.112 LITERATURE AND DRAMA 



Gris. For old remembrance' sake ! 



Gian. What I wish would benefit you too. If I were made 

 a bailie, your position would be better. I think it hardly right 

 that, having been a queen, you should be nobody. Now, as the 

 bailie's daughter, you would have a certain rank. 



Tanc. Sir, there is no question here of rank. The question 

 now 



Gris. Silence, sir; my father asks but a small favour, which, 

 if I can, I will obtain. 



Serg. If it please you, we had better start. 



Tanc. What think you is to be my fate ? 



Serg. A plain man would say you had earned a hanging, 

 but no one knows what the Marquis will or will not do. Just 

 now, you must come with me. 



Tanc. Must may be too soon spoken. Madam, farewell. 

 For men at least, you did not say submission was a virtue. 

 (Draws his sword) Room there for man or sword ! 



Serg. (steps aside) Room enough for both. 



[TANCRED, while rushing out, c, is tripped up and 

 pinioned by two soldiers behind the door. 



Tanc. Treachery ! [He is borne away. 



Gris. He is not hurt ? 



Serg. No, madam. Will it please you, come. 



Gris. Father, farewell. You will need help when I am 

 gone. Bridget will serve you best. The cows have waited long 

 to-day ; remember them. (To the SERGEANT) Take me to my 

 lord. [Exeunt GRIS. and SERG. C as Curtain falls. 



ACT II. 



SCENE I. Well-furnished room in the palace at Saluce. Table 

 with fruit, wine, and silver cups. The MARQTIIS is dis- 

 covered sitting. To him enters the SERGEANT, R. 



Marq. How fares your prisoner ? 

 Serg. Meagrely, my lord. Sir Tancred eats little and drinks 

 nothing. 



Marq. Nothing! 



