The point of view shifts across the Channel, the Boulogne cliffs sinking behind the water-line.]
SCENE IV
SOUTH WESs.e.x. A RIDGE-LIKE DOWN NEAR THE COAST
[The down commands a wide view over the English Channel in front of it, including the popular Royal watering-place, with the Isle of Slingers and its roadstead, where men-of-war and frigates are anch.o.r.ed. The hour is ten in the morning, and the July sun glows upon a large military encampment round about the foreground, and warms the stone field-walls that take the place of hedges here.
Artillery, cavalry, and infantry, English and Hanoverian, are drawn up for review under the DUKE OF c.u.mBERLAND and officers of the staff, forming a vast military array, which extends three miles, and as far as the downs are visible.
In the centre by the Royal Standard appears KING GEORGE on horseback, and his suite. In a coach drawn by six cream- coloured Hanoverian horses, QUEEN CHARLOTTE sits with three Princesses; in another carriage with four horses are two more Princesses. There are also present with the Royal Party the LORD CHANCELLOR, LORD MULGRAVE, COUNT MUNSTER, and many other luminaries of fashion and influence.
The Review proceeds in dumb show; and the din of many bands mingles with the cheers. The turf behind the saluting-point is crowded with carriages and spectators on foot.]
A SPECTATOR
And you"ve come to the sight, like the King and myself? Well, one fool makes many. What a mampus o" folk it is here to-day! And what a time we do live in, between wars and wa.s.sailings, the goblin o"
Boney, and King George in flesh and blood!
SECOND SPECTATOR
Yes. I wonder King George is let venture down on this coast, where he might be snapped up in a moment like a minney by a her"n, so near as we be to the field of Boney"s vagaries! Begad, he"s as like to land here as anywhere. Gloucester Lodge could be surrounded, and George and Charlotte carried off before he could put on his hat, or she her red cloak and pattens!
THIRD SPECTATOR
"Twould be so such joke to kidnap "em as you think. Look at the frigates down there. Every night they are drawn up in a line across the mouth of the Bay, almost touching each other; and ash.o.r.e a double line of sentinels, well primed with beer and ammunition, one at the water"s edge and the other on the Esplanade, stretch along the whole front. Then close to the Lodge a guard is mounted after eight o"clock; there be pickets on all the hills; at the Harbour mouth is a battery of twenty four-pounders; and over-right "em a dozen six-pounders, and several howitzers. And next look at the size of the camp of horse and foot up here.
FIRST SPECTATOR
Everybody however was fairly gallied this week when the King went out yachting, meaning to be back for the theatre; and the eight or nine o"clock came, and never a sign of him. I don"t know when "a did land; but "twas said by all that it was a foolhardy pleasure to take.
FOURTH SPECTATOR
He"s a very obstinate and comical old gentleman; and by all account "a wouldn"t make port when asked to.
SECOND SPECTATOR
Lard, Lard, if "a were nabbed, it wouldn"t make a deal of difference!
We should have n.o.body to zing, and play singlestick to, and grin at through horse-collars, that"s true. And n.o.body to sign our few doc.u.ments. But we should rub along some way, goodnow.
FIRST SPECTATOR
Step up on this barrow; you can see better. The troopers now pa.s.sing are the York Hussars--foreigners to a man, except the officers--the same regiment the two young Germans belonged to who were shot four years ago. Now come the Light Dragoons; what a time they take to get all past! Well, well! this day will be recorded in history.
SECOND SPECTATOR
Or another soon to follow it! [He gazes over the Channel.] There"s not a speck of an enemy upon that shiny water yet; but the Brest fleet is zaid to have put to sea, to act in concert with the army crossing from Boulogne; and if so the French will soon be here; when G.o.d save us all! I"ve took to drinking neat, for, say I, one may as well have innerds burnt out as shot out, and "tis a good deal pleasanter for the man that owns "em. They say that a cannon-ball knocked poor Jim Popple"s maw right up into the futtock-shrouds at the Nile, where "a hung like a nightcap out to dry. Much good to him his obeying his old mother"s wish and refusing his allowance o" rum!
[The bands play and the Review continues till past eleven o"clock.
Then follows a sham fight. At noon precisely the royal carriages draw off the ground into the highway that leads down to the town and Gloucester Lodge, followed by other equipages in such numbers that the road is blocked. A mult.i.tude comes after on foot.
Presently the vehicles manage to proceed to the watering-place, and the troops march away to the various camps as a sea-mist cloaks the perspective.]
SCENE V
THE SAME. RAINBARROW"S BEACON, EGDON HEATH
[Night in mid-August of the same summer. A lofty ridge of heathland reveals itself dimly, terminating in an abrupt slope, at the summit of which are three tumuli. On the sheltered side of the most prominent of these stands a hut of turves with a brick chimney. In front are two ricks of fuel, one of heather and furze for quick ignition, the other of wood, for slow burning.
Something in the feel of the darkness and in the personality of the spot imparts a sense of uninterrupted s.p.a.ce around, the view by day extending from the cliffs of the Isle of Wight eastward to Blackdon Hill by Deadman"s Bay westward, and south across the Valley of the Froom to the ridge that screens the Channel.
Two men with pikes loom up, on duty as beacon-keepers beside the ricks.]
OLD MAN
Now, Jems Purchess, once more mark my words. Black"on is the point we"ve to watch, and not Kingsbere; and I"ll tell "ee for why. If he do land anywhere hereabout "twill be inside Deadman"s Bay, and the signal will straightaway come from Black"on. But there thou"st stand, glowering and staring with all thy eyes at Kingsbere! I tell "ee what "tis, Jem Purchess, your brain is softening; and you be getting too old for business of state like ours!
YOUNG MAN
You"ve let your tongue wrack your few rames of good breeding, John.
OLD MAN
The words of my Lord-Lieutenant was, whenever you see Kingsbere-Hill Beacon fired to the eastward, or Black"on to the westward, light up; and keep your second fire burning for two hours. Was that our doc.u.ments or was it not?
YOUNG MAN
I don"t gainsay it. And so I keep my eye on Kingsbere because that"s most likely o" the two, says I.
OLD MAN
That shows the curious depths of your ignorance. However, I"ll have patience, and say on. Didst ever larn geography?