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God is my witness that this weight of Of nights and days unborn, bring some power, one chance,
Which he sets me my earthly task to wield
Under his law, is my delight and pride
Their self-destroying rapine. The wild million
Strike at the eye that guides them; like as humours
Of the distempered body that conspire
Strafford. That which would be
Is duty in a sovereign; for on him,
And all that makes the age of reasoning
More memorable than a beast's, depend On this—that Right should fence itself inviolably
With power; in which respect the state (If kings can have a friend, I call thee of England
Opposing factions,-be thyself of none; And borrow gold of many, for those who lend
Or war or pestilence or Nature's self,
Where now they sit, and awfully serene
Will serve thee till thou payest them; and thus
Philip the second of Spain, this Lewis of France,
And late the German head of many bodies,
Keep the fierce spirit of the hour at bay,
And every petty lord of Italy,
[Girdled] by its inviolable waters—
From usurpation by the insolent commons Beyond the large commission which Cries for reform. belongs Get treason, and spare treasure. Fee Under the great seal of the realm, take with coin this: The loudest murmurers; feed with jeal- And, for some obvious reasons, let ousies there be
Sole pattern of extinguished monarchy ?
King. Your words shall be my deeds: You speak the image of my thought. My friend
No seal on it, except my kingly word
Another self, here and in Ireland:
And stick not even at questionable To death, imprisonment, and confisca
Add torture, add the ruin of the kindred
me, Wentworth. My word is as a wall Between thee and this world thine Of the offender, add the brand of inenemy-
That hates thee, for thou lovest me.
Thy lightest thought is my eternal law.
(To LAUD). Those papers? Laud.
They may lick up that scum of schis-
I laugh at those weak rebels who, de-
Your Majesty has ever inter-
Mark the consequence Of templed cities and the smiling fields, of warming For some poor argument of policy This brood of northern vipers in your Which touches our own profit or our
The rabble, instructed no doubt
Where it indeed were Christian charity By Loudon, Lindsay, Hume, and false To turn the cheek even to the smiter's Argyll (For the waves never menace heaven until
Scourged by the wind's invisible
Have in the very temple of the Lord
Refuse to obey her canons, and deny
Add mutilation: and if this suffice not, Unleash the sword and fire, and in their thirst
And, when our great Redeemer, when our God,
When he who gave, accepted, and re-
Himself in propitiation of our sins,
For, by that Christ who came to bring
Not peace, upon the earth, and gave
Once strip that minister of naked wrath,
Till Scotland bend or break.
Of loyal gentlemen and noble friends My Lord Arch- For the worshipped father of our common country,
Do what thou wilt and what thou canst With contributions from the catholics, in this. Will make Rebellion pale in our excess. Be these the expedients until time and wisdom
Shall frame a settled state of govern
Rest on our wills.
Thy earthly even as thy heavenly King Gives thee large power in his unquiet realm.
But we want money, and my mind mis-
That for so great an enterprise, as yet,
Yet it may not
For every petty rate (for we encounter
Laud. And weak expedients they!
[Aside to COTTINGTON. It is enough to expect from these lean imposts
That they perform the office of a
All, till the
A mine exhaustless?
Laud. Both now grow barren: and
As loving parliaments, which, as they
In the right hand of bold bad mighty kings
So that, though felt as a most grievous The scourges of the bleeding Church, I
Upon the land, they stand us in small Methinks they scarcely can deserve our
'Tis a conclu
To sit in licensed judgment on his life,
And the love
If loyal hearts could turn their blood to
Strafford. Oh! my dear liege, take back the wealth thou gavest: With that, take all I held, but as in
For thee, of mine inheritance: leave me
This unprovided body for thy service,
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
Without more profit. (Aloud.) Fines and confiscations,
And a forced loan from the refractory
Did this vile world show many such as thee,
Thou perfect, just, and honourable man! Will fill our coffers: and the golden Never shall it be said that Charles of
Stripped those he loved for fear of those We must begin first where your Grace he scorns;
Nor will he so much misbecome his
Gold must give power, or――
As to impoverish those who most adorn
I am not averse
The lesson to obey. And are they not To a parlia- A bubble fashioned by the monarch's
Is this thy firmness? and thou wilt pre- The birth of one light breath? If they side
Over a knot of
serve no purpose,
Plight not the worst before the worst
Dressed in their own usurped authority,
It is enough! Thou lovest me no [Weeps.
King. Oh, Henrietta!
Will scarcely meet the arrears.
With amplest power to quench in fire
The engine of parlia
Might be deferred until I can bring
The Irish regiments: they will serve to
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,
Guilty though it may be! I would still
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?
[Re-enter ARCHY. Laud. Hazlerig, Hampden, Pym, young Harry Vane, Cromwell, and other rebels of less note, And tears and terror, and the pity of Intend to sail with the next favouring
The intenser wrath of Heresy. God For the Plantations.
Victory; and victory over Scotland give
That will lend power, and power bring
Archy. Where they think to found
Lucifer was the first republican.
"In one brainless skull, when the
Shall sail round the world, and come back again:
Shall sail round the world in a brain
Archy. But 'tis all over now: like
And come back again when the moon the April anger of woman, the gentle is at full:"
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 So please your Majesty in the sky. Let your Majesty look at it, for
When, in spite of the Church,
They will hear homilies of whatever
Or form they please.
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?
But in this case- (writing).
[Exeunt all but KING, QUEEN,
presenting them bitter physic the last
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; If fear were made for kings, and the shepherd, the wolves for their the Fool mocks wisely;
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, 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 with out waiting for the summing-up, and hanged him without benefit of clergy. Thus Baby Charles, and the Twelfthnight 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
Queen. Is the rain over, sirrah?
And therefore never smile till you've done crying.
"A rainbow in the morning
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.
Who taught you this trash, Archy. A torn leaf out of an old