William Wilfred Campbell - Mordred: Act II, Scene 8 lyrics

Enter DAGONET. DAG. I'm but the ghost of mine old former self, Who, once a jester, am now but the jest Of some outrageous fortune. Sleep hath fled, My meat hath no more taste unto my mouth, The wine but heavy lees within the cup. I am so held in love for Vivien That I must end this foolish spark o' life. My heart leaps up for joy to see her face, A silly joy, such as a child might have, Loving some star for plaything, out of reach. Oh, what would I not do to even dare To press the velvet of her dainty hand! Back, down, poor foolish dreams! Now I must play The frothy merriment of a world that's gray. (Sings.) There may be poison in the cup, But still the foam must cling. To keep the strong world's courage up Poor fools must laugh and sing; With sobs below and smiles above, A-masking day by day, On trampled, bleeding hopes of love. So whirls the world away! There may be breaking of the heart, Though merry laughs the eye. Still we poor fools must act our part, And laugh, and weep, and die. Still must we sportive battles wage, With foam of lightsome breath, While underneath the currents rage And wrecks are churned to d**h. Enter VIVIEN. DAGONET starts. VIV. Thou growest gruesome, Dagonet; where hast lost thy mirth? DAG. I know not, Vivien, I know not; belike I am a fool, indeed. Poor Dagonet is no more himself. VIV. Poor Dagonet! DAG. Why not call me fool? Dost thou pity me? VIV. Yea, I do. DAG. And since when? VIV. Since I knew that thou wert a man. DAG. Dagonet, the fool, a man? VIV. Yea, since I knew as thou couldst love indeed. DAG. That I love, Vivien, what knowest thou? VIV. Yea, that thou hast a heart under thy mask. Yea, more, for whom thou hast this feeling. Wouldst thou win her grace? DAG. (falls on his knees) Yea, yea, Vivien, for one look, one smile. O Vivien, well thou knowest I am thy slave. VIV. What wouldst thou do for my love? DAG. Thou hast my heart bare in thy sight. Write on it what characters thou likest, for I am thine. I tell thee I am thy dog, thy slave. VIV. Not dog, nor slave, but lover. [VIVIEN holds our her hand, DAGONET crawls near and takes it. DAG. O Vivien, dost thou mean this? VIV. Yea, in sooth I will try thy love. Wouldst thou win my love, Dagonet? DAG. Dost thou mock me? VIV. Nay. (takes a little box from her girdle and opens it) Dost see this pill? [Leans near and whispers in his ear. DAG. (starts back) Nay! nay! not that! VIV. That or nought. DAG. Wouldst thou use me thus? VIV. Thou art the man who'd win my love! I tell thee so must all who'd love Vivien. DAG. Nay, nay, I must think. This is indeed d**h, d**h! VIV. Yea, d**h or nought! I thought thou wert a man? DAG. For that reason am I now in hell. VIV. (takes his hand) Dagonet, dost thou love me? DAG. O God! Yea, Vivien, give me the pill. I am not myself any more. I am thine, I will do it. Vivien, thou wilt not fail me? VIV. See that thou dost not fail me, and be sure that thou doest this well. DAG. I will. [Exit VIVIEN. At last, O Dagonet, thou hast thy wish, Thou'st pa**ed the iron o' that grim barrier That shutteth comedy from black tragedy. Dagonet, now thou art indeed a man! Thou art pitied! Thou canst win love. Thou canst snuff the candle out o' a life. Dost know thy former features any more? And all for love! (Sings.) O Love, that lights this world Yet leaves us i' the dark;— I led thee to my couch, A grave-cloth was thy sark! O Love, we would be clothed, And thou hast left us stark. Yea, I am on fire. Snow! snow! Would I had snow to cool me! Fool, thou art no more a fool. Dagonet, thou art a man! Thou lovest. This must be done. [Goes out. CURTAIN.