# Dramas (Baillie)/The Separation/Act 1

THE SEPARATION.
ACT I.
SCENE I.—A Chamber, with a great Screen at the bottom of the Stage, behind which part of a Bed is seen, and Voices heard as the Curtain draws up, while Pietro and Gomez are discovered on the front, looking from a half opened door, as if listening.
GOMEZ.
PIETRO.
GOMEZ.
He ever wore, ev'n in his days of health,
The scowling eye of an unquiet mind, And some black deed disturbs his end. Ev'n so;
Thy face confirms it.
PIETRO.
[Exeunt, shutting the door softly, while Ludoviquo and Gauvino come forward from behind the screen.]
GAUVINO (looking earnestly at Ludoviquo, before he speaks).
LUDOVIQUO.
GAUVINO.
Hast thou more serious thoughts?
LUDOVIQUO.
Whate'er my thoughts may be.
GAUVINO.
He speaks like one more forced to utterance
By agony of mind than the brain's sickness.
The circumstances of the horrid deed;
The wond'rous fleetness of his gallant steed
Which bore Count Garcio through the forest paths——
LUDOVIQUO.
GAUVINO.
Made mention of its name or of its end,
But, when we prais'd its fleetness, frown'd in silence.
I've wonder'd oft at this, but thought no ill.
LUDOVIQUO.
Making, as then he did, a lover's suit
To the fair Margaret, Ulrico's sister,—
That he should murder him.
GAUVINO.
LUDOVIQUO.
GAUVINO.
His suit as most presumptuous. But for this,
Her brother's sudden end, the lovely maid
Had ne'er been Garcio's wife.
LUDOVIQUO.
Have on the mind of this poor dying wretch
Impress'd dark fancies, which the fever'd brain
Shapes into actual deed. Oh, it is horrible!
Canst thou believe one of his noble race
Could do a deed befitting ruffian hands,
And only such? Had he thus wickedly
Devised Ulrico's death, some hir'd assassin
Had done the bloody work, not his own hands.
GAUVINO.
To this, the goodliest seat our country boasts?
Although his countess oft hath urged him to it,
He hath not since his marriage here resided,— Nay, hath not pass'd a night within these walls:
And, but that he is absent at the wars,
Ev'n though the recent earthquake has in ruins
His other castle laid, and forced us thence, This mansion had remain'd untenanted.
LUDOVIQUO.
(Voice heard behind the screen.)
LUDOVIQUO.
He had been sunk into a state of stupor.
Go thou and watch by him, Gauvino; haste!
For steps approach, and none must be admitted.
(Gauvino retires behind the screen; and Ludoviquo, running to the door, meets Sophera, and endeavours to prevent her entering.)
Thou may'st not come: he's still; he is asleep:
Thou canst not see him.
(Voice heard again.)
SOPHERA.
Nay, let me pass; I will not be withheld.
My lady follows me with some good drug
To chafe his brow, poor wretch! and give him comfort.
LUDOVIQUO.
She must not see him; foul unwholesome air
Has made the chambers noxious. Hie thee back,
And say she must not come.
SOPHERA.
Ev'n from the sick bed of her meanest servant,
Hath she stood fearfully aloof, when comfort
Could be administer'd.—
I've seen the pain-rack'd wretch smile in his pain
To see his lady's sweetly pitying face
Peep past his ragged curtain, like a gleam
Of kindly sunshine, bidding him good morrow.
And thinkest thou now, from this poor dying man,
The oldest faithful follower of her lord,
To keep her back with such a plea as this?
LUDOVIQUO.
The sick man is distorted—grown, and changed,
Fearful to look upon: a lady's gentleness
May not such sight abide.
SOPHERA.
Hast thou forgotten when those wounded soldiers
Lay near our walls, after a bloody skirmish
Left on the field from which their comrades fled,
How she did stand, with steady master'd pity,
'Midst horrid sights from which her women fled
With looks averted, till each bleeding wretch
Was bound and comforted? Distorted, sayest thou!
Who goes to chambers of disease and death
To look on pleasant sights?
(Voice again.)
SOPHERA.
(Ludoviquo pressing her back as she presses eagerly towards the screen, whilst Gauvino comes forward to assist him.)
LUDOVIQUO.
Such cursed obstinacy! art thou mad?
If thou regard'st thy lady's peace of mind,
Fly, I conjure thee, and prevent her coming.
Enter Countess behind them.
COUNTESS.
LUDOVIQUO (who starts on seeing her).
COUNTESS.
LUDOVIQUO.
(She stilt endeavours to pass.)
No, no! he is not; be entreated, madam!
COUNTESS.
LUDOVIQUO.
O, be entreated, then!
(Voice again.)
Yet I must share the curse.
LUDOVIQUO.
(Gauvino again retires as before.)
COUNTESS.
LUDOVIQUO.
But quit the chamber. O, for Heaven's sake, go!
[Exeunt Ludoviquo, hurrying off the Countess and Sophera.
SCENE II.
A small Anteroom or Passage.
Enter Pietro and Gomez by opposite sides.
GOMEZ.
PIETRO.
I heard, just now, the chamber-door unlock'd.
I'll keep my station here, and see him pass.
GOMEZ.
PIETRO.
His hood is drawn: would I could see his face!
He is the cousin of our seneschal,— I'll speak to him.
Enter a Friar, walking hastily across the Stage.
Good father! give your blessing: How is your penitent?
[Friar waves him off with his hand, and exit.
GOMEZ.
PIETRO.
(Shaking his head.)
No, no! it hath a dark and rueful look.
Well: God be praised! these hands are free from blood.
[Exeunt.
SCENE III.
The Apartment of the Countess; she is discovered pacing to and fro with slow, thoughtful steps, then stops short, and stands in a musing posture some time before she speaks aloud.
'Tis often thus; so are we framed by nature.
How oft the fitful wind or sullen bell
Will utter to the ear distinctive words,
According with the fancy's wild conceptions!
So are the brains of sick and frenzied men
Stored with unreal and strange imaginations.
So strongly stands opposed, the baleful power
To fix this misery on me? This is madness!
Enter Sophera behind.
Is't thee, Sophera?
SOPHERA.
COUNTESS.
Done to the corse?
SOPHERA.
COUNTESS.
I wish'd to see him.
SOPHERA.
Had breath'd his last, and quickly left the castle.
COUNTESS.
Why look'st thou on me with that fearful eye?
Think'st thou the ravings of a frenzied mind
Have power to move me?
SOPHERA.
Why should they move you? Well, the dismal story
Of that most dismal murder, here committed
By hands unknown, might to a sickly brain
Such thoughts create of nothing.
COUNTESS.
SOPHERA.
Come to his end?
COUNTESS.
SOPHERA.
COUNTESS.
SOPHERA.
And say that in his castle, by his servants,
He was discover'd in the eastern tower
Murder'd. But, doubtless, 'tis a tale of falsehood,
Since 'tis to thee unknown.
COUNTESS (sinking back into a chair).
Could such a fate be thine!
It makes me weep to think it possible, Yet I believe it not.
SOPHERA.
COUNTESS.
Do not regard it; I shall soon be better.
(Trumpet sounds without.)
A trumpet! then some martial guest approaches.
O most unwelcome!
SOPHERA.
COUNTESS.
SOPHERA.
To join the army, and hath made a halt
Here in our nearest town to rest his men.
So said his servant, whom I found this morning
Lurking within the castle; and I guess
His warlike lord is come.
COUNTESS.
Go thou; plead my excuse: I am unwell;
Say what thou wilt, but let me be excused.
Enter Rovani.
ROVANI.
The vanguard of his band; and, as I trust,
Bearing no dismal tidings.
COUNTESS.
And, as in truth I trust—my lord is well!
ROVANI.
Garcio returns! where he has done the service
Of an undaunted powerful combatant,
To that of a right skilful leader join'd.
He is not one of your reserved chiefs, Who, pointing with their dainty fingers, thus, Say, "Go, my friends, attack yon frowning ranks."
No, by my faith! with heavy cimeter
He closes to the bloody work himself,
And to the carnage of each grizly field
Brings his full tale of death.
COUNTESS (shrinking back).
ROVANI.
But in your hall or bower, where ladies smile,
Who is more gentle? Thus it often is:
A lady feels not on her soldier's hand,
That softly presses her more gentle palm,
The deaths which it has dealt.
SOPHERA.
The count must have in thee an able second.
ROVANI.
More rudely press thy snowy arm, fair maid,
Because this graven jewel was the gift
Of a great Moorish princess, whose rude foe
I slew before her eyes?
SOPHERA.
Snapp'd at her robe or sandal'd heels, belike.
ROVANI.
SOPHERA.
How far behind thee is the noble count?
COUNTESS.
ROVANI.
The war has ended sooner than we guess'd, And we have made good speed.
COUNTESS.
ROVANI.
COUNTESS.
But gladness comes with pain. I will retire, And for a moment strive to calm this tremor.
(To Sophera.) Follow me not. [Exit.
ROVANI (looking after her as she goes off).
Of a good lord's return from foreign lands
By wedded dame received; but so received,
Never till now. How's this? What is the matter?
How shall a simple bachelor, as I am, Have thoughts of this bless'd state, if such as she
Cold and capricious prove?
SOPHERA.
Old Baldwin, whom his master left behind,
That faithful servant, died with us this morning.
ROVANI.
Well, we have brought you thirsty throats enow
To drink his fun'ral wassals. Ay, poor Baldwin!
A hardy knave thou wert in better days, If I had known of this. Heaven rest his soul!
I had not sounded my approach so cheerly.
SOPHERA.
We took you for Tortona's warlike lord, Who, to refresh his passing troops, we hear,
Has made a halt:—I thought——
ROVANI.
Why dost thou hesitate?—I will explain it.
I've brought you disappointment.
SOPHERA.
ROVANI.
But,—ere I go,—how does the infant heir?
I must tell Garcio I have seen his boy.
SOPHERA.
Provoking smiles of love from every face
That looks upon him, be it e'er so stern.
ROVANI.
How oft and fondly hath he talk'd of him!
Though but a little grasp of shapeless life,
With puling whine, just winking to the light,
As I remember well, when Garcio left him.
SOPHERA.
ROVANI.
The bear doth love his cub, bear though he be:
But Garcio is a man of strong affections.
Come, pray thee, lead.
[Exeunt.