Fetch me some drink. 
 
act iv THE TEMPTER 99 
 
 /so. I know not where to look. 
 
 Wait thee a moment and I will be back. [Exit. 
 
 Prince. [Stirs on his litter, sits up.] God's mother ! 
 Hear ! My soul will not depart 
 Till she is cleansed. [Jumps up delirious^] 
 
 Ye shall not keep me out. 
 [Getting off his litter, runs staggering against the 
 church door, butts against it, drops, rolls on 
 the steps. The Devil, in the likeness of one 
 of the statues, bends over him from a niche 
 just above where he has fallen. 
 Devil. Drop there, like rotten apple, on the thresh- 
 old ; 
 Drop there, thou morsel for my stomaching. 
 Pri?ice. Mercy, dear martyr ! Help ! 
 Devil. [Bending over him.] He hath no power ! 
 The virtue hath gone out of him. His bones 
 Are playthings, and his church a roost for bats ! 
 Prince. Forgive my trespasses ! 
 
 Devil. Recall them all ! 
 
 Let every wrong that thou hast done in life 
 Against thy God, thy neighbour, and thyself, 
 Now dance and riot in thy memory ! 
 
 The brave men thou hast killed 
 
 Prince. It was in battle. 
 
 Devil. Their widows and their orphans shriek at 
 thee ! 
 Hark ! Hark ! 
 
 Prince. [ Tossing in agony.] Take them away ! 
 Take them away ! 
 
 I-OFC. 
 
ioo THE TEMPTER act iv 
 
 Devil. Remember these last weeks of sin, thy 
 nights 
 Of drunken folly, thy pure bride betrayed. 
 
 Prince. No more ! No more ! 
 
 Devil. Behold thy past ! Let all 
 
 Its dark forgotten caverns flame like noon ; 
 See all thy million little sins come skipping 
 To ding thee to perdition ! Toss ! curse ! cry ! 
 
 Prince. Mercy ! Sweet Heaven ! 
 
 Devil. Louder. 
 
 Prince. Save me ! 
 
 Devil. Again ! [Pause.] 
 
 Hast done ? Then die ! die ! die ! Die unabsolved, 
 And kick and pommel at heaven's door till doom. 
 
 [ Withdraws into the shade of the niche. 
 
 Re-enter Isobel. 
 
 Prince. [Shrieks.] Mercy ! [Stares round.] My love, 
 'tis thou ! [Clinging to her.] 
 
 Thou wilt not leave me ! 
 I have dreamed terrible things. 'Tis thou, my love ? 
 [Looking at her very peacefully, clinging to 
 her. 
 I so. 'Tis I. [Helping him on to the litter. 
 
 Prince. My soul is in calm water now ; 
 The bitterness of death is past. 'Tis thou ! 
 
 [smiles at her very peacefully ; drops back as 
 if asleep ; she bends over him. The Devil 
 stands behind her ; laughs mockingly, 
 /so. What dost thou here ? [The Devil laughs.] 
 
act iv THE TEMPTEfc 101 
 
 Why dost thou laugh at me ? 
 Thou seest we are desperate ! Thou hast 
 Some strange and subtle power ; what 'tis I know 
 
 not. 
 I pray thee use it now for our sore need. [The Devil 
 
 laughs. ] 
 By our great misery, by sweet mercy's self, 
 I do conjure thee, pity us and help us. [The Devil 
 
 laughs.] 
 Thou mockest me! [The Devil laughs. Springing 
 dose to the Devil.] Why dost thou look at me 
 So mockingly triumphant ; and dost glow 
 Resplendent and majestic and enlarged, 
 As though some evil spirit in thy breast 
 Swelled thee to wear the diadem of darkness 
 And sov'reignty of the dread Prince himself. 
 Who art thou? [Quite close to him, she falls back 
 
 shrieking.] Thou ! 
 Devil. Ay, I. Thou measurest me ! 
 
 /so. Then we are lost. We've diced away our 
 
 souls 
 To th' infernal trafficker. Lost ! Lost ! Lost ! 
 Devil. Vain is remorse, as vain as love, as vain 
 As truth or lies, as vain as life itself, 
 As vain as all the rest. All's idle show. 
 [Ye grope and agonize in this blind void, 
 Like babes that perish in the womb. Ye never 
 Visit the light or come to any knowledge. 
 If one of you perchance doth stumble forth 
 From your primeval caves where ye do clot 
 
io2 THE TEMPTER act iv 
 
 With brutes in ignorance, he drifts alone, 
 Without a compass, on night seas of doubt, 
 Where Heaven hangs lying beacons and false lights 
 To tempt his soul on havocking rocks. There I 
 Do wait for him. There I do make my prey.] 
 
 Iso. Fools ! Fools ! Blind fools ! Poor silly, hap- 
 less fools ! 
 Sold to the destroyer ! Cheated of all ! 
 Cut down in blossoming time. Beggared in spring ! 
 
 Devil. Shed seas of tears ; weep till thy heartstrings 
 crack ! 
 Pour forth thy blood and agony like water ! 
 All is of no avail. Come, end these whines. [Ap- 
 proaching the Prince.] 
 His soul is passing. Give my hate its fill. 
 Make way for me. His place is ready for him. 
 
 Iso. [Placing herself in front of the Prince.] Thou 
 shalt not part me from him. 
 
 Devil. [Advancing, menacing.] Nay, I will. 
 
 Iso. Thou shalt not part me from him. 
 
 Devil. [Advancing, menacing.] Stand aside ! 
 
 Give way to me ! His soul is mine ! 
 
 Iso. I say 
 
 Thou shalt not part me from him. [Spill on us twain 
 Strange unimaginable vengeances : 
 Sheet us in fire : plunge us in boiling pitch : 
 Rain on us cold accursed rain : bind us 
 In everlasting ice : goad us with hornets : 
 Seal us in sepulchres : drown us in lakes 
 Of blood : dash us on rocks :] do what thou wilt, 
 
ACT IV 
 
 THE TEMPTER I0 3 
 
 Our love doth laugh at thee 
 
 [Takes the dagger from her side, stabs herself 
 with it j stands laughing at the Devil, then 
 falls on the litter beside the Prince. 
 Devil. [Bending over them.] So be it, then. 
 Come both with me, and be for ever tossed, 
 Frustrate and devious, on tormenting winds 
 [With them whose deathless love, invincible, 
 Bought them a place in hell for ever safe 
 From Heaven's delights and malice. Mate ye like them] 
 Inseparable, locked from doom to doom 
 In one last timeless, measureless embrace. 
 
 Iso. [ Very softly and wooingly to the Prince.] 'Tis 
 
 I, my love. Dost thou not hear me ? Leon ! 
 Prince. [Wandering, looking round very calm and 
 
 happy.] What road is this ? 
 j so I know not, dear. I think 
 
 It is the road to nowhither. 
 
 Prince. 'Tis bright 
 
 And pleasant. 
 
 Jso. Ay, in thy dear company. 
 
 Thou'rt happy now ? [Softly caressing him. 
 
 Prince. [Imploringly stretches out his arms to the 
 
 church.] Will ye not let me in ? 
 Iso. Hush thee ! I'm thine ! Let that content 
 thee ! Rest thee ! 
 Make calm thy unconquerable soul, my love, 
 For here's no thing beyond our strength to bear ; 
 It is a child that fears the dark. Hush ! Hush ! 
 
 [Caressing him with the utmost tenderness. 
 
104 THE TEMPTER act iV 
 
 Prince. [Imploringly to the church.} Will ye not let 
 me in ? [Sinks. 
 
 [ The doors of the cathedral are opened. Father 
 Urban appears with bearers and priests. 
 Devil. What, Mother Church ! 
 
 Good Mother Church ! Will you take in this pair ? 
 Father U. Is the Prince yet alive ? Why, what is 
 this ? 
 Both slain ? 
 
 Iso. I loved him and I killed him. So 
 
 Have I served myself. 
 
 Father U. Oh wretched lady ! 
 
 What hast thou done ? Bear them within. 
 
 [ The litter is taken up. 
 Iso. My father, 
 
 Canst thou yet pardon us ? Is there yet hope 
 For us beyond ? 
 
 Father U. Her bosom is so wide, 
 
 Her heart so bountiful, her love so deep, 
 That doth receive you now, that she, be sure, 
 Will ne'er cast out one soul that doth but say 
 " I've sinned, but I repent me." To all such 
 Her answer is " Enter and make your peace." 
 
 [ The litter is borne in within the church ; the 
 church doors are left open. The Devil 
 comes out of the shadows. 
 Devil. [Shouts in at the church doors.} Why, take 
 them in. You're welcome. Plaster their sins 
 With holy oil. Physic them up for Heaven ! 
 Mumble and drone them into paradise, 
 
act iv THE TEMPTER 105 
 
 And bury them. Build effigies and shrines 
 
 Over the mouldering worms'- feast. Take them ! 
 
 Take them ! [Comes away fro??i the doors.] 
 And Thou ! Work out Thy cunning, aimless scheme ; 
 Spin round Thy maddening maze of foolish worlds 
 Eternally, like drunken dervishes, 
 All to no end, save that it is Thy whim. 
 Let restless matter dance round restless matter, 
 Till long-eked impotent space and time rebel 
 And sicken at their own sterility. 
 Hide Thou Thy childish secret ! Make no sign ! 
 Give Thou no hint wherefore Thou hast designed 
 This deftly dovetailed chaos of creation 
 To issues of stupendous nothingness ! 
 Let darkened mankind grope in misery, 
 And Thou be silent ! Keep them blind ! But give 
 Full play and scope to my devouring hate 
 Of all their race. For though my hate is vain 
 And futile, as all else that Thou hast made, 
 Yet do I hate, since 'tis Thy will or whim ! 
 Now set ye kings to work and ply red war ! 
 Famine and hunger inappeasable 
 March over these fair lands and gnaw them bare 
 Till frenzied mothers kill and eat their babes! 
 Breathe thick on every wind black pestilence, 
 And taint the universal earth ! I see 
 A merry, busy harvest time, a crop 
 Of death and ruin waving ruddy ripe 
 For me to put my sickle in and garner ! [ Vanishes. 
 [Pause, music. The first streaks of dawn appear 
 
106 THE TEMPTER Act iv 
 
 in the sky, and the Pilgrims creep in one by 
 one i?i the twilight and enter the cathedral ; 
 at length the full spring dawn spreads over 
 the scene, and shows all the trees of the cloister 
 garden in full blossom. Avis comes in right, 
 Father Urban enters from cathedral. 
 Avis. [Eagerly.] How doth my cousin now? 
 Father U. At peace. 
 
 Avis. The Prince ? 
 
 Father U. At peace. [Avis bursts into tears.] 
 
 Be thou at peace, my daughter, too. [Sheltering her 
 
 in his arms.] 
 For know, all evil and all wrong that men 
 Endure or do, all misery, all despair, 
 All pangs, all conflicts, all that hurts us here, 
 Are but as pebbles thrown into a pond, 
 That make a ripple, then are seen no more. 
 So it is with the evil that men fling 
 Upon th' unfathomed ocean of God's love. 
 And the smooth water doth not sooner close 
 Over a pebble with its returning calm 
 Than Heaven's forgiveness drowns and hides man's 
 sin. [A burst of music from the church. 
 
 Curtain. 
 
act iv THE TEMPTER 107 
 
 The following song may be sung by the Devil in 
 place of " The Castaways " in Act II. 
 
 The Devil's Galop. 
 
 Oh, ride a cock-horse! My jolly cock-horse! 
 
 Woohoop ! Woohoop, and away ! 
 All gallop and spatter! All rattle and clatter! 
 At the end, there's the Devil to pay! 
 Yes, the Devil to pay! 
 Well, what of that, pray? 
 Let us live while we may! 
 For dogs have their day! 
 So jump up and away! 
 Down the primrosy slope, to the door without hope ! 
 It's woohoop! Woohoop, and away! 
 
 The merry broad road ! The easy broad road ! 
 
 Woohoop ! Woohoop, and away ! 
 Oh, look how they're rushing! They're jostling and 
 crushing! 
 Good folks, oh, whither away? 
 Heyday, and heyday! 
 Take us with you, pray ! 
 All our friends go that way ! 
 It's merry as May ! 
 Jog along ! don't delay ! 
 Oh, the junketing throng ! We go gadding along! 
 It's woohoop ! Woohoop, and away ! 
 
108 THE TEMPTER act iv 
 
 There's a beggar astride ! We know where he'll ride ! 
 
 Woohoop ! Woohoop, and away ! 
 He'll ride to the Devil ! He'll ride to the Devil ! 
 Why not, when we all go that way ? 
 Yes, we all go that way ! 
 Sad to say ! Sad to say ! 
 All the wise go that way ! 
 Alack and heyday ! 
 And the fools go that way! 
 All the world will be there ! Yet there's room and to 
 spare ! 
 So woohoop ! Woohoop, and away! 
 
 Kings, beggars, and all! Wise fools, great and small! 
 
 Woohoop ! Woohoop, and away ! 
 They'll ride to the Devil ! They'll ride to the Devil ! 
 Once there, he'll persuade them to stay! 
 Yes, he'll ask them to stay ! 
 They won't say him nay ! 
 Lack-a-day ! Lack-a-day ! 
 He'll beg them to stay! 
 It's heyday, and heyday! 
 They'll ne'er come away! 
 Lack-a-day ! Lack-a-day ! 
 No, never away ! 
 Sad to say ! Sad to say ! 
 The behindmost he'll snatch ! And the foremost he'll 
 catch! 
 So woohoop ! Woohoop, and away ! 
 
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