Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: ACT THIRD. Scene.—A Street in Redcliffe, Bristol. At the left is the North Porch of St. Mary Redcliffe, with steps leading to the entrance; at the right is the Old Fox Inn, with a table and chairs near the doorway. At the back centre is Redcliffe Gate, through which are seen quaint, gabled houses. On the rise of the curtain, Chatterton is discovered writing at the table before the inn. As the organ sounds antl the people begin to come from the church, he throws down the quill, folds the manuscript, and puts it into his pocket. Then Betty, Agnes, Dorothy, and Alice enter from the porch. Alice. There is our constant lover ! Chatterton. [Rising and towing.] Ever yours. Alice. A husband's letter; for a lover's note Closes with ' love and kisses.' Betty. Try again. Chatterton. Hail nymphs as radiant as the irised spray Skirting the salt-sea breakers ! Alice. That is better. Agnes. You naughty poet, you were not at service. Chatterton. A sermon preached to sanctify a sport Smacks of a barbarous age. Agnes. What sport ? Dorothy. What sport ? Chatterton. The sport to-day—the opening of the bridge. Alice. Why do you call it sport ?—The Vicar said It will be a touching and a solemn sight. Chatterton. And so it will; but Chaucer's shade will smile When Bristol rouses to her cats and dogs To ape a pristine pageant. Alice. For this pomp, You have neglected us. Chatterton. Nay, for two weeks I have been tricking out the burghers, dear, With garments such as the Brystowans wore When christening their new bridge at Eastertide. I'll make the richest progress of Queen Bess Appear a march of rags.—Wait till you see George Catcott in a goat's skin and the Mayor Astride a white horse dight with sable trappings, Waving a golden rod. Betty...