Red Headed Stepchild
(The Barrett family memoir of Navy Life)
by Sophie Ruth Meranski with photos
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: XANTHOS letter to New York Post Jan 24, 1928 New York Evening Post Friday January 7, 1928 Letter was written Tuesday, January 24, 1928 by "XANTHOS" Name of talking horse in Homer's ILIAD. Latin school pseudonym of John Berchmans Barrett who thought term meant 'red-head' or facetiously applied it to his own prognostications of danger like Homer's horse. The more usual translation is "blond" or "chestnut". TITLE: "Sees Need of Strong Navy" To the editor of the Evening Post: Sir It may seem 'smart' for Senators or others to deride what they do not understand.Just because the Navy spends its best energies "on the job" instead of sobbing about the difficulties imposed upon it by incompetence and indifference of alleged statesmen when laws and treaties are made, it seems the fashion to belittle the serious effects that must be faced by the Navy if and when any other nation or group of nations decides to attempt to take forcibly things they sorely need from our plenteous supply.= So I wonder then: What would be adequate then? Is the contest between Standard Oil and Dutch Shell a type of contest for control of products which might easily lead to international difficulties? Will nations fight to get their share of the necessaries of life? Will words feed the hungry or win battles? = Can our present high standards of living, comfort, and luxury be maintained if our foreign trade is curtailed or even held stationary at present volume? Is there any better use for life than to spend it in support and defense of home and country? = Give the Navy at least half a chance to save you from your own folly by providing it with at least a few items of modern equipment that the other have. [despite their poverty] instead of spending all in wasteful luxury, rum chasing, building post offices in deserts and giving idlers useless work at fancy salaries with which to support night clubs and other sybaritic parasitical growths.= Otherwise who knows even the Navy might get discouraged and join the wasters in the last made whirl before the final..."end of available text - end should be available in New York Post files January 1928. |
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DUPLICATE now on 67-1187 or 1186 p 68 #1192 Year: 1927_ Notebook Four p 142 FULTZ "From USS MARBLEHEAD Manila 22 January 1928 to Third Naval District Dear Barrett: Your note just reached me here Your inquiry about the pictures brought back memories of Honolulu. These pictures came a long time ago with explicit instructions to send you a set and with inquiries about you. So I am enclosing them. = everything aboard is fine, Barrett,old man. Our new captain is a corker. We all like him immensely. I'm communications officer nnow. I never realized life on a cruiser could be so pleasant. My twenty-seven months of engine room infernal heat was about enough for me. I'm regaining lost weight now = I miss you, Barrett. Our friendly discussions netted me a lot of information. Our wardroom is ptretty tame now as Wells is gone too. Nobody has any ideas any more, or if they do they seem to be afraid to air them. We've been here two weeks, rather a dull place. We hope for Shanghai soon. As for returning to America, we don't give it a thought any more. Presumably, we are here for life, so if in one lifetime we are ordered back, it will just be a pleasant surprise, that's all. = Sincerely, your old shipmate Deacon Fultz." |
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Sophie Barrett took a great interest in the genetic research of Dr. Robert Weinberg, fist person to describe the DNA sequence of a cancer gene or "oncogene".His research has also focused on tumor suppressor genes, including those of retinoblastoma and colon cancer. This photo is from jacket of his November 1998 popular text, "The Renegade Cell." His wife Amy's mother Mrs. Albert Shulman of Hartford, Connecticut was the foster daughter of Sophie Barrett's widower father David Meranski around 1930, after Sophie's mother died of gall bladder cancer September 1925. John Barrett junior visited Rachel and Albert Shulman 1975 at their farm west of Bennington Vermont at Pleasant Valley Farm on Pleasant Valley Road south of Route Five,, and also at their Hartford home Thanksgiving 1989. Several of the Shulman family are in medicine andbiology including including Sally a pediatric geneticist and Rachel's son Mark, a neurobiologist now in Toronto, who kindly visited Sophie's Mount Holyoke college classmate, Betty Giles Howard, when she was being observed with motor neuron disease at National Institute of Health, Washington, D.C. Robert Weinberg and Amy Shulman have a son and a daughter now college & high school age. John Barrett had an opportunity to meet them when they appeared on "Cambridge Forum" Radio Program recorded at Unitarian Church Harvard Square chaired by Reverend Herb Vetter, who ran Cambridge Forum brilliantly many years. |
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#1194 Rodney W. Long of Winchester was 1957 Harvard classmate of John Barrett, jr. - they took same Econmics I section wth Robert Dederick and Government Regulation of Industry with Charles Cherington. Rod played freshan basketball - went into Naval Aviation - visited Ireland fishing - sent this 1998 photo from Massachusetts Admiral Bloch that ALL Navy dependents were to be evacuated as quickly as ships could be made available.When Gertrude Rice learned that Jack would be working on the dock all Christmas Day loading the evacuees aboard several ships, to be convoyed by three destroyers & a cruiser,she invited John & me to share Christmas dinner with her & Paul -risky as she lived near the Army's Fort Derussy in Waikiki, but it was within walking distance of our house.Carrying our gas masks,John & I walked to Gertrude's apartment, where she gave us a most delicious turkey dinner.When John asked for more peaches with his turkey,Gertrude hesitated, as they were brandied peaches.We had just finished eating when Jack apeared-tired & unfed at three o'clock in the afternoon.Gertrude gave him a good dinner,but he had to leave immediately because he was evacuating thousands of frightened wounded & dependent women with unruly children-with lines miles long waiting to get on the ships.Many women & children had given up their homes & were unfed. Jack saw our friend Mrs. Jean Nelson (from Panama days) standing in line with her two sons-ages about five & seven-at least a mile from the ship trying to control the two boys & watch her luggage at the same time.Jack called a couple of sailors to help her with her bags,& then he went aboard with her & gave her a lovely big room on the Matson Line's LURLINE.She was very pleased when he had an extra cot put in for Eric,the younger boy,so the family could be together in one cabin.Jack ordered her trunk taken to her cabin-a great privilege as most passengers could get nothing from their trunks during the voyage,because the trunks were in the hold.Later Gene Nelson wrote me that many of the children had no warm clothes for the cold weather of San Francisco about New Year's Day,& many had no shoes or stockings, which children generally do not use in Hawaii.One evening when the order came to "Darken Ship," some women thought they heard,"Abandon Ship," & there was temporary panic-but that soon suibsided.The destroyers of the convoy occasionally dropped depth charges for suspected submarines,but the voyage was not too harrowing.GENE NELSON letter June 24,l970 "widow of Captain Paul Nelson,who had been a young boat officer on the survey ship HANNIBAL when Jack was "exec" & who was aboard the mine layer OGLALA on December 7,l94lwhen she was sunk & who died some time ago- a letter about her evacuation by Jack onthe LURLINE Christmas Day l94l.Her son Paul junior was graduated from the Naval Academy & became a submariner- & her sonEric became a Naval aviator,but Eric was killed in a mountain acident recently.Gene herself passed away from a heart condition in March l97l. There were our good Navy friends,who visited at our house in West Roxbury in the l950's for Sunday dinner. In her letter Gene wrote,' Dear Sophie: Paul had (p.ll9f)the duty December 6-7 l94l aboard the OGLALA usually referred to as THAT old minelayer.I did not know he was alive until 2;30 pm The wife of the skipper 'Colonel' Speight located me at Kay Tompkins' where I had gone after I picked upthe children at Saint Andrews Episcopal Church.Kalaimaku Street was an evacuation area,so that it was senseless totry to go home. I went on home with the boys-Paul junior & Eric after spending the day getting up & down a rickety ladder with them & hiding under a reinforced concrete culvert.Later Paul & the paymaster came home-Paul trying to whistle & in khaki as the uniform was changed from whites to try to catch any possible saboteurs.I forget how I got the word,but I went downtown to have the boys evacuated wight away.Later I was informed I had to go along.A might telephone call told me to report for evacuation at a downtown pier.Somehow I had trunks,suitcases & even a toy or two with us.All our Christmas presents had sunk on the OGLALA December 7, l94l.(Paul jr was about eight & Eric about five) A cot was put in a lovely room on the LURLINE now renamed the MATSONIA.It was made up about sundown for Eric.The sheets felt odd,& next morning we found they were pure linen from the lanai suites! We had nothing to bathe in for 4 l/2 days but cold salt water. We had sailed on December 26,l94l accompaniedby two cruisers- one of them the St. LOUIS,& five destroyers.The destroyers ran around like mad that afternoon tossing over "ash cans" (depth charges).They were kept very busy tossing over depth charges p ll9g as we had all four of the Matson liners in convoy. We had aboard I believe thirty-eight of the burn cases.The boys went belting down a main staircase & almost ran into one, one day.I threatened them with everything I knew if theyt did it again. The gallant suffering burned boy (sailor) kept telling me he kknew they meant no harm. have keen hearing.One night over the loudspeaker came "Prepare to darken ship."Over a hundred people paniced,as they [thought they]heard,"Prepare to abandon ship." My table mates bolted,but I grabbed an arm of each boy & told them to stay seated.Took quite a while to restore order.One evening some others were in our assigned places.We were put at a small table against the wall-I had some words,believe me with the steward- & we went back to our table for breakfast & kept on there.The stewards were quite surly. I heard later that at disembarkation at San Francisco they were marched off & sent to a recruiting office - or else...I cannot vouch for the story.They should have been,because the children were given a patented cooked cereal every day & diarrhea was rampant,you may imagine. One morning I was talking to a lovely older lady & mentioned I was worried about all the children I saw barefooted & in cotton only.Our boys had their little but too small coats & caps & were warm enough to land in San Francisco within two days. I bet it was twenty minutes later when over the loud speaker came a request that anyone who could spare clothes report to deck room- I had been talking with a General's wife.She got things done that I a Lieutenant's wife coould only worry about.We docked on a beautiful day at Pier 32 San Francisco.I managed to reach a phone & called Paul's sister-at work of course.I could hear her call over her shoulder,"My brother's wife & boys are here from Pearl Harbor-'bye,bosss."When she came to pick us up, I told ner "Open the front & back doors. We've had only cold salt water in which to wash for 4 l/2 days." On the dock were plenty of warm donations which should have been sent to Honolulu.Plenty of time for it. The Red Cross was there selling orange juice, coffee, milk for anickel apiece. A good friend of mine had on the same slacksuit for three days & I asked if she had any other clothes.Everything of hers had been put in the hold & no person could go look.She came down to our room & I outfitted her with a brand new suit from Sears Roebuck & even had thread & needle for her to shorten the pants- all thanks to your Jack having given orders for all our baggage to go in our lovely big room. This is July 5 now- I get sidetracked by this lousy heart & my sixty-first birthday on July 3. As ever,Gene Nelson." THE OGLALA haD PREVIOUSLY BEEN A FALL RIVER liner But she was almost always tied up at Pearl Harbor. On December 7,l94l she lay next to the cruiser HELENA at 1010 dock & capsized.She was tied up so slong that a family of birds built a nest in her funnel. |
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#1195 p 68 From pre-1870 tintype. His parents were Robert Barrett and Catherine Daly who died Dec. 18, 1859 and about February 1863, The lived in downtown Boston 1840s, moved to "Cork Village" area of West Broadway South Boston before 1850 census and appear in directories 1850-52 at A and W. Third and Athens St. corner Second near present Gillette factory - where Mary was born 1841 - then they appear in records 1855 on Goddard Street in Washington Village. former Dorchester, which became West Eighth Street near St. Augustine Church. Michael went to middle west in butcher or cattle business - his younger brother John Robert went to lived with a baker Michael Thompson - business on West Broadway - home at 640 E. Seventh St., east of L St. between L and M Sts. John Robert spent some time with his brother in midwest possibly Illinois or Iowa- returned to South Boston - at age fifteen 1870 was listed in U.S. census at TRhompson house on East Seventh St. -was apprenticed to master plumber William S. Locke - paid poll tax in boston 1875, 1876, 1877,- married Cather Agnes Buckley April 29, 1884 at Gate of Heaven Church-became father of Jack Barrett born August 28, 1889 - moved to Melrose after wife's beath June 8, 1889 strated own plumbing shop October 1890. A 1911 letter of cousin Robert Joseph Mehegan states that Michael Barrett visited Boston "when the Grand Army were having their covention" - which he said was 1891 - but records show was August 1890. Then Robert Mehegan heard Michael was living for a time in Somerville, New Jersey. Thereafter the is no record of Michael, except that Jack Barrett around 1915 heard some report his uncle Michael was in Lewes Delaware, and wrote his aunt Kate Barrett in San Francisco to see if she had any information. Her 1915 reply said, "It's news to me." This was the eight page letter in which she talked about the women's suffrage movement in California, the 1915 San franciusco World's Fair celebrating opening of Panama Canal 1914--the emergency of an Irish American Tumulty as Woodrow Wilson's press secretary,--and her concern about the violence of the IWW International Workers of the World- she said, "I wish they would go to Kamchatcka or Patagonia - I don't care which." At this date Jack lived in Washington D.C. on A St. southeast wqrking for Naval Hytdrographic office. He saw Secretary of State William Jenning Bryan at State, War, and Navy Building, and marched in Woodrow Wilson's second inaugual March 4, 1917 as member of D.C. Naval Militia. Michael's hair appeared light in original tintype stolen 1993. |
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The Barretts lived on second floor from September 1939 through June 1940 with view across "The Narrows" toward New Jersey,Statue of Liberty and a large red illuminated WRIGLEY's chewing gun sign prominently visible every night. In February 1940 Jack Barrett showed family and visitors an infrequent grouping of the five bright planets Mercury, Venus, Mars, Jupiter, and Saturn after sunset.Jack often repeated John's playful remark that "he hoped that Venus wouldn't get stuck in the chewing gum." In his youth Jack was far-sighted and had exceptional distance vision: 20/15 - he could resolve at twenty foot distance what the average person can see at distance of fiften feet. He had experience of many types of gunnery - possibly beginning in Boston Latin School, but continuing in Revenue Cutter School, including landing force exercises Gardiners Bay 1910; D.C. Naval Militia beginning 1915 with 1916 summer training cruise - active duty at sea World War I 1917-1918, - instructor Officer Material School Newport News Virginia late 19l8- experience with battleships guns WYOMING 1922-23, study of TACTICS, Naval War College 1923-4, Asiatic Fleet gunnery competition won by gunboat TULSA with Jack Barrett as ship gunnery officer working with William W. Paca in charge of Marines- then landing force exercises 1936 Culebra Puerto Rico commanding destroyer CLAXTON. Lacquer chest at right was appraised 1968 at value of thousand dollars by auctioneer Leonard Sheifeld of Boston - later stolen. It had inlaid jade, turpoise, mother of pearl. Next to it a 1940 Christmas poinsetta sits on the largest of a set of nested black teakwood Chinese tables with matching chow bench bought 1931.Getrude and Paul Rice had several similar chow benches. Army doctor's wife Mrs. Mendelssohn bought a laquer chest that was originally part of a pair with this one. On wall are two photos of Algeria that Jack purchased at Algiers New Year's Eve 1924 on light cruiser MARBLEHEAD shakedown cruise.Joan Rooney from downstairs apartment appears in a group of photos December 1940 in Barrett apartment. Her mother fixed lunch for the Barretts that day they felt for Hawaii June 30, 1941. Mrs. Rooney died during World War II. The Barretts saw her remarried husband George 1958 the only time they revisited Brooklyn, when they attended wedding of Sophie's nephew, David Geetter to Joan Trouboff. |
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Bill French's father Frank was one ofthe first five campers when John Porter started Camp Kabeyun summer 1924. Bill's first season was 1954. He specialized in canoeing with Peter Nathan and latter others and sang in Gilbert and Sullivan "Gondoliers" and other operettas. His mother was always exceptionally courteous to Sophie Barrett on her many summer weekend visits to camp.Bill graduated from Rutgers University New Jersey about 1963. The Barretts frequently visited the French family home in Woburn, where Bill's father's father lived with them in 1950s. ----- THE YEOMEN OF THE GUARD or The Merryman and His Maid Book by W.S. GILBERT Music by ARTHUR SULLIVAN First produced at the Savoy Theatre in London, England,on October 3, 1888. THE YEOMEN OF THE GUARD DRAMATIS PERSONAE SIR RICHARD CHOLMONDELEY [pronounced Chum'lee] (Lieutenant of the Tower) Baritone COLONEL FAIRFAX (under sentence of death) Tenor SERGEANT MERYLL (of the Yeomen of the Guard) Bass/BaritoneLEONARD MERYL(his son) Tenor JACK POINT (a Strolling Jester) Light Baritone WILFRED SHADBOLT (Head Jailer and Assistant Tormentor) Bass/Baritone THE HEADSMAN Non-singing FIRST YEOMAN BaritoneSECOND YEOMAN TenorTHIRD YEOMAN[optional] Baritone FOURTH YEOMAN [optional] Tenor FIRST CITIZEN ChorusSECOND CITIZEN Chorus ELSIE MAYNARD (a Strolling Singer) Soprano PHOEBE MERYLL(Sergeant Meryll's Daughter) Mezzo-Soprano DAME CARRUTHERS (Housekeeper to the Tower) Contralto KATE (her Niece) Soprano Chorus of YEOMEN of the Guard, GENTLEMEN, CITIZENS, etc.SCENE: Tower Green 16th Century THE YEOMEN OF THE GUARD MUSICAL NUMBERS Overture ACT I 1. When maiden loves, she sits and sighs (INTRODUCTION AND SONG) Phoebe 1A. When jealous torments rack my soul (OPTIONAL SONG) Wilfred 2. Tower warders, Under orders (DOUBLE CHORUS) People and Yeomen, with Solo 2nd Yeoman 3. When our gallant Norman foes (SONG WITH CHORUS) Dame Carruthers and Yeomen 3A. A laughing boy (OPTIONAL SONG) Sergeant Meryll 4. Alas! I waver to and fro (TRIO) Phoebe, Leonard, and Meryll 5. Is life a boon? (BALLAD) Fairfax 6. Here's a man of jollity (CHORUS) People, Elsie, and Jack Point 7. I have a song to sing, O! (DUET) Elsie and Point 8. How say you, maiden, will you wed (TRIO) Elsie, Point, and Lieutenant 9. I've jibe and joke (SONG) Point 10.'Tis done! I am a bride! (RECITATIVE AND SONG) Elsie 11. Were I thy bride (SONG) Phoebe 12. Oh, Sergeant Meryll, is it true (FINALE OF ACT I) Ensemble Act II 13. Night has spread her pall once more (CHORUS AND SOLO)People, Yeomen, and Dame Carruthers 14. Oh! a private buffoon is a light-hearted loon (SONG) Point 15. Hereupon we're both agreed (DUET) Point and Wilfred 16. Free from his fetters grim (BALLAD) Fairfax 17. Strange adventure! (QUARTET)Kate,Dame, Carruthers, Fairfax and Sergeant Meryll 18. Hark! What was that, sir? (SCENE) Elsie, Phoebe, DameCarruthers, Fairfax. Wilfred, Point, Lieutenant, Sergeant Meryll, and Chorus 19. A man who would woo a fair maid (TRIO) Fairfax, Elsie, and Phoebe 20. When a wooer goes a-wooing (QUARTET) Elsie, Phoebe, Fairfax, and Point 21. Rapture, rapture! (DUET) Dame Carruthers and Sergeant Meryll 22. Comes the pretty young bride (FINALE) Ensemble ACT I [Scene.- Tower Green][Phoebe discovered spinning. No. 1. When maiden loves, she sits and sighs (INTRODUCTION and SONG) Phoebe PHOEBE When maiden loves, she sits and sighs, She wanders to and fro; Unbidden tear-drops fill her eyes,And to all questions she replies,With a sad "Heigh-ho!"'Tis but a little word--"Heigh-ho!" So soft, 'tis scarcely heard--"Heigh-ho!"An idle breath--Yet life and death May hang upon a maid's "Heigh-ho!" When maiden loves, she mopes apart, As owl mopes on a tree; Although she keenly feels the smart, She cannot tell what ails her heart, With its sad "Ah, me!" 'Tis but a foolish sigh--"Ah, me!"Born but to droop and die--"Ah, me!" Yet all the sense Of eloquence Lies hidden in a maid's "Ah, me!" Yet all the sense Of eloquenceLies hidden in a maid's "Ah, me!""Ah, me!", "Ah,me!" Yet all the sense Of eloquence Lies hidden in a maid's "Ah, me!" [PHOEBE weeps [Enter WILFRED WILFRED Mistress Meryll! PHOEBE[looking up] Eh! Oh! it's you, is it? You may go away,if you like. Because I don't want you, you know. WILFRED Haven't you anything to say to me? PHOEBE Oh yes! Are the birds all caged? The wild beasts all littered down? All the locks, chains, bolts, and bars in good order? Is the Little Ease sufficiently comfortable? The racks, pincers, and thumbscrews all ready for work? Ugh! you brute! WILFRED These allusions to my professional duties are in doubtful taste. I didn't become a head-jailer because I like head-jailing. I didn't become an assistant-tormentor because I like assistant-tormenting. We can't all be sorcerers, you know. [PHOEBE is annoyed] Ah! you brought that upon yourself. PHOEBE Colonel Fairfax is not a sorcerer. He's a man of science and an alchemist. WILFRED Well, whatever he is, he won't be one for long, for he's to be beheaded to-day for dealings with the devil. His master nearly had him last night, when the fire broke out in the Beauchamp [pronounced Bee'cham]Tower. PHOEBE Oh! how I wish he had escaped in the confusion! But take care; there's still time for a reply to his petition for mercy. WILFRED Ah! I'm content to chance that. This evening at half-past seven-- ah! [Gesture of chopping off a head.] PHOEBE You're a cruel monster to speak so unfeelingly of the death of a young and handsome soldier. WILFRED Young and handsome! How do you know he's young and handsome? PHOEBE Because I've seen him every day for weeks past taking his exercise on the Beauchamp [pronounced Bee'cham] Tower. WILFRED Curse him! PHOEBE There, I believe you're jealous of him, now. Jealous of a man I've never spoken to! Jealous of a poor soul who's to die in an hour! WILFRED I am! I'm jealous of everybody and everything. I'm jealous of the very words I speak to you-- because they reach your ears-- and I mustn't go near 'em! PHOEBE How unjust you are! Jealous of the words you speak to me! Why, you know as well as I do that I don't even like them. WILFRED You used to like 'em. PHOEBE I used to pretend I like them. It was mere politeness to comparative strangers. [Exit PHOEBE, with spinning wheel WILFRED I don't believe you know what jealousy is! I don't believe you know how it eats into a man's heart-- and disorders his digestion-- and turns his interior into boiling lead. Oh, you are a heartless jade to trifle with the delicate organization of the human interior.No.1A. When jealous torment(OPTIONALSONG) WilfredWILFRED When jealous torments rack my soul, My agonies I can't control,Oh, better sit on red hot coal Than love a heartless jade. The red hot coal will hurt no doubt, But red hot coals in time die out, But jealousy you can not rout,Its fires will never fade. It's much less painful on the whole To go and sit on red hot coal 'Til you're completely flayed,Or ask a kindly friend to crack Your wretched bones upon the rack Than love a heartless jade,Than love a heartless jade. The kerchief on your neck of snow I look on as a deadly foe, It goeth where I dare not go And stops there all day long.The belt that holds you in its grasp Is to my peace of mind a rasp, It claspeth what I can not clasp,Correct me if I'm wrong. It's much less painful on the whole To go and sit on red hot coal 'Til you're completely flayed, Or ask a kindly friend to crack Your wretched bones upon the rack Than love a heartless jade,Than love a heartless jade. The bird that breakfasts on your lip, I would I had him in my grip, He sippeth where I dare not sip, I can't get over that. The cat you fondle soft and sly, He layeth where I dare not lie. We're not on terms, that cat and I. I do not like that cat. It's much less painful on the whole To go and sit on red hot coal 'Til you're completely flayed, Or ask a kindly friend to crack Your wretched bones upon the rack Than love a heartless jade, Than love a heartless jade.Or ask a kindly friend to crack Your wretched bones upon the rack Than love a heartless jade. [Exit WILFRED. Enter people excitedly, followed by YEOMEN of the Guard with SERGEANT MERYLL at rear. No. 2. Tower warders, Under orders (Double Chorus) CROWD and YEOMEN, with Solo 2ND YEOMEN CROWD Tower warders,Under orders, Gallant pikemen, valiant sworders! Brave in bearing, Foemen scaring, In their bygone days of daring Ne'er a stranger There to danger- Each was o'er the world a ranger: To the story Of our glory Each a bold, a bold contributory! YEOMEN In the autumn of our life, Here at rest in ample clover,We rejoice in telling over Our impetuous May and June.In the evening of our day, With the sun of life declining, We recall without repining All the heat of bygone noon,We recall withoutrepining All the heat, We recall, recall All of bygone noon. 2ND YEOMAN This the autumn of our life, This the evening of our day; Weary we of battle strife, Weary we of mortal fray. But our year is not so spent, And our days are not so faded,But that we with one consent, Were our loved land invaded,Still would face a foreign foe, As in days of long ago,Still would face a foreign foe,As in days of long ago, As in days of long ago,As in days of long ago. YEOMEN Still would face a foreign foe,As in days of long ago. CROWD Tower warders,Under orders,Gallant pikemen, valiant sworders!Brave in bearing, Foemen scaring, In their bygone days of daring! CROWD YEOMEN Tower warders, This the autumn of our life Under orders, Gallant pikemen, Valiant sworders Brave in bearing, This the evening of our day; Foemen scaring, In their bygone days of daring! Ne'er a stranger Weary we of battle strife, There to danger Each was o'er the world a ranger: To the story Weary we of mortal fray. Of our glory Each a bold,A bold contributory. To the story This the autumn of our life. Of our glory Each a bold contributory! This the evening of ourday Each a bold contributory! This the evening of our day. [Exit CROWD. Manent YEOMEN. Enter DAME CARRUTHERS. DAME A good day to you! 2ND YEOMAN Good day, Dame Carruthers. Busy to-day? DAME Busy, aye! the fire in the Beauchamp [pronounced Bee'cham] last night has given me work enough. A dozen poor prisoners-- Richard Colfax, Sir Martin Byfleet, Colonel Fairfax, Warren the preacher-poet, and half-a- score others-- all packed into one small cell, not six feet square. Poor Colonel Fairfax, who's to die to- day, is to be removed to no. 14 in the Cold Harbour that he may have his last hour alone with his confessor; and I've to see to that. 2ND YEOMAN Poor gentleman! He'll die bravely. I fought under him two years since, and he valued his life as it were feather! PHOEBE He's the bravest, the handsomest, and the best young gentleman in England! He twice saved my father's life; and it's a cruel thing, a wicked thing, and a barbarous thing that so gallant a hero should lose his head-- for it's the handsomest head in England! DAME For dealings with the devil. Aye! if all were beheaded who dealt with him, there'd be busy things on Tower Green. PHOEBE You know very well that Colonel Fairfax is a student of alchemy-- nothing more, and nothing less; but this wicked Tower, like a cruel giant in a fairy-tale, must be fed with blood, and that blood must be the best and bravest in England, or it's not good enough for the old Blunderbore. Ugh! DAME Silence, you silly girl; you know not what you say. I was born in the old keep, and I've grown grey in it, and, please God, I shall die and be buried in it; and there's not a stone in its walls that is not as dear to me as my right hand. No. 3. When our gallant Norman foes (SONG WITH CHORUS) Dame Carruthers and Yeomen DAME When our gallant Norman foes Made our merry land their own, And the Saxons from the Conqueror were flying, At his bidding it arose, In its panoply of stone, A sentinel unliving and undying. Insensible, I trow, As a sentinel should be, Though a queen to save her head should come a-suing, There's a legend on its brow That is eloquent to me, And it tells of duty done and duty doing. The screw may twist and the rack may turn, And men may bleed and men may burn, O'er London town and its golden hoard I keep my silent watch and ward! CHORUS The screw may twist and the rack may turn, O'er London town and all its hoard, And men may bleed and men may burn, O'er London town and all its hoard, O'er London town and its golden hoard I keep my silent watch and ward! DAME Within its wall of rock The flower of the brave Have perished with a constancy unshaken. From the dungeon to the block, From the scaffold to the grave, Is a journey many gallant hearts have taken. And the wicked flames may hiss Round the heroes who have fought For conscience and for home in all its beauty, But the grim old fortalice Takes little heed of aught That comes not in the measure of its duty. The screw may twist and the rack may turn, And men may bleed and men may burn, O'er London town and its golden hoard I keep my silent watch and ward! CHORUS The screw may twist and the rack may turn, O'er London town and all its hoard, And men may bleed and men may burn, O'er London town and all its hoard, O'er London town and its golden hoard I keep my silent watch and ward! [Exeunt all but PHOEBE. Enter SERGEANT MERYLL. PHOEBE Father! Has no reprieve arrived for the poor gentleman? MERYLL No, my lass; but there's one hope yet. Thy brother Leonard, who, as a reward for his valour in saving his standard and cutting his way through fifty foes who would have hanged him, has been appointed a Yeoman of the Guard, will arrive to-day; and as he comes straight from Windsor, where the Court is, it may be--it may be-- that he will bring the expected reprieve with him. PHOEBE Oh, that he may! MERYLLAmen to that! For the Colonel twice saved my life, and I'd give the rest of my life to save his! And wilt thou not be glad to welcome thy brave brother, with the fame of whose exploits all England is a-ringing? PHOEBE Aye, truly, if he brings the reprieve. MERYLL And not otherwise? PHOEBE Well, he's a brave fellow indeed, and I love brave men. MERYLL All brave men? PHOEBE Most of them, I verily believe! But I hope Leonard will not be too strict with me-- they say he is a very dragon of virtue and circumspection! Now, my dear old father is kindness itself, and---- MERYLL And leaves thee pretty well to thine own ways, eh? Well, I've no fears for thee; thou hast a feather-brain, but thou'rt a good lass. PHOEBE Yes, that's all very well, but if Leonard is going to tell me that I may not do this and I may not do that, and I must not talk to this one, or walk with that one, but go through the world with my lips pursed up and my eyes cats down, like a poor nun who has renounced mankind-- why, as I have not renounced mankind, and don't mean to renounce mankind, I won't have it-- there! MERYLL Nay, he'll not check thee more than is good for thee,Phoebe! He's a brave fellow, and bravest among brave fellows, and yet it seems but yesterday that he robbed the Lieutenant's orchard. No. 3A. A laughing boy (OPTIONAL SONG)Sergeant Meryll MERYLL A laughing boy but yesterday, A merry urchin blithe and gay, Whose joyous shout came ringing out Unchecked by care or sorrow.Today a warrior all sunbrown,When deeds of soldierly renown Are not the boast of London town, A veteran tomorrow, today a warrior, A veteran tomorrow! When at my Leonard's deeds sublime,A soldier's pulse beats double time, And grave hearts thrill as brave hearts will.At tales of martial glory. I burn with flush of pride and joy,A pride unbittered by alloy,To find my boy, my darling boy,The theme of song and story, To find my darling boy The theme of song and story! To find my boy, my darling boy,The theme of song and story! [Enter LEONARD MERYLL -LEONARD Father! MERYLL Leonard! my brave boy! I'm right glad to see thee, and so is Phoebe! PHOEBE Aye-- hast thou brought Colonel Fairfax's reprieve? LEONARD Nay, I have here a despatch for the Lieutenant, but no reprieve for the Colonel! PHOEBE Poor gentleman! poor gentleman! LEONARD Aye, I would I had brought better news. I'd give my right hand-- nay,my body-- my life,to save his! MERYLL Dost thou speak in earnest, my lad? LEONARD Aye, father-- I'm no braggart. Did he not save thy life? and am I not his foster-brother? MERYLL Then hearken to me. Thou hast come to join the Yeomen of the Guard! LEONARD Well? MERYLL None has seen thee but ourselves? LEONARD And a sentry, who took scant notice of me. MERYLL Now to prove thy words. Give me the despatch and get thee hence at once! Here is money, and I'll send thee more. Lie hidden for a space, and let no one know. I'll convey a suit of Yeoman's uniform to the Colonel's cell-- he shall shave off his beard, so that none shall know him, and I'll own him as my son, the brave Leonard Meryll, who saved his flag and cut his way through fifty foes who thirsted for his life. He will be welcomed without question by my brother- Yeomen, I'll warrant that. Now, how to get access to the Colonel's cell? [To PHOEBE] The key is with they sour-faced admirer, Wilfred Shadbolt. PHOEBE [demurely] I think-- I say, I think-- I can get anything I want from Wilfred. I think-- mind I say, I think-- you may leave that to me. MERYLL Then get thee hence at once, lad-- and bless thee for this sacrifice. PHOEBE And take my blessing, too, dear, dear Leonard! LEONARD And thine. eh? Humph! Thy love is newborn; wrap it up carefully, lest it take cold and die. No. 4. Alas! I waver to and fro (TRIO) Phoebe, Leonard, and Meryll PHOEBE Alas! I waver to and fro! Dark danger hangs upon the deed! ALL Dark danger hangs upon the deed! LEONARD The scheme is rash and well may fail; But ours are not the hearts that quail, The hands that shrink, the cheeks that pale In hours of need! ALL No, ours are not the hearts that quail, The hands that shrink, the cheeks that pale The hands that shrink, the cheeks that pale In hours of need! MERYLL The air I breathe to him I owe: My life is his-- I count it naught! PHOEBEand LEONARD That life is his--so count it naught! MERYLL And shall I reckon risks I run When services are to be done To save the life of such an one? Unworthy thought! Unworthy thought! PHOEBE and LEONARD And shall we reckon risks we run To save the life of such an one? ALL Unworthy thought! Unworthy thought! We may succeed-- who can foretell? May heav'n help our hope-- May heav'n help our hope, farewell! May heav'n help our hope, Help our hope, farewell! [LEONARD embraces MERYLL and PHOEBE, and then exits. PHOEBE weeping. MERYLL [goes up to PHOEBE] Nay, lass, be of good cheer, we may save him yet. PHOEBE Oh! see, after-- they bring the poor gentleman from the Beauchamp! [pronounced Bee'cham] Oh, father! his hour is not yet come? MERYLL No, no-- they lead him to the Cold Harbour Tower to await his end in solitude. But softly-- the Lieutenant approaches! He should not see thee weep. [Enter FAIRFAX, guarded by YEOMEN. The LIEUTENANT enters, meeting him. LIEUT. Halt! Colonel Fairfax, my old friend, we meet but sadly. FAIRFAX Sir, I greet you with all good-will; and I thank you for the zealous acre with which you have guarded me from the pestilent dangers which threaten human life outside. In this happy little community, Death, when he comes, doth so in punctual and business-like fashion; and, like a courtly gentleman, giveth due notice of his advent, that one may not be taken unawares. LIEUT. Sir, you bear this bravely, as a brave man should. FAIRFAX Why, sir, it is no light boon to die swiftly and surely at a given hour and in a given fashion! Truth to tell, I would gladly have my life; but if that may not be, I have the next best thing to it, which is death. Believe me, sir, my lot is not so much amiss! PHOEBE [aside to MERYLL] Oh, father, father, I cannot bear it! MERYLL My poor lass! FAIRFAX Nay, pretty one, why weepest thou? Come, be comforted.Such a life as mine is not worth weeping for. [sees MERYLL] Sergeant Meryll, is it not? [to LIEUTENANT] May I greet my old friend? [Shakes MERYLL's hand; MERYLL begins to weep] Why, man, what's all this? Thou and I have faced the grim old king a dozen times, and never has his majesty come to me in such goodly fashion. Keep a stout heart, good fellow-- we are soldiers, and we know how to die, thou and I. Take my word for it, it is easier to die well than to live well-- for, in sooth, I have tried both. No. 5. Is life a boon? Fairfax FAIRFAX Is life a boon? If so, it must befall That Death, whene'er he call, Must call too soon. Though fourscore years he give, Yet one would pray to live Another moon! What kind of plaint have I, Who perish in July, who perish in July? I might have had to die, Perchance, in June! I might have had to die, Perchance, in June! Is life a thorn? Then count it not a whit! Nay, count it not a whit! Man is well done with it; Soon as he's born He should all means essay To put the plague away; And I, war-worn, Poor captured fugitive,My life most gladly give--I might have had to live, Another morn! I might have had to live, Another morn! [At the end, PHOEBE is led off,weeping, by MERYLL. FAIRFAX And now, Sir Richard, I have a boon to beg. I am in this strait for no better reason than because my kinsman, Sir Clarence Poltwhistle, one of the Secretaries of State, has charged me with sorcery, in order that he may succeed in my estate, which devolves to him provided I die unmarried. LIEUT. As thou wilt most surely do. FAIRFAX Nay, as I will most surely not do, by your worship's grace! I have a mind to thwart this good cousin of mine. LIEUT. How? FAIRFAX By marrying forthwith, to be sure! LIEUT.But heaven ha' mercy, whom wouldst thou marry? FAIRFAX Nay, I am indifferent on that score. Coming Death hath made of me a true and chivalrous knight, who holds all womankind in such esteem that the oldest, and the meanest, and the worst-favoured of them is good enough for him. So, my good Lieutenant, if thou wouldst serve a poor soldier who has but an hour to live, find me the first that comes-- my confessor shall marry us, and her dower shall be my dishonoured name and a hundred crowns to boot. No such poor dower for an hour of matrimony! LIEUT. A strange request. I doubt that I should be warranted in granting it. FAIRFAX There never was a marriage fraught with so little of evil to the contracting parties. In an hour she'll be a widow, and I-- a bachelor again for aught I know! LIEUT. Well, I will see what can be done, for I hold thy kinsman in abhorrence for the scurvy trick he has played thee. FAIRFAX A thousand thanks, good sir; we meet again in this spot in an hour or so. I shall be a bridegroom then,and your worship will wish me joy.Till then, farewell. [To GUARD] I am ready, good fellows. [Exit with GUARD into Cold Harbour Tower] LIEUT. He is a brave fellow, and it is a pity that he should die. Now, how to find him a bride at such short notice? Well, the task should be easy! [Exit] [Enter JACK POINT and ELSIE MAYNARD, pursued by a CROWD of men and women. POINT and ELSIE are much terrified; POINT, however, assuming an appearance of self-possession. No. 6. Here's a man of jollity (CHORUS)People, Elsie, and Jack Point CHORUS Here's a man of jollity, Jibe, joke, jollify! Give us of your quality,Come, fool, follify! If you vapour vapidly, River runneth rapidly, Into it we fling Fool who doesn't follify, Bird who doesn't sing! Give us an experiment In the art of merriment; Into it we throw Cock who doesn't crow! Banish your timidity, And with all rapidity Give us quip and quiddity-- Willy-nilly, O! River none can mollify Into it we throw Fool who doesn't follify, Cock who doesn't crow! Banish your timidity, And with all rapidity Give us quip and quiddity- Willy-nilly, O! POINT [alarmed] My masters, I pray you bear with us, and we will satisfy you, for we are merry folk who would make all merry as ourselves. For, look you, there is humour in all things, and the truest philosophy is that which teaches us to find it and to make the most of it. ELSIE [struggling with 1ST CITIZEN] Hands off, I say,unmannerly fellow! [she boxes his ears] POINT [to 1ST CITIZEN] Ha! Didst thou hear her say, "Hands off"? 1ST CITIZEN Aye, I heard her say it, and I felt her do it! What then? POINT Thou dost not see the humour of that? 1STCITIZEN Nay, if I do, hang me! POINT Thou dost not? Now, observe. She said, "Hands off! "Whose hands? Thine. Off whom? Off her. Why? Because she is a woman. Now, had she not been a woman, thine hands had not been set upon her at all. So the reason for the laying on of hands is the reason for the taking off of hands, and herein is contradiction contradicted! It is the very marriage of pro with con; and no such lopsided union either, as times go, for pro is not more unlike con than man is unlike woman-- yet men and women marry every day with none to say, "Oh, the pity of it!" but I and fools like me! Now wherewithal shall we please you? We can rhyme you couplet, triolet, quatrain, sonnet,rondolet, ballade,what you will. Or we can dance you saraband, gondolet,carole, pimpernel, or Jumping Joan. ELSIE Let us give them the singing farce of the Merryman and his Maid - therin is song and dance too!ALL Aye, the Merryman and his Maid! No. 7. I have a song to sing, O!(DUET) Elsie and Point POINT I have a song to sing, O! ELSIE Sing me your song, O! POINT It is sung to the moon By a love-lorn loon, Who fled from the mocking throng, O! It's a song of a merryman, moping mum, Whose soul was sad, and whose glance was glum, Who sipped no sup, and who craved no crumb, As he sighed for the love of a ladye. Heighdy! heighdy! Misery me--lack-a-day-dee! He sipped no sup, and he craved no crumb, As he sighed for the love of a ladye! ELSIE I have a song to sing, O! POINT Sing me your song, O! ELSIE It is sung with the ringOf the songs maids sing Who love with a love life-long, O! It's the song of a merrymaid, peerly proud, Who loved a lord, and who laughed aloud At the moan of the merryman, moping mum, Whose soul was sad, and whose glance was glum, Who sipped no sup, and who craved no crumb, As he sighed for the love of a ladye! Heighdy! heighdy! Misery me--lack-a-day-dee! He sipped no sup, and he craved no crumb, As he sighed for the love of a ladye! POINT I have a song to sing, O! ELSIE Sing me your song, O! POINT It is sung to the knell Of a churchyard bell, And a doleful dirge, ding dong, O! It's a song of a popinjay, bravely born, Who turned up his noble nose with scorn At the humble merrymaid, peerly proud, Who loved a lord, and who laughed aloud At the moan of the merryman, moping mum, Whose soul was sad, and whose glance was glum, Who sipped no sup, and who craved no crumb, As he sighed for the love of a ladye! Heighdy! heighdy! Misery me--lack-a-day-dee! He sipped no sup, and he craved no crumb, As he sighed for the love of a ladye! ELSIE I have a song to sing, O! POINT Sing me your song, O! ELSIE It is sung with a sigh And a tear in the eye, For it tells of a righted wrong, O! It's a song of the merrymaid, once so gay, Who turned on her heel and tripped away From the peacock popinjay, bravely born, Who turned up his noble nose with scorn At the humble heart that he did not prize: So she begged on her knees, with downcast eyes, For the love of the merryman, moping mum, Whose soul was sad, and whose glance was glum, Who sipped no sup, and who craved no crumb, As he sighed for the love of a ladye! BOTH Heighdy! heighdy! Misery me--lack-a-day-dee! His pains were o'er, and he sighed no more, For he lived in the love of a ladye! Heighdy! heighdy! Misery me--lack-a-day-dee! His pains were o'er, and he sighed no more, For he lived in the love of a ladye! 1ST CITIZEN Well sung and well danced! 2NDCITIZEN A kiss for that, pretty maid! ALL Aye, a kiss all round. [CROWD gathers around her] ELSIE [drawing dagger] Best beware! I am armed! POINT Back, sirs-- back! This is going too far. 2ND CITIZEN Thou dost not see the humour of it, eh? Yet there is humour in all things-- even in this. [Trying to kiss her] ELSIE Help! Help! [Enter LIEUTENANT with GUARD. CROWD falls back LIEUT. What is the pother? ELSIE Sir, we sang to these folk, and they would have repaid us with gross courtesy, but for your honour's coming. LIEUT. [to CROWD] Away with ye! Clear the rabble. [GUARDS push CROWD off, and go off with them] Now, my girl, who are you, and what do you here? ELSIE May it please you, sir, we are two strolling players, Jack Point and I, Elsie Maynard, at your worship's service. We go from fair to fair, singing, and dancing, and playing brief interludes; and so we make a poor living. LIEUT. You two, eh? Are ye man and wife? POINT No, sir; for though I'm a fool, there is a limit to my folly. Her mother, old Bridget Maynard, travels with us (for Elsie is a good girl), but the old woman is a- bed with fever, and we have come here to pick up some silver to buy an electuary for her. LIEUT. Hark ye, my girl! Your mother is ill? ELSIE Sorely ill, sir. LIEUT. And needs good food, and many things that thou canst not buy? ELSIE Alas! sir, it is too true. LIEUT. Wouldst thou earn an hundred crowns? ELSIE An hundred crowns! They might save her life! LIEUT. Then listen! A worthy but unhappy gentleman is to be beheaded in an hour on this very spot. For sufficient reasons, he desires to marry before he dies, and he hath asked me to find him a wife. Wilt thou be that wife? ELSIE The wife of a man I have never seen! POINT Why, sir, look you, I am concerned in this; for though I am not yet wedded to Elsie Maynard, time work wonders, and there's no knowing what may be in store for us. Have we your worship's word for it that this gentleman will die to-day? LIEUT. Nothing is more certain, I grieve to say. POINT And that the maiden will be allowed to depart the very instant the ceremony is at an end? LIEUT. The very instant. I pledge my honour that it shall be so. POINT An hundred crowns? LIEUT. An hundred crowns! POINT For my part, I consent. It is for Elsie to speak. No. 8. How say you, maiden, will you wed (TRIO) Elsie, Point, and Lieutenant LIEUT. How say you, maiden, will you wed A man about to lose his head? For half an hour You'll be his wife, And then the dower Is your for life. A headless bridegroom why refuse?If truth the poets tell,Most bridegrooms, 'ere they marry,Lose both head and heart as well! ELSIE A strange proposal you reveal, It almost makes my senses reel. Alas! I'm very poor indeed, And such a sum I sorely need. My mother, sir, is like to die. This money life may bring. Bear this in mind, I pray, If I consent to do this thing! POINT Though as a general rule of life I don't allow my promised wife, My lovely bride that is to be, To marry anyone but me, Yet if the fee is promptly paid, And he, in well-earned grave, Within the hour is duly laid, Objection I will waive! Yes, objection I will waive! ALL Temptation, oh, temptation, Were we, I pray, intended To shun, what e'er our station, Your fascinations splendid; Or fall, whene'er we view you, Head over heels into you? Head over heels, Head over heels, Head over heels into you! Head over heels, Head over heels, Head over heels, Right into you! Head over heels, Head over heels, etc. Temptation, oh, temptation! [During this, the LIEUTENANT has whispered to WILFRED (who has entered). WILFRED binds ELSIE's eyes with a kerchief, and leads her into the Cold Harbour Tower LIEUT. And so, good fellow, you are a jester? POINT Aye,sir,and like some of my jests, out of place. LIEUT. I have a vacancy for such an one. Tell me, what are your qualifications for such a post? POINT Marry, sir, I have a pretty wit. I can rhyme you extempore; I can convulse you with quip and conundrum;I have the lighter philosophies at my tongue's tip; I can be merry, wise, quaint, grim, and sardonic, one by one, or all at once; I have a pretty turn for anecdote; I know all the jests-- ancient and modern-- past, present, and to come; I can riddle you from dawn of day to set of sun, and, if that content you not, well on to midnight and the small hours. Oh, sir, a pretty wit, I warrant you-- a pretty, pretty wit! No. 9. I've jibe and joke (SONG)Point POINT I've jibe and joke And quip and crank For lowly folk And men of rank. I ply my craft And know no fear. But aim my shaft At prince or peer. At peer or prince-- at prince or peer, I aim my shaft and know no fear! I've wisdom from the East and from the West, That's subject to no academic rule; You may find it in the jeering of a jest, Or distil it from the folly of a fool. I can teach you with a quip, if I've a mind; I can trick you into learning with a laugh; Oh, winnow all my folly, folly, folly, and you'll find A grain or two of truth among the chaff! Oh, winnow all my folly, folly, folly, and you'll find A grain or two of truth among the chaff! I can set a braggart quailing with a quip, The upstart I can wither with a whim; He may wear a merry laugh upon his lip, But his laughter has an echo that is grim. When they're offered to the world in merry guise, Unpleasant truths are swallowed with a will, For he who'd make his fellow, fellow, fellow creatures wise Should always gild the philosophic pill! For he who'd make his fellow, fellow, fellow creatures wise Should always gild the philosophic pill! LIEUT. And how came you to leave your last employ? POINT Why, sir, it was in this wise. My Lord was the Archbishop of Canterbury, and it was considered that one of my jokes was unsuited to His Grace's family circle. In truth, I ventured to ask a poor riddle,sir-- Wherein lay the difference between His Grace and poor Jack Point? His Grace was pleased to give it up, sir. And thereupon I told him that whereas His Grace was paid 10,000 a year for being good, poor Jack Point was good-- for nothing. 'Twas but a harmless jest, but it offended His Grace, who whipped me and set me in the stocks for a scurril rogue, and so we parted. I had as lief not take post again with the dignified clergy. LIEUT. But I trust you are very careful not to give offence. I have daughters. POINT Sir, my jests are most carefully selected, and anything objectionable is expunged. If your honour pleases, I will try then first on your honour's chaplain. LIEUT. Can you give me an example? Say that I had sat me down hurriedly on something sharp? POINT Sir, I should say that you had sat down on the spur of the moment. LIEUT. Humph! I don't think much of that. Is that the best you can do? POINT It has always been much admired, sir, but we will try again. LIEUT. Well, then, I am at dinner, and the joint of meat is but half cooked. POINT Why then, sir, I should say that what is underdone cannot be helped. LIEUT. I see. I think that manner of thing would be somewhat irritating. POINT At first, sir, perhaps; but use is everything, and you would come in time to like it. LIEUT. We will suppose that I caught you kissing the kitchen wench under my very nose. POINT Under her very nose, good sir-- not under yours! That is where I would kiss her. Do you take me? Oh, sir, a pretty wit-- a pretty, pretty wit! LIEUT. The maiden comes. Follow me, friend, and we will discuss this matter at length in my library. POINT I am your worship's servant. That is to say, I trust I soon shall be. But, before proceeding to a more serious topic, can you tell me, sir, why a cook's brain-pan is like an overwound clock? LIEUT. A truce to this fooling-- follow me. POINT Just my luck; my best conundrum wasted! [Exeunt LIEUTENANT and POINT. Enter ELSIE from Tower, led by WILFRED, who removes the bandage from her eyes, and exits. No. 10. 'Tis done! I am a bride!(RECITATIVE AND SONG) ElsieELSIE 'Tis done! I am a bride! Oh, little ring, That bearest in thy circlet all the gladness That lovers hope for, and that poets sing, What bringest thou to me but gold and sadness? A bridegroom all unknown, save in this wise, To-day he dies! To-day, alas, he dies! Though tear and long-drawn sigh Ill fit a bride, No sadder wife than I The whole world wide! Ah me! Ah me! Yet maids there be Who would consent to lose The very rose of youth, The flow'r of life, To be, in honest truth, A wedded wife, No matter whose! No matter whose! Ah me! what profit we, O maids that sigh, Though gold, though gold should live If wedded love must die? Ere half an hour has rung, A widow I! Ah, heaven, he is too young, Too brave to die! Ah me! Ah me! Yet wives there be So weary worn, I trow, That they would scarce complain, So that they could In half an hour attain To widowhood, No matter how! No matter how! O weary wives Who widowhood would win, Rejoice, rejoice, that ye have time To weary in. O weary wives Who widowhood would win,Rejoice, rejoice, rejoice, that ye have time O weary, weary wives, rejoice! [Exit ELSIE as WILFRED re-enters. WILFRED [looking after ELSIE] 'Tis an odd freak for a dying man and his confessor to be closeted alone with a strange singing girl. I would fain have espied them,but they stopped up the keyhole. My keyhole! [Enter PHOEBE with SERGEANT MERYLL. MERYLL remains in the background, unobserved by WILFRED. PHOEBE [aside] Wilfred-- and alone! WILFRED Now what could he have wanted with her? That's what puzzles me! PHOEBE [aside] Now to get the keys from him. [Aloud] Wilfred-- has no reprieve arrived? WILFRED None. Thine adored Fairfax is to die. PHOEBE Nay, thou knowest that I have naught but pity for the poor condemned gentleman. WILFRED I know that he who is about to die is more to thee than I, who am alive and well. PHOEBE Why, that were out of reason, dear Wilfred. Do they not say that a live ass is better than a dead lion? No, I didn't mean that! WILFRED Oh, they say that, do they? PHOEBE It's unpardonably rude of them, but I believe they put it in that way. Not that it applies to thee, who art clever beyond all telling! WILFRED Oh yes, as an assistant-tormentor. PHOEBE Nay, as a wit, as a humorist, as a most philosophic commentator on the vanity of human resolution. [PHOEBE slyly takes bunch of keys from WILFRED's waistband and hands them to MERYLL, who enters the Tower, unnoticed by WILFRED. WILFRED Truly, I have seen great resolution give way under my persuasive methods [working with a small thumbscrew]. In the nice regulation of a thumbscrew-- in the hundredth part of a single revolution lieth all the difference between stony reticence and a torrent of impulsive unbosoming that the pen can scarcely follow. Ha! ha! I am a mad wag. PHOEBE [with a grimace] Thou art a most light-hearted and delightful companion, Master Wilfred. Thine anecdotes of the torture-chamber are the prettiest hearing. WILFRED I'm a pleasant fellow an' I choose. I believe I am the merriest dog that barks. Ah, we might be passing happy together-- PHOEBE Perhaps. I do not know. WILFRED For thou wouldst make a most tender and loving wife. PHOEBE Aye, to one whom I really loved. For there is a wealth of love within this little heart-- saving up for-- I wonder whom? Now, of all the world of men, I wonder whom? To think that he whom I am to wed is now alive and somewhere! Perhaps far away, perhaps close at hand! And I know him not! It seemeth that I am wasting time in not knowing him. WILFRED Now say that it is I-- nay! suppose it for the nonce.Say that we are wed-- suppose it only-- say that thou art my very bride, and I thy cherry, joyous, bright,frolicsome husband-- and that, the day's work being done, and the prisoners stored away for the night,thou and I are alone together-- with a long, long evening before us! PHOEBE [with a grimace] It is a pretty picture-- but I scarcely know. It cometh so unexpectedly-- and yet--and yet-- were I thy bride-- WILFRED Aye!-- wert thou my bride--? PHOEBE Oh, how I would love thee! No. 11. Were I thy bride (SONG)Phoebe PHOEBE Were I thy bride, Then all the world beside Were not too wide To hold my wealth of love-- Were I thy bride! Upon thy breast My loving head would rest, As on her nest The tender turtle dove-- Were I thy bride! This heart of mine Would be one heart with thine, And in that shrine Our happiness would dwell-- Were I thy bride! And all day long Our lives should be a song: No grief, no wrong Should make my heart rebel-- Were I thy bride! The silvery flute, The melancholy lute, Were night-owl's hoot To my low-whispered coo-- Were I thy bride! The skylark's trill Were but discordance shrill To the soft thrill Of wooing as I'd woo-- Were I thy bride! [MERYLL re-enters; gives keys to PHOEBE, who replaces them at WILFRED's girdle, unnoticed by him. Exit MERYLL. The rose's sigh Were as a carrion's cry To lullaby Such as I'd sing to thee, Were I thy bride! A feather's press Were leaden heaviness to my caress. But then, of course, you see, I'm not thy bride. [Exit PHOEBE WILFRED No, thou'rt not-- not yet! But, Lord, how she woo'd; I should be no mean judge of wooing, seeing that I have been more hotly woo'd than most men. I have been woo'd by maid, widow, and wife, timidly, tearfully, shyly-- by direct assault, by suggestion, by implication, by inference, and by innuendo. But this wooing is not of the common order; it is the wooing of one who must needs me, if she die for it! [Exit WILFRED. Enter SERGEANT MERRILL, cautiously, from Tower. MERYLL [looking after them] The deed is, so far, safely accomplished. The slyboots, how she wheedled him! What a helpless ninny is a love-sick man! He is but as a lute in a woman's hands-- she plays upon him whatever tune she will. But the Colonel comes. I' faith, he's just in time, for the Yeomen parade here for his execution in two minutes! [Enter FAIRFAX, without beard and moustache, and dressed in Yeoman's uniform. FAIRFAX My good and kind friend, thou runnest a grave risk for me! MERYLL Tut, sir, no risk. I'll warrant none here will recognise you. You make a brave Yeoman, sir! So-- this ruff is too high; so-- and the sword should hang thus.Here is your halbert, sir; carry it thus. The Yeomen come. Now, remember, you are my brave son, Leonard Meryll. FAIRFAX If I may not bear mine own name, there is none other I would bear so readily. MERYLL Now, sir, put a bold face on it, for they come. No. 12. Oh, Sergeant Meryll, is it true (FINALE OF ACT I) Ensemble [Enter YEOMEN of the Guard YEOMEN Oh, Sergeant Meryll, is it true-- The welcome news we read in orders? Thy son, whose deeds of derring-do Are echoed all the country through, Has come to join the Tower Warders? If so, we come to meet him, That we may fitly greet him, And welcome his arrival here With shout on shout and cheer on cheer, Hurrah! Hurrah! Hurrah! MERYLL Ye Tower warders, nursed in war's alarms,Suckled on gunpowder, and weaned on glory, Behold my son, whose all-subduing arms Have formed the theme of many a song and story! Forgive his aged father's pride; nor jeer His aged father's sympathetic tear![Pretending to weep] YEOMEN Leonard Meryll! Leonard Meryll! Dauntless he in time of peril!Man of power, Knighthood's flower, Welcome to the grim old Tower, To the Tower, welcome thou! FAIRFAX Forbear, my friends, and spare me this ovation,I have small claim to such consideration; The tales that of my prowess are narrated Have been prodigiously exaggerated, prodigiously exaggerated! YEOMEN 'Tis ever thus! Wherever valor true is found, True modesty will there abound. 1ST YEOMAN Didst thou not, oh, Leonard Meryll! Standard lost in last campaign, Rescue it at deadly peril-- Bear it safely back again? YEOMEN Leonard Meryll, at his peril, Bore it safely back again! 2ND YEOMAN Didst thou not, when prisoner taken, And debarred from all escape, Face, with gallant heart unshaken, Death in most appalling shape? YEOMEN Leonard Meryll, faced his peril, Death in most appalling shape! FAIRFAX [aside] Truly I was to be pitied, Having but an hour to live, I reluctantly submitted,I had no alternative! FAIRFAX [aloud] Oh! the tales that are narrated Of my deeds of derring-do Have been much exaggerated, Very much exaggerated, Scarce a word of them is true! Scarce a word of them is true! YEOMEN They are not exaggerated, Not at all exaggerated, Could not be exaggerated, Ev'ry word of them is true! 3RD YEOMAN [optional] You, when brought to execution, Like a demigod of yore, With heroic resolution Snatched a sword and killed a score. YEOMEN [optional] Leonard Meryll, Leonard Meryll Snatched a sword and killed a score! 4TH YEOMAN [optional] Then escaping from the foemen, Boltered with the blood you shed, You, defiant, fearing no men, Saved your honour and your head! YEOMEN [optional] Leonard Meryll, Leonard Meryll Saved his honour and his head. FAIRFAX [optional] True, my course with judgement shaping, Favoured, too, by lucky star, I succeeded in escaping Prison-bolt and prison bar! FAIRFAX [optional] Oh! the tales that are narrated Of my deeds of derring-do Have been much exaggerated, Very much exaggerated, Scarce a word of them is true! Scarce a word of them is true! YEOMEN [optional] They are not exaggerated, Not at all exaggerated, Could not be exaggerated, Ev'ry word of them is true! [Enter PHOEBE. She rushes to FAIRFAX. Enter WILFRED. PHOEBE Leonard! FAIRFAX [puzzled] I beg your pardon? PHOEBE Don't you know me? I'm little Phoebe! FAIRFAX [still puzzled] Phoebe? Is this Phoebe? What! little Phoebe? [aside] Who the deuce may she be? It can't be Phoebe, surely? WILFRED Yes, 'tis Phoebe-- Your sister Phoebe! Your own little sister! YEOMEN Aye, he speaks the truth; 'Tis Phoebe! FAIRFAX [pretending to recognise her] Sister Phoebe! PHOEBE Oh, my brother! FAIRFAX Why, how you've grown! I did not recognize you! PHOEBE So many years! Oh, brother! FAIRFAX Oh, my sister! BOTH Oh, brother!/Oh, sister! WILFRED Aye, hug him, girl! There are three thou mayst hug-- Thy father and thy brother and-- myself! FAIRFAX Thyself, forsooth? And who art thou thyself? WILFRED Good sir, we are betrothed. [FAIRFAX turns inquiringly to PHOEBE PHOEBE Or more or less-- But rather less than more! WILFRED To thy fond care I do commend thy sister. Be to her An ever-watchful guardian-- eagle-eyed! And when she feels (as sometimes she does feel) Disposed to indiscriminate caress, Be thou at hand to take those favours from her! YEOMEN Be thou at hand to take those favours from her!PHOEBE Yes, yes. Be thou at hand to take those favours from me! WILFRED To thy fraternal care Thy sister I commend; From every lurking snare Thy lovely charge defend; And to achieve this end, Oh! grant, I pray, this boon-- Oh! grant this boon She shall not quit my sight; From morn to afternoon-- From afternoon to night-- From sev'n o'clock to two-- From two to eventide-- From dim twilight to 'lev'n at night, From dim twilight to 'lev'n at night She shall not quit my side! YEOMEN From morn to afternoon-- From afternoon to 'lev'n at night She shall not quit thy side! PHOEBE So amiable I've grown, So innocent as well, That if I'm left alone The consequences fell No mortal can foretell. So grant, I pray, this boon-- Oh! grant this boon I shall not quit thy sight: From morn to afternoon-- From afternoon to night-- From sev'n o'clock to two-- From two to eventide-- From dim twilight to 'lev'n at night From dim twilight to 'lev'n at night I shall not quit thy side! YEOMEN From morn to afternoon-- From afternoon to 'lev'n at night She shall not quit thy side! FAIRFAX With brotherly readiness, For my fair sister's sake, At once I answer "Yes"-- That task I undertake-- My word I never break. I freely grant that boon, And I'll repeat my plight. From morn to afternoon-- [kiss] From afternoon to night-- [kiss] From sev'n o'clock to two-- [kiss] From two to evening meal-- [kiss] From dim twilight to 'lev'n at night, From dim twilight to 'lev'n at night, That compact I will seal. [kiss] YEOMEN From morn to afternoon, From afternoon to 'lev'n at night He freely grants that boon. [The bell of St. Peter's begins to toll. The CROWD enters; the block is brought on to the stage, and the HEADSMAN takes his place. The YEOMEN of the Guard form up. The LIEUTENANT enters and takes his place, and tells off FAIRFAX and two others to bring the prisoner to execution. WILFRED, FAIRFAX, and TWO YEOMEN exeunt to Tower. CHORUS The prisoner comes to meet his doom; The block, the headsman, and the tomb. The funeral bell begins to toll; May Heav'n have mercy on his soul! May Heav'n have mercy on his soul! ELSIE Oh, Mercy, thou whose smile has shone So many a captive heart upon; Of all immured within these walls, To-day the very worthiest falls! ALL Oh, Mercy, thou whose smile has shone So many a captive heart upon; Of all immured within these walls, The very worthiest falls. Oh, Mercy, Oh, Mercy! [Enter FAIRFAX and TWO YEOMEN from Tower in great excitement. FAIRFAX My lord! I know not how to tell The news I bear! I and my comrades sought the pris'ner's cell-- He is not there! ALL He is not there! They sought the pris'ner's cell-- he is not there! FAIRFAX AND TWO YEOMEN As escort for the prisoner We sought his cell, in duty bound; The double gratings open were, No prisoner at all we found! We hunted high, we hunted low, We hunted here, we hunted there-- The man we sought with anxious care Had vanished into empty air! The man we sought with anxious care Had vanished into empty air! [Exit LIEUTENANT WOMEN Now, by my troth, the news is fair, The man has vanished into air! ALL As escort for the prisoner We/they sought his cell in duty bound; The double gratings open were, No prisoner at all we/they found, We/they hunted high, we/they hunted low, We/they hunted here, we/they hunted there, The man we/they sought with anxious care Had vanished into empty air! The man we/they sought with anxious care Had vanished into empty air! [Enter WILFRED, followed by LIEUTENANT LIEUT. Astounding news! The pris'ner fled! [To WILFRED] Thy life shall forfeit be instead! [WILFRED is arrested WILFRED My lord, I did not set him free, I hate the man-- my rival he! MERYLL The pris'ner gone-- I'm all agape! LIEUT. Thy life shall forfeit be instead! MERYLL Who could have helped him to escape? WILFRED My lord, I did not set him free! PHOEBE Indeed I can't imagine who! I've no idea at all, have you? [Enter JACK POINT DAME Of his escape no traces lurk, Enchantment must have been at work! ELSIE [aside to POINT] What have I done? Oh, woe is me! PHOEBE & DAME Indeed I can't imagine who! I've no idea at all, have you? ELSIE I am his wife, and he is free! POINT Oh, woe is you? Your anguish sink! Oh, woe is me, I rather think! Oh, woe is me, I rather think! Yes, woe is me, I rather think! Whate'er betide You are his bride, And I am left Alone-- bereft! Yes, woe is me, I rather think! Yes, woe is me, I rather think! Yes, woe is me, Yes, woe is me, Yes, woe is me, Yes, woe is me, I rather think! ENSEMBLE All frenzied with despair I/they rave, The grave is cheated of its due. Who is, who is the misbegotten knave Who hath contrived this deed to do? Let search, let search Be made throughout the land, Or his/my vindictive anger dread-- A thousand marks, a thousand marks he'll/I'll hand Who brings him here, alive or dead, Who brings him here, alive or dead! A thousand marks, a thousand marks, Alive, alive or dead Alive, alive or dead Who brings him here, alive, alive, or dead. [At the end, ELSIE faints in FAIRFAX's arms; all the YEOMEN and CROWD rush off the stage in different directions, to hunt for the fugitive, leaving only the HEADSMAN on the stage, and ELSIE insensible in FAIRFAX's arms.END OF ACT I ACT II |
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