Charles the First

Charles the First

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  • ["Charles the First" was designed in 1818, begun towards the close of
    1819 [Medwin, "Life", 2 page 62], resumed in January, and finally laid
    aside by June, 1822. It was published in part in the "Posthumous
    Poems", 1824, and printed, in its present form (with the addition of
    some 530 lines), by Mr. W.M. Rossetti, 1870. Further particulars are
    given in the Editor's Notes at the end of Volume 3.]


    DRAMATIS PERSONAE
    :


    KING CHARLES I
    .
    QUEEN HENRIETTA.
    LAUD, ARCHBISHOP OF CANTERBURY.
    WENTWORTH, EARL OF STRAFFORD.
    LORD COTTINGTON.
    LORD WESTON.
    LORD COVENTRY.
    WILLIAMS, BISHOP OF LINCOLN.
    SECRETARY LYTTELTON.
    JUXON.
    ST. JOHN.
    ARCHY, THE COURT FOOL.
    HAMPDEN.
    PYM.
    CROMWELL.
    CROMWELL'S DAUGHTER.
    SIR HARRY VANE THE YOUNGER.
    LEIGHTON.
    BASTWICK.
    PRYNNE.
    GENTLEMEN OF THE INNS OF COURT, CITIZENS, PURSUIVANTS,
    MARSHALSMEN, LAW STUDENTS, JUDGES, CLERK.

    SCENE 1:


    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. _5
    Eight years are gone,
    And they seem hours, since in this populous 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 _10
    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.


    NOTE
    :
    _10 now that vanity reigns 1870; now reigns vanity 1824.


    A YOUTH
    :
    Yet, father, 'tis a happy sight to see, _15
    Beautiful, innocent, and unforbidden
    By God or man;—'tis like the bright procession
    Of skiey visions in a solemn dream
    From which men wake as from a Paradise,
    And draw new strength to tread the thorns of life. _20
    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 _25
    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 _30
    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 _35
    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 _40
    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, _45
    For the violet paths of pleasure. This Charles the First
    Rose like the equinoctial sun,...
    By vapours, through whose threatening ominous veil
    Darting his altered influence he has gained
    This height of noon—from which he must decline _50
    Amid the darkness of conflicting storms,
    To dank extinction and to latest night...
    There goes
    The apostate Strafford; he whose titles
    whispered aphorisms _55
    From Machiavel and Bacon: and, if Judas
    Had been as brazen and as bold as he—


    NOTES
    :
    _33-_37 Canst...enginery 1870;
        Canst thou not think
        Of change in that low scene, in which thou art
        Not a spectator but an actor?... 1824.
    _43-_57 Wrap...bold as he 1870; omitted 1824.


    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: _60
    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. _65


    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! _70
    There's old Sir Henry Vane, the Earl of Pembroke,
    Lord Essex, and Lord Keeper Coventry,
    And others who make base their English breed
    By vile participation of their honours
    With papists, atheists, tyrants, and apostates. _75
    When lawyers masque 'tis 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 dishonoured heads _80
    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 _85
    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?


    NOTE
    :
    _73 make 1824; made 1839.


    LEIGHTON
    :
    I WAS Leighton: what
    I AM thou seest. And yet turn thine eyes,
    And with thy memory look on thy friend's mind, _90
    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 _95
    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. _100
    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. _105


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


    SECOND CITIZEN
    :
    I learnt it in
    Egyptian bondage, sir. Your worm of Nile
    Betrays not with its flattering tears like they;
    For, when they cannot kill, they whine and weep. _110
    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.


    NOTE
    :
    _78-_114 A seasonable...of the flesh 1870; omitted 1824.
    _108 bondage cj. Forman; bondages 1870.


    A MARSHALSMAN
    :
    Give place, give place!
    You torch-bearers, advance to the great gate, _115
    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 _120
    [Gasp?] to us on the wind's wave. It comes!
    And their sounds, floating hither round the pageant,
    Rouse up the astonished air.


    NOTE
    :
    _119-_123 Even now...air 1870; omitted 1824.


    FIRST CITIZEN
    :
    I will not think but that our country's wounds
    May yet be healed. The king is just and gracious, _125
    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;
    Councils and counsellors hang on one another,
    Hiding the loathsome _130
    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!


    NOTE
    :
    _132 how the 1870; loud 1824.


    A MARSHALSMAN
    :
    Give place _135
    To the Marshal of the Masque!


    A PURSUIVANT
    :
    Room for the King!


    NOTE
    :
    _136 A Pursuivant: Room for the King! 1870; omitted 1824.


    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 _140
    Of Indian seas; some like the new-born moon;
    And some like cars in which the Romans climbed
    (Canopied by Victory's eagle-wings outspread)
    The Capitolian—See how gloriously
    The mettled horses in the torchlight stir _145
    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.


    NOTE
    :
    _138-40 Rolling...depths 1870;
    Rolling like painted clouds before the wind
    Some are
    Like curved shells, dyed by the azure depths 1824.


    SECOND CITIZEN
    :
    Ay, there they are— _150
    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. _155
    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 _160
    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. _165
    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, _170
    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!


    NOTES
    :
    _162 her 1870; its 1824.
    _170 jades 1870; shapes 1824.
    _173 presentment 1870; presentiment 1824.


    THE YOUTH
    :
    'Tis but
    The anti-masque, and serves as discords do _175
    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! _180


    NOTE
    :
    _179, _180 I...place! 1870; omitted 1824.

    SCENE 2:


    A CHAMBER IN WHITEHALL.
    ENTER THE KING, QUEEN, LAUD, LORD STRAFTORD,
    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. _5
    A gentle heart enjoys what it confers,
    Even as it suffers that which it inflicts,
    Though Justice guides the stroke.
    Accept my hearty thanks.


    NOTE
    :
    _3-9 And...thanks 1870; omitted 1824.


    QUEEN
    :
    And gentlemen,
    Call your poor Queen your debtor. Your quaint pageant _10
    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 _15
    Are well devised—such as I was ere yet
    My young heart shared a portion of the burthen,
    The careful weight, of this great monarchy.
    There, gentlemen, between the sovereign's pleasure
    And that which it regards, no clamour lifts _20
    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 _25
    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 favour of their lawful king _30
    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. _35


    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. _48


    STRAFFORD
    :
    A rod in pickle for the Fool's back!


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


    STRAFFORD
    :
    Insolent! You shall have your coat turned and be whipped out of the
    palace for this. _53


    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
    contemplations, and manage the state of England. Let all the honest
    men who lie [pinched?] up at the prisons or the pillories, in custody
    of the pursuivants of the High-Commission Court, marshal them. _65


    NOTE
    :
    _64 pinched marked as doubtful by Rossetti.
        1870; Forman, Dowden; penned Woodberry.


    [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, _70
    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 shipmoney, take fullest compensation
    For violation of our royal forests, _75
    Whose limits, from neglect, have been o'ergrown
    With cottages and cornfields. The uttermost
    Farthing exact from those who claim exemption
    From knighthood: that which once was a reward
    Shall thus be made a punishment, that subjects _80
    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. _85
    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.— _90
    My Lord of Canterbury.


    NOTE
    :
    _22-90 In Paris...rebuke 1870; omitted 1824.


    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—


    NOTE
    :
    _95 state 1870; stake 1824.


    KING
    :
    What, my Archy? _95
    He mocks and mimics all he sees and hears,
    Yet with a quaint and graceful licence—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 _100
    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.— _105
    [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.
    [EXIT ARCHY.]
    Poor Archy!
    He weaves about himself a world of mirth
    Out of the wreck of ours. _110


    NOTES
    :
    _99 With your Grace's leave 1870; omitted 1824.
    _106-_110 Go...ours spoken by THE QUEEN, 1824.


    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, _115
    I see the new-born courage in your 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 _120
    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, _125
    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, _130
    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.


    NOTES
    :
    _116 your 1824; thine 1870.
    _118 Which...beast 1870; omitted 1824.


    KING
    :
    Beloved friend,
    God is my witness that this weight of power, _135
    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 _140
    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 _145
    Their self-destroying rapine. The wild million
    Strike at the eye that guides them; like as humours
    Of the distempered body that conspire
    Against the spirit of life throned in the heart,—
    And thus become the prey of one another, _150
    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, _155
    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 _160
    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 _165
    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,— _170
    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 _175
    In your 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, _180
    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— _185
    [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: _190
    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 _195
    No seal on it, except my kingly word
    And honour 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 licence, _200
    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: _205
    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, _210
    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 _215
    By London, 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. _220
    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, _225
    To him who now pleads in this royal presence.—
    Let ample 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 _230
    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 _235
    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, _240
    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, _245
    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 _250
    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 _255
    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.


    NOTES
    :
    _134-_232 Beloved...mutilation 1870; omitted 1824.
    _237 arbitrating messengers 1870; messengers of wrath 1824.
    _239 the 1870; omitted 1524.
    _243-_244 Parentheses inserted 1870.
    _246, _247 When He...sins 1870; omitted 1824.
    _248 ministry 1870; ministers 1824.
    _249-52 With...innumerable 1870; omitted 1824.


    KING
    :
    My Lord Archbishop, _260
    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, _265
    We are unfurnished.


    STRAFFORD
    :
    Yet it may not long
    Rest on our wills.


    COTTINGTON
    :
    The expenses
    Of gathering shipmoney, and of distraining
    For every petty rate (for we encounter
    A desperate opposition inch by inch _270
    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
    :
    'Tis a conclusion _275
    Most arithmetical: and thence you infer
    Perhaps the assembling of a parliament.
    Now, if a man should call his dearest enemies
    T0 sit in licensed judgement on his life,
    His Majesty might wisely take that course. _280
    [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 _285
    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 _290
    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. _295


    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. _300


    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 _305
    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, _310
    Did this vile world show many such as thee,
    Thou perfect, just, and honourable 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 _315
    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, _320
    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, _325
    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 _330
    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 _335
    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 _340
    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, _345
    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— _350
    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 _355
    From countenances which I loved in youth
    The wrathful Church's lacerating hand.
    [TO LAUD.]
    Have you o'erlooked the other articles?


    [ENTER ARCHY.]


    LAUD
    :
    Hazlerig, Hampden, Pym, young Harry Vane,
    Cromwell, and other rebels of less note, _360
    Intend to sail with the next favouring wind
    For the Plantations.


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


    NOTE
    :
    _363 Gonzalo's 1870; Gonzaga Boscombe manuscript.


    KING
    :
    What's that, sirrah?


    ARCHY
    :
    New devil's politics. _365
    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: _370
    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. _375


    [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? _383


    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. _387


    [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 impannelled against poor Archy for
    presenting them bitter physic the last day of the holidays. _397


    QUEEN
    :
    Is the rain over, sirrah?


    KING
    :
    When it rains
    And the sun shines, 'twill rain again to-morrow:
    And therefore never smile till you've done crying. _400


    ARCHY
    :
    But 'tis 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 _407
    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. _411


    KING
    :
    The sheep have mistaken the wolf for their shepherd, my poor boy; and
    the shepherd, the wolves for their 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. _424


    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. _435


    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, _440
    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. _445


    ARCHY
    :
    Something as vain. I saw a gross vapour 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. _451


    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.


    NOTE
    :
    _254-_455 For by...I'll go in 1870; omitted 1824.


    QUEEN
    :
    MY beloved lord, _455
    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 loth to think
    Some factious slave had tutored him.


    KING
    :
    Oh, no! _460
    He is but Occasion's pupil. Partly 'tis
    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 _465
    The perfect shadows of their teeming thoughts:
    And partly, that the terrors of the time
    Are sown by wandering Rumour in all spirits;
    And in the lightest and the least, may best
    Be seen the current of the coming wind. _470


    NOTES
    :
    _460, _461 Oh...pupil 1870; omitted 1824.
    _461 Partly 'tis 1870; It partly is 1824.
    _465 of 1870; in 1824.


    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 _475
    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, _480
    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 _485
    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.


    NOTE
    :
    _473-_477 and, as...salvation 1870; omitted 1824.


    KING
    :
    Dear Henrietta!


    SCENE 3:


    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 _5
    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 _10
    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; _15
    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, _20
    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 favour ye can yield,
    Or I think worth acceptance at your hands,— _25
    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 _30
    Will pass, and leave no wreck of what opposes
    His will whose will is power.


    NOTE
    :
    _27-_32 even...power printed as a fragment, Garnett, 1862; inserted
            here conjecturally, Rossetti, 1870.


    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! _35
    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. _40


    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 STRATFORD.]
    Know you not _45
    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; _50
    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
    :
    'Twere politic and just that Williams taste _55
    The bitter fruit of his connection with
    The schismatics. But you, my Lord Archbishop,
    Who owed your first promotion to his favour,
    Who grew beneath his smile—


    LAUD
    :
    Would therefore beg
    The office of his judge from this High Court,— _60
    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.— _65
    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


    ...


    NOTE
    :
    Scene 3. _1-_69 Bring...utmost 1870; omitted 1824.

    SCENE 4:


    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: _5
    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. _10
    Mark too that flock of fleecy-winged clouds
    Sailing athwart St. Margaret's.


    NOTE
    :
    _11 flock 1824; fleet 1870.


    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, _15
    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, _20
    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, _25
    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; _30
    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. _35
    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; _40
    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. _45
    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,— _50
    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. _55
    Like eaglets floating in the heaven of time,
    They soar above their quarry, and shall stoop
    Through palaces and temples thunderproof.


    NOTES
    :
    _13 rude 1870; wild 1824.
    _16-_18 Beyond...priests 1870; omitted 1824.
    _25 Touched 1870; Tinged 1824.
    _34 To the poor 1870; Towards the 1824.
    _38 their 1870; the 1824.
    _46 boundless 1870; mighty 1824.
    _48 owns no 1824; owns a 1870. ward 1870; spot 1824.
    _50 cradling 1870; cradled 1824.
    _54, _55 Return...repelled 1870;
             Return to brood over the [ ] thoughts
             That cannot die, and may not he repelled 1824.
    _56-_58 Like...thunderproof 1870; omitted 1824.


    SCENE 5:




    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.' _5
    [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 _10
    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, _15
    And little motion in the air
    Except the mill-wheel's sound.'


    NOTE
    :
    Scene 5. _1-_9 I'll...light 1870; omitted 1824.


    ***