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Tennyson, Alfred Lord, 1809-1892

"Becket and other plays"


We lie too deep down in the shadow here.
Your ladyship lives higher in the sun.
[_They pledge each other and drink_.
LADY GIOVANNA.
If I might send you down a flask or two
Of that same vintage? There is iron in it.
It has been much commended as a medicine.
I give it my sick son, and if you be
Not quite recover'd of your wound, the wine
Might help you. None has ever told me yet
The story of your battle and your wound.
FILIPPO (_coming forward_).
I can tell you, my lady, I can tell you.
ELISABETTA.
Filippo! will you take the word out of your master's own mouth?
FILIPPO.
Was it there to take? Put it there, my lord.
COUNT.
Giovanna, my dear lady, in this same battle
We had been beaten--they were ten to one.
The trumpets of the fight had echo'd down,
I and Filippo here had done our best,
And, having passed unwounded from the field,
Were seated sadly at a fountain side,
Our horses grazing by us, when a troop,
Laden with booty and with a flag of ours
Ta'en in the fight----
FILIPPO.
Ay, but we fought for it back,
And kill'd----
ELISABETTA.


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