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COLONEL FAIRFAX, a man of science, but formerly a soldier of great and dashing bravery, is confined in the Tower of London. He is under sentence of death as a sorcerer. Although he is a student of alchemy, Fairfax is still young and handsome, and Phœbe has lost her heart to him, for she sees him occasionally taking exercise on the Beauchamp Tower.

As the curtain rises the unhappy girl is discovered sitting at her spinning wheel sighing over her hopeless love for the prisoner. Wilfred Shadbolt, head jailer and assistant tormenter, is greatly put out, for Phœbe will have none of him, though before the arrival of Fairfax she had not been so averse to his attentions. Dame Carruthers, the housekeeper to the Tower, believing Fairfax to be guilty, resents Phœbe's praise of him, and her

criticisms of the Tower. The Dame was born in the old Keep, and the Tower is very dear to her; she leaves no doubt of her sentiments in the noble air "Then our gallant Norman foes."

Sergeant Meryll, of the Yeomen of the Guard, is saddened by the thought of the approaching execution of Fairfax. He greatly admires Fairfax for his brilliant career as a soldier and not even the imminent arrival of his son, Leonard Meryll, can raise his despondent spirits, though there is a hope that Leonard may bring a reprieve from Court with him for Fairfax.

Leonard arrives even while Phœbe and her father are discussing the sad case of the unfortunate prisoner; there is no reprieve. None saw him enter, and the unheralded coming gives Sergeant Meryll an idea. "Give me the dispatch," he says . . . "lie hidden for a space." Leonard does so willingly, for Fairfax was once his great friend. A moment later Fairfax passes by, under guard, on his way to the Cold Harbour Tower to await his end in solitude. He sees and recognizes Sergeant Meryll and bids him cheer up; as a soldier, he says, he knows how to die. If life is a boon, he says, death must inevitably come too soon. Phœbe and her father are overcome with emotion and leave him.

I didn't become an assistant-tormentor because I like assistant-tormenting.

Fairfax asks the Lieutenant of the Tower to grant him a favor. He is, he says, imprisoned as a result of the machinations of his cousin, Sir Clarence Plotwhistle - a greedy fellow to whom the Fairfax estates must naturally fall if Colonel Fairfax should die unmarried. Fairfax's request is therefore that the Lieutenant shall find him a woman willing to go through a form of marriage with him: her dower shall be Fairfax's name and a hundred crowns. Since he is to be executed in an hour's time it should be easy enough to find someone.

As Fairfax moves on his way there is laughing and shouting, and a roistering throng of men and women, pursuing a wandering jester and a merrymaid, appear. The jester, Jack Point, and the girl, Elsie Maynard, are both more than a little terrified, for the crowd, in demanding entertainment, threaten to throw them into the river if they do not come up to expectations. They sing them the "singing farce of the Merryman and his maid," and are about to be mobbed by the less appreciative members of the audience when the Lieutenant reappears from the Cold Harbour Tower.

The crowd is dispersed and the Lieutenant, learning all about Elsie and Jack Point, suggests to Elsie that she be Fairfax's bride for the short hour he has to live. The hundred crowns which she is to receive tempt and persuade her. She is led blindfolded to the cell where Fairfax and his confessor await her. While she is gone Point (in the song "I've jibe and joke") explains his calling of a jester and is engaged by the Lieutenant as his jester.

Then Phœbe reflects on her state, and finally finds Wilfred alone. She determines to get the keys of Fairfax's cell from him. Exerting all her charms and flattering Wilfred, she compliments him on his jollity and wit, though he is in truth the heaviestminded dolt. Slyly she takes the keys from his belt and hands them to her father, who disappears immediately.

Whilst her father is away she sings a tempting little ditty "Were I thy bride." As she begins the last verse the keys are pushed back into her hand and she cleverly puts them back on Wilfred's belt. She runs off and Wilfred wanders away bewildered and happy.

No sooner has he gone than Sergeant Meryll and Fairfax appear from the Tower. Fairfax has shaved off his beard and has put on the dress of a Yeoman of the Guard. He is to pose as the Sergeant's son Leonard. Sergeant Meryll presents his "son" to the assembled yeomen, who cheer him to the echo. Phœbe, too, welcomes this "brother" far more lingeringly and ecstatically than might be considered perfectly natural. Then while "brother and sister" are greeting one another the clock of St. Peter's begins to toll and crowds surge around to witness the execution of Fairfax. Fairfax (alias Leonard) and two other Yeomen are ordered to fetch the prisoner, but are back in a moment: the prisoner has escaped!