THE HUNCHBACK. ACT I. SCENE I.-A Tavern. On one side SIR THOMAS CLIFFORD, at a table, with wine before him; on the other MASTER WILFORD, GAYLOVE, HOLDWELL, and SIMPSON, likewise taking wine. Wilf. Your wine, sirs; your wine! you do not justice to mine host of the Three Tuns, nor credit to yourselves; I swear the beverage is good! It is as palatable poison as you will purchase within a mile round Ludgate! Drink, gentlemen; make free. You know I am a man of expectations; and hold my money as light as the purse in which I carry it. Gay. We drink, Master Wilford; not a man of us has been chased as yet. Wilf. But you fill not fairly, sirs! Look at my measure! Wherefore a large glass, if not for a large draught? Fill, I pray you, else let us drink out of thimbles. This will never do for the friends of the nearest of kin to the wealthiest peer in Britain. Gay. We give you joy, Master Wilford, of the prospect of advancement which has so unexpectedly opened to you. Wilf. Unexpectedly indeed! But yesterday arrived the news that the Earl's only son and heir had died! and to-day has the Earl himself been seized with a mortal illness. His dissolution is looked for hourly: and I, his cousin in only the third degree, known to him but to be unnoticed by him-a decayed gentleman's son-glad of the title and revenues of a scrivener's clerk,-am the undoubted successor to his estates and coronet. Gay. Have you been sent for? Wilf. No; but I have certified to his agent, Master Walter, the Hunchback, my existence, and peculiar propinquity; and momentarily expect him here. Gay. Lives there any one that may dispute your claim, —I mean vexatiously? Wilf. Not a man, Master Gaylove. I am the sole remaining branch of the family tree. Gay. Doubtless you look for much happiness from this change of fortune? Wilf. A world! Three things have I an especial passion for. The finest hound, the finest horse, and the finest wife in the kingdom, Master Gaylove. Gay. The finest wife! Wilf. Yes, sir: I marry. Once the Earldom comes into my line, I shall take measures to perpetuate its remaining there. I marry, sir! I do not say that I shall love. My heart has changed mistresses too often to settle down in one servitude now, sir. But fill, I pray you, friends. This, if I mistake not, is the day whence I shall date my new fortunes; and, for that reason, hither have I invited you, that having been so long my boon companions, you shall be the first to congratulate me. Enter Waiter. Waiter. You are wanted, Master Wilford. Waiter. One Master Walter. Wilf. His Lordship's agent! News, sirs! Show him in ! [Waiter goes out. My heart's a prophet, sirs.-The Earl is dead. Enter MASTER WALTER. Well, Master Walter. How accost you me? Wal. As your impatience shows me you would have me. My lord, the Earl of Rochdale ! Gay. Give you joy! Hold. All happiness, my lord! Simp. Long life and health unto your lordship! We'll drink to his lordship's health! 'Tis two o'clock, Wal. Respect! He has made the living! First to him that's gone, Wal. Knave? Gay. Ay, knave! Wal. Go to! Thou'rt flushed with wine! Gay. Thou sayest false ! Though didst thou need a proof thou speakest true, I'd give thee one. And I see two! Thou seest but one lord here, Wal. Reflect'st thou on my shape? Thou art a villain! Gay. [starting up.] Ha! Wal. A coward, too! Draw. [Drawing his sword.] Gay. Only mark him! how he struts about! How laughs his straight sword at his noble back. Wal. Does it? It cuffs thee for a liar then! Gay. A blow! [Strikes GAY. with his sword. Wal. Another, lest you doubt the first! Gay. His blood on his own head! I'm for you, sir! Clif. Hold, sir! This quarrel's mine! [Draws. [Coming forward and drawing. Wal. No man shall fight for me, sir! Clif. By your leave. Your patience, pray! My lord, for so I learn your friend! Wal. Not till we have a bout, sir! Clif. My lord, your happy fortune ill you greet! Wal. Sir, what's that to you? Clif. My lord, if blood be shed On the fair dawn of your prosperity, Look not to see the brightness of its day. "Twill be o'ercast throughout! Gay. My lord, I'm struck! Clif. You gave the first blow, and the hardest one! Look, sir; if swords you needs must measure, I'm Your mate, not he. Wal. I'm mate for any man. Clif. Draw off your friend, my lord, for your own sake! Wilf. Come, Gaylove! let's have another room. Wal. I'll follow him! Why do you hold me [WILF. and Friends go out. ? 'Tis not courteous of you ! Think'st thou I fear them? Fear! I rate them but As dust! dross! offals! Let me at them!-Nay, Call you this kind? then kindness know I not; Nor do I thank you for't! Let go, I say! Clif. Nay, Master Walter, they're not worth your wrath. you Wal. How know you me for Master Walter? By My hunchback, eh!-my stilts of legs and arms, The fashion more of ape's than man's? Aha! So have heard them too-their savage gibes As I pass on,-"There goes my lord!" aha! God made me, sir, as well as them and you. 'Sdeath! I demand of you, unhand me, sir! Clif. There, sir, you're free to follow them! forth, And I'll go too: so on your wilfulness Shall fall whate'er of evil may ensue. Is't fit you waste your choler on a burr? Go The nothings of the town; whose sport it is Wal. You're right, sir; right. For twenty crowns! So there's my rapier up! Clif. No thanks, good Master Walter, owe you me ! I'm glad to know you, sir. Wal. I pray you, now, How did you learn my name? Guess'd I not right? Was't not my comely hunch that taught it you? Clif. I own it. Wal. Right, I know it; you tell truth. I like you for 't. Clif. But when I heard it said That Master Walter was a worthy man, Whose word would pass on 'change soon as his bond; A liberal man-for schemes of public good That sets down tens, where others units write; That's told of, not the half: I never more Wal. I like your face: A frank and honest one! Proportioned, shaped! Clif. Good sir! Your frame's well knit, Wal. Your name is Clifford Sir Thomas Clifford. Humph! You're not the heir Direct to the fair baronetcy? He That was, was drown'd abroad. Am I not right? To rank and wealth, your birth ne'er promised you. Wal. I do. |