Abounding with all fortitude of soul I ever knew you. Here's St. Tibba's thumb, SCENE IX.-A Corridor in a Monastery at Sheen. Two Monks. First Monk. He slept two hours-no more; then "Methinks it raineth "-pointing with his hand; And as he pointed, lo! it rained apace ! Second Monk. Against such blows what body of mortal man Could e'er hold out? He's on the way to heaven Unless he deal more mildly with his flesh. First Monk. He raised his body-which is just his bones Upon one hand, and crossed himself and groaned. And quoth he, “Hast thou seen the holy Dunstan? ” I answered, "Yes, and on his wasted hand hour He plies it for a double "De Profundis." At this Enter ATHULF, attended by the King's Jester, GRIMBALD. Athulf. Is Father Dunstan here? Second Monk. God save you, holy Sirs! My son, he is. He rose at five. I gave him his hair shirt. First Monk. At four he called for me and sate upright, And on his hand appeared Athulf. I pray you tell him Earl Athulf, on an errand from the King, Would be beholden to his courtesy For some three minutes of his time. Second Monk. My Lord, Unless your business be of instant haste Athulf. No? But, Sirs, it is in haste—in haste extreme— Matters of State, and hot with haste. Second Monk. My Lord, We will so say, but truly at this present He is about to scourge himself. Athulf. I'll wait. For a King's ransom would I not cut short So good a work. pray you, for how long? Second Monk. For twice the "De Profundis"-sung in slow time. Athulf. Please him to make it ten times, I will wait. And could I be of use, this knotted trifle, This dog-whip here, has oft been worse employed. where stand The poor, whose feet he washes after penance, Plying the blood-stained lash. Tread softly, Sirs, SCENE X.-An Oratory. DUNSTAN, in a shirt of sackcloth, stained with blood, reclines on a pallet of straw. ODO stands near him. Two Choristers are closing their books. Odo. How farest thou, brother? Dunstan. But strong in spirit. Choristers, retire. Brother, weak in flesh [Exeunt Choristers. Brother, behoves us to compel our thoughts Turn them, so long averted. What tidings hear'st thou ? Odo. Say, in brief, Still a gathering round Of the King's forces, trooping to the call Of Rehoboam's councillor, rash Earl Athulf. Dunstan. Son of perdition, he affronts his fate! But there are more than he. Odo. At Hastings still Earl Leolf stands aloof; but holds his power In present preparation. With blasting and with mildew shall they perish! Shall they be smitten, the young man and the virgin, Terror within them and a sword without ! One way against us shall their host come forth, ATHULF is heard without, singing: Sinks the sun with a smile, Though his heart's in his mouth, And night comes the while With a sigh from the south. Like them, Love, are you, In your coming and flying, For you smiled me adieu, And you welcome me sighing. Dunstan. What mumming knave is here ?-Brother, I say, Their host shall flee; the anger of the Just Shall smoke against them.-Nay, again! What, ho! GRIMBALD is heard without, singing : There was a maid that was a jade, Four lovers true had she? One did so dote that he cut his own throat. Dunstan. What, ho! are we attended? Are there Of juggling mountebanks that bellow and sing? Bridferth. Sir, the Earl Athulf, from my Lord the King, Accompanied by his Highness's chief jester, Expects the end of your observances, And entertains his patience. |