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The mother came upon her—a child SCENE V.-LONDON. A ROOM was born
IN THE PALACE. And, sir, they hurl'd it back into the fire,
A Gallery on one side. The moonlight That, being but baptized in fire, the streaming through a range of windows babe
on the wall opposite. Mary, LADY Might be in fire forever. Ah, good CLARENCE, LADY MAGDALEN DA. neighbor, .
CRES, ALICE. QUEEN pacing the There should be something fierier than Gallery. A writing-table in front. fire
QUEEN comes to the table and writes To yield them their deserts.
and goes again, pacing the Gallery. First.
Amen to all You wish, and further.
Lady Clarence. Mine eyes are dim: A Third Voice. Deserts! Amen to what hath she written ? read. what? Whose deserts? Yours? You Alice. “I am dying, Philip; come to have a gold ring on your finger, and me.' soft raiment about your body; and is Lady Magdalen. There — up and not the woman up yonder sleeping af down, poor lady, up and down. ter all she has done, in peace and Alice. And how her shadow crosses quietness, on a soft bed, in a closed one by one room, with light, fire, physic, tendance; The moonlight casements pattern'd on and I have seen the true men of the wall, Christ lying famine-dead by scores, and Following her like her sorrow. She under no ceiling but the cloud that turns again.
[again. wept.on them, not for them.
[QUEEN sits and writes, and goes First. Friend, tho' so late, it is not Lady Clarence. What hath she writ. safe to preach.
ten now? You had best go home. What are Alice. Nothing: but “come, come, you?
come,” and all awry, Third. What am I? One who cries | And blctted by her tears. This cancontinually with sweat and tears to the not last. [QUEEN returns. Lord God that it would please Him Mary. I whistle to the bird has broout of His infinite love to break down ken cage, all kingship and queenship, all priest And all in vain. (Sitting down. hood and prelacy: to cancel and abol-Calais gon
Calais gone-Guisnes gone, too-and ish all bonds of human allegiance, all Philip gone! the magistracy, all the nobles, and all the Lady Clarence. Dear Madam, Philip wealthy; and to send us again, accord is but at the wars; ing to his promise, the one King, the I cannot doubt but that he comes Christ, and all things in common, as again; in the day of the first church, when And he is with you in a measure still. Christ Jesus was King.
I never look'd upon so fair a likeness First. If ever I heard a madman,– As your great King in armor there, his let's away!
'hand Why, you long-winded-Sir, you go | Upon his helmet. beyond me.
[Pointing to the portrait of PHILIP I pride myself on being moderate.
on the wall. Good-night! Go home! Besides, you Mary. Doth he not look noble? curse so loud.
| I had heard of him in battle over seas, The watch will hear you. Get you And I would have my warrior all in home at once.
[Exeunt. | arms.
He said it was not courtly to stand May make your Grace forget yourself helmeted
a little. Before the Queen. He had his gra. | There runs a shallow brook across our cious moment
field Altho' you'll not believe me. How he For twenty miles, where the black smiles
crow flies five, As if he loved me yet!
And doth so bound and babble all the Lady Clarence. And so he does. way Mary. He never loved me-nay, he | As if itself were happy. It was May: could not love me.
time, It was his father's policy against And I was walking with the man I France.
loved. I am eleven years older than he I loved him, but I thought I was not Poor boy.
[Weeps. loved. Alice. That was a lusty boy of twen- And both were silent, letting the wild ty-seven;
[Aside. brook Poor enough in God's grace!
Speak for us — till he stoop'd and Mary. And all in vain ! I gather'd one
[nots, The Queen of Scots is married to the From out a bed of thick forget-meDauphin,
Look'd hard and sweet at me, and gave And Charles, the lord of this low world, it me, is gone;
I took it, tho' I did not know I took And all his wars and wisdoms past - it, away ;
And put it in my bosom, and all at And in a moment I shall follow him. once Lady Clarence. Nay, dearest Lady,
I felt his arms about me, and his lipssee your good physician.
Mary. O God! I have been too Mary. Drugs—but he knows they
slack; cannot help me-says
There are Hot Gospellers even among That rest is all-tells me I must not our guardsthink
Nobles we dared not touch. We have That I must rest-I shall rest by and
but burnt by.
The heretic priest, workmen, and Catch the wild cat, cage him, and when women and children. he springs
Wet, famine, ague, fever, storm, wreck, And maims himself against the bars,
wrath, say “rest:"
We have so play'd the coward; but by Why, you must kill him if you would God's grace, have him rest
We'll follow Philip's leading, and set Dead or alive you cannot make him
The Holy Office here — garner the Lady Clarence. Your Majesty has
wheat, lived so pure a life,
And burn the tares with unquenchable And done such mighty things by Holy
fire ! Church,
Burn !I trust that God will make you happy
Fie, what a savor ! tell the cooks to yet.
close Mary. What is the strange thing | The doors of all the offices below. happiness? Sit down here :
Latimer ! Tell me thine happiest hour.
| Sir, we are private with our women Lady Clarence.
I will, if that here
Ever a rough, blunt, and uncourtly fel By slaughter of the body? I could low-i
not, girl, Thou light a torch that never will go Not this way,callous with a constant out!
stripe, 'Tis out-mine flames. Women, the Unwoundable. Thy knife! Holy Father
Alice. Take heed, take heed ! Has ta'en the legateship from our The blade is keen as death. cousin Pole
This Philip shall not Was that well done ? and poor Pole Stare in upon me in my haggardness; pines of it,
Old, miserable, diseased, As I do, to the death. I am but a Incapable of children. Come thou woman,
down. I have no power.—Ah, weak and meek [Cuts out the picture and throws it old man,
down. Sevenfold dishonor'd even in the sight Lie there. (Wails.) O God, I have Of thine own sectaries—No, no. No' killed my Philip. pardon !
No, Why that was false: there is the right Madam, you have but cut the canvas hand still
out, Beckons me hence.
We can replace it. Sir, you were burnt for heresy, not for Mary. All is well then; resttreason,
I will to rest; he said I must have Remember that! 'twas I and Bonner rest. did it,
[Cries of “ELIZABETH” in the And Pole; we are three to one-Have
street. you found mercy there,
A cry! What's that? Elizabeth? reGrant it me here: and sce, he smiles volt? and goes,
A new Northumberland, another Gentle as in life.
Wyatt ? Alice. Madain, who goes? King I'll fight it on the threshold of the
Philip ? Mary. No, Philip comes and goes, Lady Clarence. Madam, your royal but never goes.
sister comes to see you. Women, when I am dead,
Mary. I will not see her. Open my heart, and there you will find Who knows if Boleyn's daughter be written
my sister ? Two names, Philip and Calais; open I will see none except the priest. Your his,
arm. [TO LADY CLARENCE. So that he 'ave one,
O Saint of Aragon, with that sweet You will find Philip only, policy, polo worn smile icy,
Among thy patient wrinkles-Help me Ay, worse than that-not one hour true hence.
[Exeunt. to me ! Foul maggots crawling in a fester'd ”.
The Priest passes. Enter ELIZABETH vice !
and SIR WILLIAM CECIL. Adulterous to the very heart of Hell. | Elizabeth. Good counsel yoursHast thou a knife?
No one in waiting ? still, Alice. Ay, Madam, but o' God's As if the chamberlain were Death mercy
himself! Mary. Fool, think'st thou I would | The room she sleeps in-is not this tho peril mine own soul
No, that way there are voices. Am I Till all men have their Bible, rich and too late?
poor. Cecil . . . God guide me lest I lose i Alice. The Queen is dying, or you
the way. (Exit ELIZABETH. dare not say it. Cecil. Many points weather’d, many perilous ones,
Enter ELIZABETH. At last a harbor opens ; but therein
Elizabeth. The Queen is dead. Sunk rocks--they need fine steering-1 Cecil. Then here she stands / my much it is
homage. To be nor mad, nor bigot-have
Elizabeth. She knew me, and ac. mind
knowledged me her heir, Not let Priests' talk, or dream of Pray'd me to pay her debts, and keep worlds to be,
the Faith; Miscolor things about her - sudden
Then claspt the cross, and pass'd away touches
in peace. For him, or him-sunk rocks; no pas- | I left her lying still and beautiful, sionate faith
More beautiful than in life. Why But-if let be-balance and compro
would you vex yourself, mise;
Poor sister? Sir, I swear I have no Brave, wary, sane to the heart of her
heart a Tudor
To be your Queen. To reign is restSchool'd by the shadow of death-a
less fence, Boleyn, too,
Tierce, quart, and trickery. Peace is Glancing across the Tudor--not so
with the dead. well.
Her life was winter, for her Spring was Enter ALICE
And she loved much: pray God she be Ilow is the good Queen now ?
Away from Philip. Cecil. Peace with the dead, who Back in her childhood-prattling to never were at peace ! her mother
Yet she loved one so much-I needs Of her betrothal to the Emperor must say Charles,
That never English monarch dying left And childlike-jealous of him again, England so little. and once
Élizabeth. But with Cecil's aid She thank'd her father sweetly for his And others, if our person be secured book
From traitor stabs we will make Eng. Against that godless German. Ah,
land great. those days Were happy. It was never merry | Enter PAGET and other LORDS OF THE
COUNCIL, Sir RALPH BAGENHALL, world
etc. In England, since the Bible came among us.
Lords. God save Elizabeth, the Cecil. And who says that?
Queen of England ! Alice. It is a saying among the Bagenhall. God save the Crown : Catholics.
the Papacy is no more. Cecil. It never will be merry world Paget (aside). Are we so sure of that? in England
Acclamation. God save the Queen!
To His ExceLLENCY
VICEROY AND GOVERNOR-GENERAL OF INDIA.
MY DEAR LORD LYTTON, -After old-world records,-such as the Bayeux tapestry and the Roman de Rou,- Edward Freeman's History of the Norman Conquest, and your father's Historical Romance treating of the same times, have been mainly helpful to me in writing this Drama. Your father dedicated his “Harold” to my father's brother; allow me to dedicate my “ Harold” to yourself.
SHOW-DAY AT BATTLE ABBEY, 1876.
KING EDWARD THE CONFESSOR.
(Sons of Godwin).
EDITH (Ward of King Edward).
* Compater Heraldi, quidam partim Norinannus et Anglus. Guy of Amiens.