Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, CHARLES THE FIRST, by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY


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First Line: Place for the marshal of the masque!
Last Line: Except the mill-wheel's sound.'
Subject(s): Charles I, King Of England (1600-1649); Church Of Scotland


DRAMATIS PERSONAE

KING GHARLES I. JUXON.
QUEEN HENRIETTA. ST. JOHN.
LAUD, Archbishop of Canterbury. ARCHY, the Court Fool.
WENTWORTH, Earl of Strafford. PYM.
LORD COTTINGTON. CROMWELL's DAUGHTER.
LORD WESTON. SIR HARRY VANE the younger.
LORD COVENTRY. HAMPDEN
WILLIAMS, Bishop of Lincoln. LEIGHTON.
Secretary LYTTELTON. BASTWICK.
BASTWICK PRYNNE.
CROMWELL

Gentlemen of the Inns of Court, Citizens, Pursuivants,
Marshalsmen, Law Students, Judges, Clerk.

SCENE I. -- The Masque of the Inns of Court.

A PURSUIVANT

PLACE for the Marshal of the Masque!

FIRST CITIZEN

What thinkest thou of this quaint masque which turns,
Like morning from the shadow of the night,
The night to day, and London to a place
Of peace and joy?

SECOND CITIZEN

And Hell to Heaven.
Eight years are gone,
And they seem hours, since in this populour street
I trod on grass made green by summer's rain;
For the red plague kept state within that palace
Where now that vanity reigns. In nine years more
The roots will be refreshed with civil blood;
And thank the mercy of insulted Heaven
That sin and wrongs wound, as an orphan's cry,
The patience of the great Avenger's ear.

A YOUTH

Yet, father, 't is a happy sight to see,
Beautiful, innocent, and unforbidden
By God or man. 'T is like the bright procession
Of skyey visions in a solemn dream
From which men wake as from a paradise,
And draw new strength to tread the thorns of life.
If God be good, wherefore should this be evil?
And if this be not evil, dost thou not draw
Unseasonable poison from the flowers
Which bloom so rarely in this barren world?
Oh, kill these bitter thoughts which make the present
Dark as the future! --

When Avarice and Tyranny, vigilant Fear
And open-eyed Conspiracy, lie sleeping
As on Hell's threshold; and all gentle thoughts
Waken to worship Him who giveth joys
With his own gift.

SECOND CITIZEN

How young art thou in this old age of time!
How green in this gray world! Canst thou discern
The signs of seasons, yet perceive no hint
Of change in that stage-scene in which thou art
Not a spectator but an actor? or
Art thou a puppet moved by [enginery?]
The day that dawns in fire will die in storms,
Even though the noon be calm. My travel's done, --
Before the whirlwind wakes I shall have found
My inn of lasting rest; but thou must still
Be journeying on in this inclement air.
Wrap thy old cloak about thy back;
Nor leave the broad and plain and beaten road,
Although no flowers smile on the trodden dust,
For the violet paths of pleasure. This Charles the First
Rose like the equinoctial sun, . . .
By vapors, through whose threatening ominous veil
Darting his altered influence he has gained
This height of noon -- from which he must decline
Amid the darkness of conflicting storms,
To dank extinction and to latest night . . .
There goes
The apostate Strafford; he whose titles . . .
whispered aphorisms
From Machiavel and Bacon; and, if Judas
Had been as brazen and as bold as he . . .

FIRST CITIZEN

That
Is the Archbishop.

SECOND CITIZEN

Rather say the Pope:
London will be soon his Rome. He walks
As if he trod upon the heads of men.
He looks elate, drunken with blood and gold.
Beside him moves the Babylonian woman
Invisibly, and with her as with his shadow,
Mitred adulterer! he is joined in sin,
Which turns Heaven's milk of mercy to revenge.

THIRD CITIZEN (lifting up his eyes)

Good Lord! rain it down upon him! . . .
Amid her ladies walks the papist queen,
As if her nice feet scorned our English earth.
The Canaanitish Jezebel! I would be
A dog if I might tear her with my teeth!
There's old Sir Henry Vane, the Earl of Pembroke,
Lord Essex, and Lord Keeper Coventry,
And others who made base their English breed
By vile participation of their honors
With papists, atheists, tyrants, and apostates.
When lawyers masque 't is time for honest men
To strip the vizor from their purposes.
A seasonable time for masquers this!
When Englishmen and Protestants should sit
dust on their dishonored heads,
To avert the wrath of Him whose scourge is felt
For the great sins which have drawn down from Heaven
and foreign overthrow.
The remnant of the martyred saints in Rochefort
Have been abandoned by their faithless allies
To that idolatrous and adulterous torturer
Lewis of France, -- the Palatinate is lost. . . .

Enter LEIGHTON (who has been branded in the face) and BASTWICK

Canst thou be -- art thou . . . ?

LEIGHTON

I was Leighton: what
I am thou seest. And yet turn thine eyes,
And with thy memory look on thy friend's mind,
Which is unchanged, and where is written deep
The sentence of my judge.

THIRD CITIZEN

Are these the marks with which
Laud thinks to improve the image of his Maker
Stamped on the face of man? Curses upon him,
The impious tyrant!

SECOND CITIZEN

It is said besides
That lewd and papist drunkards may profane
The Sabbath with their
And has permitted that most heathenish custom
Of dancing round a pole dressed up with wreaths
On May-day.
A man who thus twice crucifies his God
May well his brother. In my mind, friend,
The root of all this ill is prelacy.
I would cut up the root.

THIRD CITIZEN

And by what means?

SECOND CITIZEN

Smiting each Bishop under the fifth rib.

THIRD CITIZEN

You seem to know the vulnerable place
Of these same crocodiles.

SECOND CITIZEN

I learned it in
Egyptian bondages, sir. Your worm of Nile
Betrays not with its flattering tears like they;
For, when they cannot kill, they whine and weep.
Nor is it half so greedy of men's bodies
As they of soul and all; nor does it wallow
In slime as they in simony and lies
And close lusts of the flesh.

A MARSHALSMAN

Give place, give place!
You torch-bearers, advance to the great gate,
And then attend the Marshal of the Masque
Into the royal presence.

A LAW STUDENT

What thinkest thou
Of this quaint show of ours, my aged friend?
Even now we see the redness of the torches
Inflame the night to the eastward, and the clarions
[Gasp?] to us on the wind's wave. It comes!
And their sounds, floating hither round the pageant,
Rouse up the astonished air.

FIRST CITIZEN

I will not think but that our country's wounds
May yet be healed. The king is just and gracious,
Though wicked counsels now pervert his will.
These once cast off --

SECOND CITIZEN

As adders cast their skins
And keep their venom, so kings often change;
Counsels and counsellors hang on on another,
Hiding the loathsome . . .
Like the base patchwork of a leper's rags.

THE YOUTH

Oh, still those dissonant thoughts! -- List how the music
Grows on the enchanted air! And see, the torches
Restlessly flashing, and the crowd divided
Like waves before an admiral's prow!

A MARSHALSMAN

Give place
To the Marshal of the Masque!

A PURSUIVANT

Room for the King!

THE YOUTH

How glorious! See those thronging chariots
Rolling, like painted clouds before the wind,
Behind their solemn steeds: how some are shaped
Like curved sea-shells dyed by the azure depths
Of Indian seas; some like the new-born moon;
And some like cars in which the Romans climbed
(Canopied by Victory's eagle-wings out-spread)
The Capitolian! See how gloriously
The mettled horses in the torchlight stir
Their gallant riders, while they check their pride,
Like shapes of some diviner element
Than English air, and beings nobler than
The envious and admiring multitude.

SECOND CITIZEN

Ay, there they are --
Nobles, and sons of nobles, patentees,
Monopolists, and stewards of this poor farm,
On whose lean sheep sit the prophetic crows.
Here is the pomp that strips the houseless orphan,
Here is the pride that breaks the desolate heart.
These are the lilies glorious as Solomon,
Who toil not, neither do they spin -- unless
It be the webs they catch poor rogues withal.
Here is the surfeit which to them who earn
The niggard wages of the earth scarce leaves
The tithe that will support them till they crawl
Back to her cold, hard bosom. Here is health
Followed by grim disease, glory by shame,
Waste by lame famine, wealth by squalid want,
And England's sin by England's punishment.
And, as the effect pursues the cause foregone,
Lo, giving substance to my words, behold
At once the sign and the thing signified --
A troop of cripples, beggars, and lean outcasts,
Horsed upon stumbling jades, carted with dung,
Dragged for a day from cellars and low cabins
And rotten hiding-holes, to point the moral
Of this presentment, and bring up the rear
Of painted pomp with misery!

THE YOUTH

'T is but
The anti-masque, and serves as discords do
In sweetest music. Who would love May flowers
If they succeeded not to Winter's flaw;
Or day unchanged by night; or joy itself
Without the touch of sorrow?

SECOND CITIZEN

I and thou . . .

A MARSHALSMAN

Place, give place!

SCENE II. -- A chamber in Whitehall.

Enter the KING, QUEEN, LAUD, LORD
STRAFFORD, LORD COTTINGTON, and other
Lords; ARCHY; also ST.JOHN, with some
Gentlemen of the Inns of Court.

KING

Thanks, gentlemen. I heartily accept
This token of your service; your gay masque
Was performed gallantly. And it shows well
When subjects twine such flowers of [observance?]
With the sharp thorns that deck the English crown.
A gentle heart enjoys what it confers,
Even as it suffers that which it inflicts,
Though Justice guides the stroke.
Accept my hearty thanks.

QUEEN

And, gentlemen,
Call your poor Queen your debtor. Your quaint pageant
Rose on me like the figures of past years,
Treading their still path back to infancy,
More beautiful and mild as they draw nearer
The quiet cradle. I could have almost wept
To think I was in Paris, where these shows
Are well devised -- such as I was ere yet
My young heart shared a portion of the burden,
The careful weight, of this great monarchy.
There, gentlemen, between the sovereign's pleasure
And that which it regards, no clamor lifts
Its proud interposition.
In Paris ribald censurers dare not move
Their poisonous tongues against these sinless sports;
And his smile
Warms those who bask in it, as ours would do
If...Take my heart's thanks; add them, gentlemen,
To those good words which, were he King of France,
My royal lord would turn to golden deeds.

ST. JOHN

Madam, the love of Englishmen can make
The lightest favor of their lawful king
Outweigh a despot's. We humbly take our leaves,
Enriched by smiles which France can never buy.
[Exeunt ST. JOHN and the Gentlemen of the Inns of Court.

KING

My Lord Archbishop.
Mark you what spirit sits in St. John's eyes?
Methinks it is too saucy for this presence.

ARCHY

Yes, pray your Grace look: for, like an
unsophisticated [eye] sees everything upside
down, you who are wise will discern the
shadow of an idiot in lawn sleeves and a
rochet setting springes to catch woodcocks
in haymaking time. Poor Archy, whose
owl-eyes are tempered to the error of his
age, and because he is a fool, and by special
ordinance of God forbidden ever to see
himself as he is, sees now in that deep eye
a blindfold devil sitting on the ball, and
weighing words out between king and subjects. One
scale is full of promises, and
the other full of protestations; and then
another devil creeps behind the first out
of the dark windings [of a] pregnant lawyer's
brain, and takes the bandage from
the other's eyes, and throws a sword into
the left-hand scale, for all the world like
my Lord Essex's there.

STRAFFORD

A rod in pickle for the Fool's back!

ARCHY

Ay, and some are now smiling whose
tears will make the brine; for Fool sees...

STRAFFORD

Insolent! You shall have your coat
turned and be whipped out of the palace
for this.

ARCHY

When all the fools are whipped, and all
the protestant writers, while the knaves
are whipping the fools ever since a thief
was set to catch a thief. If all turncoats
were whipped out of palaces, poor Archy
would be disgraced in good company. Let
the knaves whip the fools, and all the fools
laugh at it. [Let the] wise and godly slit
each other's noses and ears (having no need
of any sense of discernment in their craft);
and the knaves, to marshal them, join in a
procession to Bedlam, to entreat the madmen
to omit their sublime Platonic contem-plations,
and manage the state of England.
Let all the honest men who lie penned up
at the prisons or the pillories, in custody
of the pursuivants of the High-Commission
Court, marshal them.

Enter Secretary LYTTELTON, with papers

KING (looking over the papers)

These stiff Scots
His Grace of Canterbury must take order
To force under the Church's yoke. -- You, Wentworth,
Shall be myself in Ireland, and shall add
Your wisdom, gentleness, and energy,
To what in me were wanting. -- My Lord Weston,
Look that those merchants draw not without loss
Their bullion from the Tower; and, on the payment
Of ship-money, take fullest compensation
For violation of our royal forests,
Whose limits, from neglect, have been o'ergrown
With cottages and cornfields. The utter most
Farthing exact from those who claim exemption
From knighthood; that which once was a reward
Shall thus be made a punishment, that subjects
May know how majesty can wear at will
The rugged mood. -- My Lord of Coventry,
Lay my command upon the Courts below
That bail be not accepted for the prisoners
Under the warrant of the Star Chamber.
The people shall not find the stubbornness
Of Parliament a cheap or easy method
Of dealing with their rightful sovereign;
And doubt not this, my Lord of Coventry,
We will find time and place for fit rebuke. --
My Lord of Canterbury.

ARCHY

The fool is here.

LAUD

I crave permission of your Majesty
To order that this insolent fellow be
Chastised; he mocks the sacred character,
Scoffs at the state, and --

KING

What, my Archy?
He mocks and mimics all he sees and hears,
Yet with a quaint and graceful license. Prithee
For this once do not as Prynne would, were he
Primate of England. With your Grace's leave,
He lives in his own world; and, like a parrot
Hung in his gilded prison from the window
Of a queen's bower over the public way,
Blasphemes with a bird's mind; his words, like arrows
Which know no aim beyond the archer's wit,
Strike sometimes what eludes philosophy.
(To ARCHY)
Go, sirrah, and repent of your offence
Ten minutes in the rain; be it your penance
To bring news how the world goes there. -- Poor Archy!
[Exit ARCHY.
He weaves about himself a world of mirth
Out of the wreck of ours.

LAUD

I take with patience, as my Master did,
All scoffs permitted from above.

KING

My lord,
Pray overlook these papers. Archy's words
Had wings, but these have talons.

QUEEN

And the lion
That wears them must be tamed. My dearest lord,
I see the new-born courage in thine eye
Armed to strike dead the spirit of the time,
Which spurs to rage the many-headed beast.
Do thou persist; for, faint but in resolve,
And it were better thou hadst still remained
The slave of thine own slaves, who tear like curs
The fugitive, and flee from the pursuer;
And Opportunity, that empty wolf,
Flies at his throat who falls. Subdue thy actions
Even to the disposition of thy purpose,
And be that tempered as the Ebro's steel;
And banish weak-eyed Mercy to the weak,
Whence she will greet thee with a gift of peace,
And not betray thee with a traitor's kiss,
As when she keeps the company of rebels,
Who think that she is Fear. This do, lest we
Should fall as from a glorious pinnacle
In a bright dream, and wake, as from a dream,
Out of our worshipped state.

KING

Beloved friend,
God is my witness that this weight of power,
Which he sets me my earthly task to wield
Under his law, is my delight and pride
Only because thou lovest that and me.
For a king bears the office of a God
To all the under world; and to his God
Alone he must deliver up his trust,
Unshorn of its permitted attributes.
[It seems] now as the baser elements
Had mutinied against the golden sun
That kindles them to harmony, and quells
Their self-destroying rapine. The wild million
Strike at the eye that guides them; like as humors
Of the distempered body that conspire
Against the spirit of life throned in the heart, --
And thus become the prey of one another,
And last of death....

STRAFFORD

That which would be ambition in a subject
Is duty in a sovereign; for on him,
As on a keystone, hangs the arch of life,
Whose safety is its strength. Degree and form,
And all that makes the age of reasoning man
More memorable than a beast's, depend on this --
That Right should fence itself inviolably
With power; in which respect the state of England
From usurpation by the insolent commons
Cries for reform.
Get treason, and spare treasure. Fee with coin
The loudest murmurers; feed with jealousies
Opposing factions, -- be thyself of none;
And borrow gold of many, for those who lend
Will serve thee till thou payest them; and thus
Keep the fierce spirit of the hour at bay,
Till time, and its coming generations
Of nights and days unborn, bring some one chance,

Or war or pestilence or Nature's self,
By some distemperature or terrible sign,
Be as an arbiter betwixt themselves.
Nor let your Majesty
Doubt here the peril of the unseen event.
How did your brother kings, coheritors
In vour high interest in the subject earth,
Rise past such troubles to that height of power
Where now they sit, and awfully serene
Smile on the trembling world? Such popular storms
Philip the Second of Spain, this Lewis of France,
And late the German head of many bodies,
And every petty lord of Italy,
Quelled or by arts or arms. Is England poorer
Or feebler? or art thou who wield'st her power
Tamer than they? or shall this island be --
[Girdled] by its inviolable waters --
To the world present and the world to come
Sole pattern of extinguished monarchy?
Not if thou dost as I would have thee do.

KING

Your words shall be my deeds;
You speak the image of my thought. My friend
(If kings can have a friend, I call thee so),
Beyond the large commission which [belongs?]
Under the great seal of the realm, take this:
And, for some obvious reasons, let there be
No seal on it, except my kingly word
And honor as I am a gentleman.
Be -- as thou art within my heart and mind --
Another self, here and in Ireland:
Do what thou judgest well, take amplest license,
And stick not even at questionable means.
Hear me, Wentworth. My word is as a wall
Between thee and this world thine enemy --
That hates thee, for thou lovest me.

STRAFFORD

I own
No friend but thee, no enemies but thine,
Thy lightest thought is my eternal law.
How weak, how short, is life to pay --

KING

Peace, peace!
Thou ow'st me nothing yet. --
(To LAUD)
My lord, what say
Those papers?

LAUD

Your Majesty has ever interposed,
In lenity towards your native soil,
Between the heavy vengeance of the Church
And Scotland. Mark the consequence of warming
This brood of northern vipers in your bosom.
The rabble, instructed no doubt
By Loudon, Lindsay, Hume, and false Argyll,
(For the waves never menace heaven until
Scourged by the wind's invisible tyranny)
Have in the very temple of the Lord
Done outrage to his chosen ministers.
They scorn the liturgy of the Holy Church,
Refuse to obey her canons, and deny
The apostolic power with which the Spirit
Has filled its elect vessels, even from him
Who held the keys with power to loose and bind
To him who now pleads in this royal presence. --
Let ampler powers and new instructions be
Sent to the High Commissioners in Scotland.
To death, imprisonment, and confiscation,
Add torture, add the ruin of the kindred
Of the offender, add the brand of infamy,
Add mutilation: and if this suffice not,
Unleash the sword and fire, that in their thirst
They may lick up that scum of schismatics.
I laugh at those weak rebels who, desiring
What we possess, still prate of Christian peace;
As if those dreadful arbitrating messengers
Which play the part of God 'twixt right and wrong,
Should be let loose against the innocent sleep
Of templed cities and the smiling fields,
For some poor argument of policy
Which touches our own profit or our pride,
(Where it indeed were Christian charity
To turn the cheek even to the smiter's hand);
And, when our great Redeemer, when our God,
When he who gave, accepted, and retained,
Himself in propitiation of our sins,
Is scorned in his immediate ministry,
With hazard of the inestimable loss
Of all the truth and discipline which is
Salvation to the extremest generation
Of men innumerable, they talk of peace!
Such peace as Canaan found, let Scotland now!
For, by that Christ who came to bring a sword,
Not peace, upon the earth, and gave command
To his disciples at the passover
That each should sell his robe and buy a sword, --
Once strip that minister of naked wrath,
And it shall never sleep in peace again
Till Scotland bend or break.

KING

My Lord Archbishop,
Do what thou wilt and what thou canst in this.
Thy earthly even as thy heavenly King
Gives thee large power in his unquiet realm.
But we want money, and my mind misgives me
That for so great an enterprise, as yet,
We are unfurnished.

STRAFFORD

Yet it may not long
Rest on our wills.

COTTINGTON

The expenses
Of gathering ship-money, and of distraining
For every petty rate (for we encounter
A desperate opposition inch by inch
In every warehouse and on every farm),
Have swallowed up the gross sum of the imposts;
So that, though felt as a most grievous scourge
Upon the land, they stand us in small stead
As touches the receipt.

STRAFFORD

'T is a conclusion
Most arithmetical: and thence you infer
Perhaps the assembling of a parliament.
Now, if a man should call his dearest enemies
To sit in licensed judgment on his life,
His Majesty might wisely take that course.
(Aside to COTTINGTON)
It is enough to expect from these lean imposts
That they perform the office of a scourge,
Without more profit.
(Aloud)
Fines and confiscations,
And a forced loan from the refractory city,
Will fill our coffers; and the golden love
Of loyal gentlemen and noble friends
For the worshipped father of our common country,
With contributions from the Catholics,
Will make Rebellion pale in our excess.
Be these the expedients until time and wisdom
Shall frame a settled state of government.

LAUD

And weak expedients they! Have we not drained
All, till the which seemed
A mine exhaustless?

STRAFFORD

And the love which is,
If loyal hearts could turn their blood to gold.

LAUD

Both now grow barren; and I speak it not
As loving parliaments, which, as they have been
In the right hand of bold, bad, mighty kings
The scourges of the bleeding Church, I hate.
Methinks they scarcely can deserve our fear.

STRAFFORD

Oh, my dear liege, take back the wealth thou gavest;
With that, take all I held, but as in trust
For thee, of mine inheritance; leave me but
This unprovided body for thy service,
And a mind dedicated to no care
Except thy safety; but assemble not
A parliament. Hundreds will bring, like me,
Their fortunes, as they would their blood, before --

KING

No! thou who judgest them art but one. Alas!
We should be too much out of love with heaven,
Did this vile world show many such as thee,
Thou perfect just and honorable man!
Never shall it be said that Charles of England
Stripped those he loved for fear of those he scorns;
Nor will he so much misbecome his throne
As to impoverish those who most adorn
And best defend it. That you urge, dear Strafford,
Inclines me rather --

QUEEN

To a parliament?
Is this thy firmness? and thou wilt preside
Over a knot of censurers,
To the unswearing of thy best resolves,
And choose the worst, when the worst comes too soon?
Plight not the worst before the worst must come.
Oh, wilt thou smile whilst our ribald foes,
Dressed in their own usurped authority,
Sharpen their tongues on Henrietta's fame?
It is enough! Thou lovest me no more!
(Weeps)

KING

Oh, Henrietta!
(They talk apart)

COTTINGTON [to LAUD]

Money we have none;
And all the expedients of my Lord of Strafford
Will scarcely meet the arrears.

LAUD

Without delay
An army must be sent into the north;
Followed by a Commission of the Church,
With amplest power to quench in fire and blood,
And tears and terror, and the pity of hell,
The intenser wrath of Heresy. God will give
Victory; and victory over Scotland give
The lion England tamed into our hands.
That will lend power, and power bring gold

COTTINGTON
Meanwhile
We must begin first where your Grace leaves off.
Gold must give power, or --

LAUD

I am not averse
From the assembling of a parliament.
Strong actions and smooth words might teach them soon
The lesson to obey. And are they not
A bubble fashioned by the monarch's mouth,
The birth of one light breath? If they serve no purpose,
A word dissolves them.

STRAFFORD

The engine of parliaments
Might be deferred until I can bring over
The Irish regiments; they will serve to assure
The issue of the war against the Scots.
And, this game won -- which if lost, all is lost --
Gather these chosen leaders of the rebels,
And call them, if you will, a parliament.

KING

Oh, be our feet still tardy to shed blood,
Guilty though it may be! I would still spare
The stubborn country of my birth, and ward
From countenances which I loved in youth
The wrathful Church's lacerating hand.
(To LAUD)
Have you o'erlooked the other articles?

Reenter ARCHY

LAUD

Hazlerig, Hampden, Pym, young Harry Vane,
Cromwell, and other rebels of less note,
Intend to sail with the next favoring wind
For the Plantations.

ARCHY

Where they think to found
A commonwealth like Gonzalo's in the play,
Gynaecocoenic and pantisocratic.

KING

What's that, sirrah?

ARCHY

New devil's politics.
Hell is the pattern of all commonwealths;
Lucifer was the first republican.
Will you hear Merlin's prophecy, how three[posts?]
'In one brainless skull, when the whitethorn is full,
Shall sail round the world, and come back again:
Shall sail round the world in a brainless skull,
And come back again when the moon is at full:' --
When, in spite of the Church,
They will hear homilies of whatever length
Or form they please.

[COTTINGTON?]

So please your Majesty to sign this order
For their detention.

ARCHY

If your Majesty were tormented night
and day by fever, gout, rheumatism, and
stone, and asthma, etc., and you found these
diseases had secretly entered into a conspiracy
to abandon you, should you think it
necessary to lay an embargo on the port by
which they meant to dispeople your unquiet
kingdom of man?

KING

If fear were made for kings, the Fool mocks wisely;
But in this case -- (writing) Here, my lord, take the warrant,
And see it duly executed forthwith. --
That imp of malice and mockery shall be punished.
[Exeunt all but KING, QUEEN, and ARCHY.

ARCHY

Ay, I am the physician of whom Plato
prophesied, who was to be accused by the
confectioner before a jury of children, who
found him guilty without waiting for the
summing-up, and hanged him without benefit
of clergy. Thus Baby Charles, and the
Twelfth-night Queen of Hearts, and the
overgrown schoolboy Cottington, and that
little urchin Laud -- who would reduce a
verdict of 'guilty, death,' by famine, if it
were impregnable by composition -- all impanelled
against poor Archy for presenting
them bitter physic the last day of the holidays.

QUEEN

Is the rain over. sirrah?

KING

When it rains
And the sun shines, 't will rain again tomorrow;
And therefore never smile till you've done crying.

ARCHY

But 't is all over now; like the April
anger of woman, the gentle sky has wept
itself serene.

QUEEN

What news abroad? how looks the world
this morning?

ARCHY

Gloriously as a grave covered with virgin
flowers. There's a rainbow in the sky.
Let your Majesty look at it, for

'A rainbow in the morning
Is the shepherd's warning;'

and the flocks of which you are the pastor
are scattered among the mountain-tops,
where every drop of water is a flake of
snow, and the breath of May pierces like a
January blast.

KING

The sheep have mistaken the wolf for
their shepherd, my poor boy; and the shepherd,
the wolves for the watchdogs.

QUEEN

But the rainbow was a good sign, Archy;
it says that the waters of the deluge are
gone, and can return no more.

ARCHY

Ay, the salt-water one; but that of tears
and blood must yet come down, and that of
fire follow, if there be any truth in lies. --
The rainbow hung over the city with all its
shops, ... and churches, from north to
south, like a bridge of congregated lightning
pieced by the masonry of heaven --
like a balance in which the angel that distributes
the coming hour was weighing that
heavy one whose poise is now felt in the
lightest hearts, before it bows the proudest
heads under the meanest feet.

QUEEN

Who taught you this trash, sirrah?

ARCHY

A torn leaf out of an old book trampled
in the dirt. -- But for the rainbow. It
moved as the sun moved, and ... until
the top of the Tower ... of a cloud
through its left-hand tip, and Lambeth
Palace look as dark as a rock before the
other. Methought I saw a crown figured
upon one tip, and a mitre on the other. So,
as I had heard treasures were found where
the rainbow quenches its points upon the
earth, I set off, and at the Tower -- But
I shall not tell your Majesty what I found
close to the closet-window on which the
rainbow had glimmered.

KING

Speak: I will make my Fool my conscience.

ARCHY

Then conscience is a fool. -- I saw there
a cat caught in a rat-trap. I heard the
rats squeak behind the wainscots; it seemed
to me that the very mice were consulting
on the manner of her death.

QUEEN

Archy is shrewd and bitter.

ARCHY

Like the season,
so blow the winds. -- But at the other end
of the rainbow, where the gray rain was
tempered along the grass and leaves by a
tender interfusion of violet and gold in the
meadows beyond Lambeth, what think you
that I found instead of a mitre?

KING

Vane's wits perhaps.

ARCHY

Something as vain. I saw
a gross vapor hovering in a stinking ditch
over the carcass of a dead ass, some rotten
rags, and broken dishes -- the wrecks of
what once administered to the stuffing-out
and the ornament of a worm of worms.
His Grace of Canterbury expects to enter
the New Jerusalem some Palm Sunday in
triumph on the ghost of this ass.

QUEEN

Enough, enough! Go desire Lady Jane
She place my lute, together with the music
Mari received last week from Italy,
In my boudoir, and --
[Exit ARCHY.

KING

I'll go in.

QUEEN

My beloved lord,
Have you not noted that the Fool of late
Has lost his careless mirth, and that his words
Sound like the echoes of our saddest fears?
What can it mean? I should be loath to think
Some factious slave had tutored him.

KING

Oh, no!
He is but Occasion's pupil. Partly 't is
That our minds piece the vacant intervals
Of his wild words with their own fashioning;
As in the imagery of summer clouds,
Or coals of the winter fire, idlers find
The perfect shadows of their teeming thoughts;
And, partly, that the terrors of the time
Are sown by wandering Rumor in all spirits,
And in the lightest and the least may best
Be seen the current of the coming wind.

QUEEN

Your brain is overwrought with these deep thoughts.
Come, I will sing to you; let us go try
These airs from Italy; and, as we pass
The gallery, we'll decide where that Correggio
Shall hang -- the Virgin Mother
With her child, born the King of heaven and earth,
Whose reign is men's salvation. And you shall see
A cradled miniature of yourself asleep,
Stamped on the heart by never-erring love;
Liker than any Vandyke ever made,
A pattern to the unborn age of thee,
Over whose sweet beauty I have wept for joy
A thousand times, and now should weep for sorrow,
Did I not think that after we were dead
Our fortunes would spring high in him, and that
The cares we waste upon our heavy crown
Would make it light and glorious as a wreath
Of heaven's beams for his dear innocent brow.

KING

Dear Henrietta!

SCENE III. -- The Star Chamber. LAUD,
JUXON, STRAFFORD, and others, as Judges.
PRYNNE, as a Prisoner, and then BASTWICK.

LAUD

Bring forth the prisoner Bastwick; let the clerk
Recite his sentence.

CLERK

'That he pay five thousand
Pounds to the king, lose both his ears, be branded
With red-hot iron on the cheek and forehead,
And be imprisoned within Lancaster Castle
During the pleasure of the Court.'

LAUD

Prisoner,
If you have aught to say wherefore this sentence
Should not be put into effect, now speak.

JUXON

If you have aught to plead in mitigation,
Speak.

BASTWICK

Thus, my lords. If, like the prelates, I
Were an invader of the royal power,
A public scorner of the word of God,
Profane, idolatrous, popish, superstitious,
Impious in heart and in tyrannic act,
Void of wit, honesty and temperance;
If Satan were my lord, as theirs, -- our God
Pattern of all I should avoid to do;
Were I an enemy of my God and King
And of good men, as ye are; -- I should merit
Your fearful state and gilt prosperity,
Which, when ye wake from the last sleep, shall turn
To cowls and robes of everlasting fire.
But, as I am, I bid ye grudge me not
The only earthly favor ye can yield,
Or I think worth acceptance at your hands, --
Scorn, mutilation and imprisonment.
Even as my Master did,
Until Heaven's kingdom shall descend on earth,
Or earth be like a shadow in the light
Of Heaven absorbed. Some few tumultuous years
Will pass, and leave no wreck of what opposes
His will whose will is power.

LAUD

Officer, take the prisoner from the bar,
And be his tongue slit for his insolence.

BASTWICK

While this hand holds a pen --

LAUD

Be his hands --

JUXON

Stop!
Forbear, my lord! The tongue, which now can speak
No terror, would interpret, being dumb,
Heaven's thunder to our harm; ...
And hands, which now write only their own shame
With bleeding stumps might sign our blood away.

LAUD

Much more such 'mercy' among men would be,
Did all the ministers of Heaven's revenge
Flinch thus from earthly retribution. I
Could suffer what I would inflict.
[Exit BASTWICK guarded.
Bring up
The Lord Bishop of Lincoln. --
(To STRAFFORD)
Know you not
That, in distraining for ten thousand pounds
Upon his books and furniture at Lincoln,
Were found these scandalous and seditious letters
Sent from one Osbaldistone, who is fled?
I speak it not as touching this poor person;
But of the office which should make it holy,
Were it as vile as it was ever spotless.
Mark too, my lord, that this expression strikes
His Majesty, if I misinterpret not.
Enter BISHOP WILLIAMS guarded

STRAFFORD

'T were politic and just that Williams taste
The bitter fruit of his connection with
The schismatics. But you, my Lord Archbishop,
Who owed your first promotion to his favor,
Who grew beneath his smile --

LAUD

Would therefore beg
The office of his judge from this High Court, --
That it shall seem, even as it is, that I,
In my assumption of this sacred robe,
Have put aside all worldly preference,
All sense of all distinction of all persons,
All thoughts but of the service of the Church. --
Bishop of Lincoln!

WILLIAMS

Peace, proud hierarch!
I know my sentence, and I own it just.
Thou wilt repay me less than I deserve
In stretching to the utmost

SCENE IV. -- HAMPDEN, PYM, CROMWELL, his
Daughter, and young SIR HARRY VANE.

HAMPDEN

England, farewell! Thou, who hast been my cradle,
Shalt never be my dungeon or my grave!
I held what I inherited in thee
As pawn for that inheritance of freedom
Which thou hast sold for thy despoiler's smile.
How can I call thee England, or my country? --
Does the wind hold?

VANE

The vanes sit steady
Upon the Abbey towers. The silver lightnings
Of the evening star, spite of the city's smoke,
Tell that the north wind reigns in the upper air.
Mark too that fleet of fleecy-winged clouds
Sailing athwart St. Margaret's.

HAMPDEN

Hail, fleet herald
Of tempest! that rude pilot who shall guide
Hearts free as his, to realms as pure as thee,
Beyond the shot of tyranny,
Beyond the webs of that swoln spider ...
Beyond the curses, calumnies, and [lies?]
Of atheist priests! And thou
Fair star, whose beam lies on the wide Atlantic,
Athwart its zones of tempest and of calm,
Bright as the path to a beloved home,
Oh, light us to the isles of the evening land!
Like floating Edens cradled in the glimmer
Of sunset, through the distant mist of years
Touched by departing hope, they gleam! lone regions,
Where power's poor dupes and victims yet have never
Propitiated the savage fear of kings
With purest blood of noblest hearts; whose dew
Is yet unstained with tears of those who wake
To weep each day the wrongs on which it dawns;
Whose sacred silent air owns yet no echo
Of formal blasphemies; nor impious rites
Wrest man's free worship, from the God who loves,
To the poor worm who envies us his love!
Receive, thou young of Paradise,
These exiles from the old and sinful world!

This glorious clime, this firmament, whose lights
Dart mitigated influence through their veil
Of pale blue atmosphere; whose tears keep green
The pavement of this moist all-feeding earth;
This vaporous horizon, whose dim round
Is bastioned by the circumfluous sea,
Repelling invasion from the sacred towers, --
Presses upon me like a dungeon's grate,
A low dark roof, a damp and narrow wall.
The boundless universe
Becomes a cell too narrow for the soul
That owns no master; while the loathliest ward
Of this wide prison, England, is a nest
Of cradling peace built on the mountain tops, --
To which the eagle spirits of the free,
Which range through heaven and earth, and scorn the storm
Of time, and gaze upon the light of truth,
Return to brood on thoughts that cannot die
And cannot be repelled.
Like eaglets floating in the heaven of time,
They soar above their quarry, and shall stoop
Through palaces and temples thunder-proof.

SCENE V

ARCHY

I'll go live under the ivy that overgrows
the terrace, and count the tears shed on its
old [roots?] as the [wind?] plays the song
of

'A widow bird sate mourning
Upon a wintry bough.'

(Sings)

Heigho! the lark and the owl!
One flies the morning, and one lulls the night;
Only the nightingale, poor fond soul,
Sings like the fool through darkness and light.

'A widow bird sate mourning for her love
Upon a wintry bough;
The frozen wind crept on above,
The freezing stream below.

'There was no leaf upon the forest bare,
No flower upon the ground,
And little motion in the air
Except the mill-wheel's sound.'






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