No More Learning

BEGGAR Ay, Sir, there's nobody that feels for us.
Why now--but yesterday I overtook
A blind old Greybeard and accosted him,
I' th' name of all the Saints, and by the Mass
He should have used me better! --Charity!
If you can melt a rock, he is your man;
But I'll be even with him--here again
Have I been waiting for him.


OSWALD Well, but softly,
Who is it that hath wronged you?


BEGGAR Mark you me;
I'll point him out;--a Maiden is his guide,
Lovely as Spring's first rose; a little dog,
Tied by a woollen cord, moves on before
With look as sad as he were dumb; the cur,
I owe him no ill will, but in good sooth
He does his Master credit.


MARMADUKE As I live,
'Tis Herbert and no other!


BEGGAR 'Tis a feast to see him,
Lank as a ghost and tall, his shoulders bent,
And long beard white with age--yet evermore,
As if he were the only Saint on earth,
He turns his face to heaven.


OSWALD But why so violent
Against this venerable Man?


BEGGAR I'll tell you:
He has the very hardest heart on earth;
I had as lief turn to the Friar's school
And knock for entrance, in mid holiday.


MARMADUKE But to your story.


BEGGAR I was saying, Sir--
Well! --he has often spurned me like a toad,
But yesterday was worse than all;--at last
I overtook him, Sirs, my Babe and I,
And begged a little aid for charity:
But he was snappish as a cottage cur.
Well then, says I--I'll out with it; at which
I cast a look upon the Girl, and felt
As if my heart would burst; and so I left him.


OSWALD I think, good Woman, you are the very person
Whom, but some few days past, I saw in Eskdale,
At Herbert's door.
BEGGAR Ay; and if truth were known
I have good business there.


OSWALD I met you at the threshold,
And he seemed angry.


BEGGAR Angry! well he might;
And long as I can stir I'll dog him. --Yesterday,
To serve me so, and knowing that he owes
The best of all he has to me and mine.
But 'tis all over now. --That good old Lady
Has left a power of riches; and I say it,
If there's a lawyer in the land, the knave
Shall give me half.


OSWALD What's this? --I fear, good Woman,
You have been insolent.


BEGGAR And there's the Baron,
I spied him skulking in his peasant's dress.


OSWALD How say you? in disguise? --


MARMADUKE But what's your business
With Herbert or his Daughter?


BEGGAR Daughter! truly--
But how's the day? --I fear, my little Boy,
We've overslept ourselves.