Tragic Poem of Wold, The - Act 4, Scene 2
SCENE II. — A Banqueting Room in Wold Castle .
The Duchess OF W OLD and an old Seneschal .
D UCH . Where are the guests? We called them to our council,
As well as banquet
S EN . Madam, I suspect
They thought no congress would be here this night.
D UCH . They thought! What right had they? Must Throne and State
Lose for a matter in one private house?
Fill me a cup.
To Richard's restoration!
Death to his foes! Shame to his coward friends!
Let's go. Let all these vessels stand. Lock up
This room for ever. The end comes. Nay, then,
Marshal me in Prophecy, Judgment, Doom:
There take your seats, ye Powers,
With Silence, and with Darkness, and the Ghosts
Of buried generations: Hold me here
Your undrawn table, since the mortal guests
Fear to come in! Let's hence.
The Duchess OF W OLD and an old Seneschal .
D UCH . Where are the guests? We called them to our council,
As well as banquet
S EN . Madam, I suspect
They thought no congress would be here this night.
D UCH . They thought! What right had they? Must Throne and State
Lose for a matter in one private house?
Fill me a cup.
To Richard's restoration!
Death to his foes! Shame to his coward friends!
Let's go. Let all these vessels stand. Lock up
This room for ever. The end comes. Nay, then,
Marshal me in Prophecy, Judgment, Doom:
There take your seats, ye Powers,
With Silence, and with Darkness, and the Ghosts
Of buried generations: Hold me here
Your undrawn table, since the mortal guests
Fear to come in! Let's hence.
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