Richelieu: . RICHELIEU. Check, check? Full way to it bud, ripen, flaunt i the day, and burst 58 Richelieu To fruit, — the Dead Seas fruit of ashes; ashesWhich I will scatter to the winds. Go, Joseph;When you return I have a feast for you ;The last great act of my great play: the verses,Methinks, are fine, — ah, very fine. — You writeVerses!—{aside) such verses!—You have wit, dis-cernment. JOSEPH (aside). Worse than the scourge! Strange that so great a statesmanShould be so bad a poet. RICHELIEU. What dost thou say? JOSEPH. That it is strange so great a statesman shouldBe so sublime a po
Richelieu: . RICHELIEU. Check, check? Full way to it bud, ripen, flaunt i the day, and burst 58 Richelieu To fruit, — the Dead Seas fruit of ashes; ashesWhich I will scatter to the winds. Go, Joseph;When you return I have a feast for you ;The last great act of my great play: the verses,Methinks, are fine, — ah, very fine. — You writeVerses!—{aside) such verses!—You have wit, dis-cernment. JOSEPH (aside). Worse than the scourge! Strange that so great a statesmanShould be so bad a poet. RICHELIEU. What dost thou say? JOSEPH. That it is strange so great a statesman shouldBe so sublime a poet. RICHELIEU. Ah, you rogue;Laws die, Books never. Of my ministryI am not vain ! but of my muse, I own , you shall hear the verses now. [Takes up a MS. JOSEPH. My Lord,The deeds, the notaries! or, The Conspiracy. 59 RICHELIEU. True, I pity you ;But business first, then pleasure. [Exit RICHELIEU {seats himself and reading). Ah, sublime! Enter De Mauprat and Julie. DE , speak, my Lord — I dare not think you mock yet 6o RicheL leu: —-hush — This line must be considered! we not both your children? RICHELIEU. What a couplet!How now ! Oh! Sir — you live ! Elysium is not life ! DE MAUPRAT. Why, no, methinks, JULIE. He smiles ! — you smile,My father! From my heart for ever nowI 11 blot the name of orphan! RICHELIEU. Rise, my children,For ye are mine — mine both; — and in your sweetAnd young delight — your love— (lifes first-born glory)My own lost youth breathes musical! DE MAUPRAT. I 11 seekTemple and priest henceforward; — were it butTo learn Heavens choicest blessings. or, The Conspiracy. 61 RICHELIEU. Thou shalt seek Temple and priest right soon; the morrows sun Shall see thee across these barren thresholds pass The fairest bride in Paris. — Go, my children ; Even / loved once ! Be lovers while ye may ! How
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