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'Oh if you knew, Grisel, how they have hemmed me in; how they have come pressing in through the narrow gate I left ajar. Only to mock and mislead. It's all dark and unintelligible. He touched her hand, peering out of the shadows that seemed to him to be gathering between their faces. He drew her closer and touched her lips with his fingers.
But is not this king of ours as the Minotaur, dwelling in the labyrinths of deceit, and devouring the noblest in the land? There was his own Strafford, next his foolish Laud, and now comes my son, worth a host of such! 'In his letter, my lord of Glamorgan complaineth not of his majesty's usage, said the countess. 'My lord of Glamorgan is patient as Grisel.
An old copy of verses on Bartholomew Fair in the year 1665, describing the penny and twopenny puppet plays, or, as they had been called in and since Queen Elizabeth's time, 'motions, says "Their Sights are so rich, is able to bewitch The heart of a very fine man-a; Here's 'Patient Grisel' here, and 'Fair Rosamond' there, And 'the History of Susanna."
They stood for awhile looking down into the black flowing water, with here and there the mild silver of a star dim leagues below. 'I am afraid, said Grisel, looking quietly up, 'you have led me into talking most pitiless nonsense. How many hours, I wonder, did I lie awake in the dark last night, thinking of you? Honestly, I shall never, NEVER forget that walk. It haunted me, on and on.
Pepys tells of the crowd waiting, in 1667, to see Lady Castlemaine come out from the puppet play of 'Patient Grisel. The Powell mentioned in this essay was a deformed cripple whose Puppet-Show, called Punch's Theatre, owed its pre-eminence to his own power of satire. 'made the most like Florimel that ever was seen, and
I don't say there wasn't any resemblance; it was for the moment extraordinary; it was even when you were here the other night distinctly arresting. 'I don't quite see where poor Paris comes in, suggested Grisel meekly. 'No, nor do I, said Herbert. 'All that I mean, sagacious child, is, that Mr Lawford no more resembles the poor wretch now than I resemble the Apollo Belvedere.
He turned on his heel as he reached the gate and waved his hand as if in a kind of forlorn mockery towards the darkly glittering windows. The drowsy pony awoke at touch of the whip. Grisel lifted the rug and squeezed a little closer into the corner.
Then, as if by consent, they turned and looked long and questioningly into each other's faces. 'Then you are not afraid? Herbert said quietly. Grisel gazed steadily on, and almost imperceptibly shook her head. 'You mean? he questioned her; but still he had again to read her answer in her eyes. 'Oh, very well, Grisel, he said quietly, 'you know best, and returned once more to his writing.
'What is that there? he said almost menacingly, standing with bloodshot eyes looking down upon Herbert. "That!" what? said Herbert, glancing up startled from his book. 'Why, what's wrong, Lawford? 'That, said Lawford sullenly, yet with a faintly mournful cadence in his voice; 'those fields and that old empty farm that village over there? Why did you bring me here? Grisel had not stirred.
And yet, you know, he added ruminatingly, 'it is not as if mine was ever a particularly lovely or lovable face! While as for the poor wretch behind it, well, I really cannot see what meaning, or life even, he had before 'Before? Lawford met bravely the clear whimsical eyes. 'Before, I was Sabathiered. Grisel laughed outright.
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