Tragedy of the Queen of Cornwall by Thomas Hardy (Illustrated)
Thomas Hardy, Delphi Classics
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Tragedy of the Queen of Cornwall by Thomas Hardy (Illustrated)
Thomas Hardy, Delphi Classics
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CONTENTS
I come, at your persuasive call,
To raise up in this modern hall
A tragedy of dire duresse
That vexed the Land of Lyonnesse: —
Scenes, with their passions, hopes, and fears
Sunk into shade these thousand years;
To set, in ghostly grave array,
Their blitheness, blood, and tears,
Feats, ardours, as if rife to-day
Before men’s eyes and ears.
The tale has travelled far and wide: —
Yea, that King Mark, to fetch his bride,
Sent Tristram; then that he and she
Quaffed a love-potion witlessly
While homeward bound. Hence that the King
Wedded one heart-aflame
For Tristram! He, in dark despair,
Roved recklessly, and wived elsewhere
One of his mistress’ name.
I saw these times I represent,
Watched, gauged them as they came and went,
Being ageless, deathless!
And those two
Fair women — namesakes — well I knew!
Judge them not harshly in a love
Whose hold on them was strong;
Sorrow therein they tasted of,
And deeply, and too long!
Exit.
Tristram a captive of King Mark,
Racked was the Queen with qualm and cark,
Till reached her hand a written line,
That quickened her to deft design.
Then, Tristram out, and Mark shut in,
The Queen and Tristram winged to win
Card Castle, where, without annoy,
Monthswhile they lodged in matchless joy!
Anon, when Queen Iseult had homed,
Brittany-wards Sir Tristram roamed
To greet his waiting wife,
White-handed Iseult, whom the Queen
Had recked not of. But soon, in teen
And troublous inner strife,
She Tristram of her soul besought
By wringing letters rapid-wrought
(The King gone hunting, knowing nought)
To come again to her
Even at the cost — such was her whim —
Of bringing Whitehands back with him
In wifely character.
There was no answer.
Rest she could not;
Then we missed her, days.
We would not
Think where she might have been.
And, having sailed, maybe, twice ten
Long leagues, here came she back again,
And sad and listless — -just as when
She went — abides her mien!
Hist! . . . Lo; there by the nether gate
New comers hail! O who should wait
The postern door to enter by,
The bridge being clearly seen?
The King returned? — But that way; why?
Would he try trap his Queen?
(crossing without...