Oscar Wilde: The Complete Works. Knowledge house

Oscar Wilde: The Complete Works - Knowledge house


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thank thee, my Lord Justice, heartily;

      I like your law: and now I pray dispatch

      This public outlaw to his righteous doom;

      What is there more?

      lord justice

      Ay, there is more, your Grace.

      This man being alien born, not Paduan,

      Nor by allegiance bound unto the Duke,

      Save such as common nature doth lay down,

      Hath, though accused of treasons manifold,

      Whose slightest penalty is certain death,

      Yet still the right of public utterance

      Before the people and the open court;

      Nay, shall be much entreated by the Court,

      To make some formal pleading for his life,

      Lest his own city, righteously incensed,

      Should with an unjust trial tax our state,

      And wars spring up against the commonwealth:

      So merciful are the laws of Padua

      Unto the stranger living in her gates.

      ·142· duchess

      Being of my Lord’s household, is he stranger here?

      lord justice

      Ay, until seven years of service spent

      He cannot be a Paduan citizen.

      guido

      I thank thee, my Lord Justice, heartily;

      I like your law.

      second citizen

      I like no law at all:

      Were there no law there’d be no law-breakers,

      So all men would be virtuous.

      first citizen

      So they would;

      ’Tis a wise saying that, and brings you far.

      tipstaff

      Ay! to the gallows, knave.

      duchess

      Is this the law?

      lord justice

      It is the law most certainly, my liege.

      ·143· duchess

      Show me the book: ’tis written in blood-red.

      jeppo

      Look at the Duchess.

      duchess

      Thou accursed law,

      I would that I could tear thee from the state

      As easy as I tear thee from this book.

      [Tears out the page.]

      Come here, Count Bardi: are you honourable?

      Get a horse ready for me at my house,

      For I must ride to Venice instantly.

      bardi

      To Venice, Madam?

      duchess

      Not a word of this,

      Go, go at once. [Exit Count Bardi.]

      A moment, my Lord Justice.

      If, as thou sayest it, this is the law—

      Nay, nay, I doubt not that thou sayest right,

      Though right be wrong in such a case as this—

      May I not by the virtue of mine office

      Adjourn this court until another day?

      ·144· lord justice

      Madam, you cannot stay a trial for blood.

      duchess

      I will not tarry then to hear this man

      Rail with rude tongue against our sacred person.

      Come, gentlemen.

      lord justice

      My liege,

      You cannot leave this court until the prisoner

      Be purged or guilty of this dread offence.

      duchess

      Cannot, Lord Justice? By what right do you

      Set barriers in my path where I should go?

      Am I not Duchess here in Padua,

      And the state’s regent?

      lord justice

      For that reason, Madam,

      Being the fountain-head of life and death

      Whence, like a mighty river, justice flows,

      Without thy presence justice is dried up

      And fails of purpose: thou must tarry here.

      duchess

      What, wilt thou keep me here against my will?

      ·145· lord justice

      We pray thy will be not against the law.

      duchess

      What if I force my way out of the court?

      lord justice

      Thou canst not force the Court to give thee way.

      duchess

      I will not tarry. [Rises from her seat.]

      lord justice

      Is the usher here?

      Let him stand forth. [Usher comes forward.]

      Thou knowest thy business, sir.

      [The Usher closes the doors of the court, which are L., and when the Duchess and her retinue approach, kneels down.]

      usher

      In all humility I beseech your Grace

      Turn not my duty to discourtesy,

      Nor make my unwelcome office an offence.

      duchess

      Is there no gentleman amongst you all

      To prick this prating fellow from our way?

      ·146· maffio [drawing his sword]

      Ay! that will I.

      lord justice

      Count Maffio, have a care,

      And you, sir. [To Jeppo.]

      The first man who draws his sword

      Upon the meanest officer of this Court,

      Dies before nightfall.

      duchess

      Sirs, put up your swords:

      It is most meet that I should hear this man.

      [Goes back to throne.]

      moranzone

      Now hast thou got thy enemy in thy hand.

      lord justice [taking the time-glass up]

      Guido Ferranti, while the crumbling sand

      Falls through this time-glass, thou hast leave to speak.

      This


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