MAYOR
I invite all those who have such, to bring mattresses, sheets, and coverlets to the Hotel de Ville, also old linen and lint from the houses of the cures.
[Many set out on this errand. An interval. Enter a courier, who speaks to the MAYOR and the BARON CAPELLEN.]
BARON CAPELLEN [to Mayor]
Better inform them immediately, to prevent a panic.
MAYOR [to Citizens]
I grieve to tell you that the Duke of Brunswick, whom you saw ride out this morning, was killed this afternoon at Les Quatre-Bras. A musket-ball pa.s.sed through his bridle-hand and entered his belly.
His body is now arriving. Carry yourselves gravely.
[A lane is formed in the crowd in the direction of the Rue de Namur; they wait. Presently an extemporized funeral procession, with the body of the DUKE on a gun-carriage, and a small escort of Brunswickers with carbines reversed, comes slowly up the street, their silver death"s-heads shining in the lamplight.
The agitation of the citizens settles into a silent gloom as the mournful train pa.s.ses.]
MAYOR [to Baron Capellen]
I noticed the strange look of prepossession on his face at the ball last night, as if he knew what was going to be.
BARON CAPELLEN
The d.u.c.h.ess mentioned it to me.... He hated the French, if any man ever did, and so did his father before him! Here comes the English Colonel Hamilton, straight from the field. He will give us trustworthy particulars.
[Enter COLONEL HAMILTON by the Rue de Namur. He converses with the MAYOR and the BARON on the issue of the struggle.]
MAYOR
Now I will go the Hotel de Ville, and get it ready for those wounded who can find no room in private houses.
[Exeunt MAYOR, CAPELLEN, D"URSEL, HAMILTON, etc. severally. Many citizens descend in the direction of the Hotel de Ville to a.s.sist.
Those who remain silently watch the carts bringing in the wounded till a late hour. The doors of houses in the Place and elsewhere are kept open, and the rooms within lighted, in expectation of more arrivals from the field. A courier gallops up, who is accosted by idlers.]
COURIER [hastily]
The Prussians are defeated at Ligny by Napoleon in person. He will be here to-morrow.
[Exit courier.]
FIRST IDLER
The devil! Then I am for welcoming him. No Antwerp for me!
OTHER IDLERS [sotto voce]
Vive l"Empereur!
[A warm summer fog from the Lower Town covers the Parc and the Place Royale.]
SCENE VIII
THE ROAD TO WATERLOO
[The view is now from Quatre-Bras backward along the road by which the English arrived. Diminishing in a straight line from the foreground to the centre of the distance it pa.s.ses over Mont Saint-Jean and through Waterloo to Brussels.
It is now tinged by a moving ma.s.s of English and Allied infantry, in retreat to a new position at Mont Saint-Jean. The sun shines brilliantly upon the foreground as yet, but towards Waterloo and the Forest of Soignes on the north horizon it is overcast with black clouds which are steadily advancing up the sky.
To mask the retreat the English outposts retain their position on the battlefield in the face of NEY"S troops, and keep up a desultory firing: the cavalry for the same reason remain, being drawn up in lines beside the intersecting Namur road.
Enter WELLINGTON, UXBRIDGE [who is in charge of the cavalry], m.u.f.fLING, VIVIAN, and others. They look through their field- gla.s.ses towards Frasnes, NEY"S position since his retreat yesternight, and also towards NAPOLEON"S at Ligny.]
WELLINGTON
The noonday sun, striking so strongly there, Makes mirrors of their arms. That they advance Their glowing radiance shows. Those gleams by Marbais Suggest fixed bayonets.
UXBRIDGE
Vivian"s gla.s.s reveals That they are cuira.s.siers. Ney"s troops, too, near At last, methinks, along this other road.
WELLINGTON
One thing is sure: that here the whole French force Schemes to unite and sharply follow us.
It formulates our fence. The cavalry Must linger here no longer; but recede To Mont Saint-Jean, as rearguard of the foot.
From the intelligence that Gordon brings "Tis pretty clear old Blucher had to take A d.a.m.ned good drubbing yesterday at Ligny, And has been bent hard back! So that, for us, Bound to the plighted plan, there is no choice But do like.... No doubt they"ll say at home That we"ve been well thrashed too. It can"t be helped, They must!... [He looks round at the sky.] A heavy rainfall threatens us, To make it all the worse!
[The speaker and his staff ride off along the Brussels road in the rear of the infantry, and UXBRIDGE begins the retreat of the cavalry. CAPTAIN MERCER enters with a light battery.]
MERCER [excitedly]
Look back, my lord; Is it not Bonaparte himself we see Upon the road I have come by?