The Boy Will | MusicalTheatreResourceCenter

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MISTRESS S. [alarmed]. Must go, Will? [He kneels by her side.] WILL. [tenderly]. Hush, mother, I'll tell thee. 'Tis not entirely my longing, for this morning the keeper of old Lucy-- GILES. Ha, poaching again, young scamp! WILL. Brought me before him--I was na poaching, I'll swear it, not so much as chasing the deer--but Sir Thomas had no patience, and bade me clear out, else he would seize me. I--I--dare na stay. MISTRESS S. I feared it; thy father forbade thee in the great park. And now--Oh, Will, Will--I know well how thou'st longed to go from here--and now thou must--what shall I do, lacking thee? PEELE [frankly]. Will, if thou must go, thou must. London is greater than Stratford, and there is much evil there, but thou'rt true-hearted, and--by my player's honor--I will stand by thee, till the hangman get me. But we must go soon. 'Tis a dark road to Warwick--I'll see to the horses. Is it a compact? [WILL gives him his hands.] WILL [huskily]. A compact, sir--to the end. [PEELE hurries out.] GILES. Look at 'e now, breaking 'is mother's heart, and mad wi' joy to revel in London. 'Tis little 'e recks of she. WILL [hotly]. Thou liest. [Bending over her] Mother, 'tis not true. I do love thee and father, I love Stratford. I'll never forget it. But 'tis so little here, and I must get away to gain learning and do things i' the world, that I may bring home all I get; fame, if God grant it, money, if I gain it, all to those at home.

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