To final battle drew, disdaining flight Or faint retreat; when the great Son of God 275 To all his host on either hand thus spake : "Stand still in bright array, ye saints! here stand, Ye angels arm'd, this day from battle rest: 280 ye done And as ye have receiv'd, so have Not you, but me, they have despis'd, Because the Father, to whom in heaven supreme 285 290 Hath honor'd me according to his will. Therefore to me their doom he hath assign'd; That they may have their wish, to try with me 295 In battle which the stronger proves; they all, "So spake the Son, and into terror chang'd Nor other strife with them do I vouchsafe.' His count'nance, too severe to be beheld, At once the Four spread out their starry wings 300 305 The steadfast empyrean shook throughout, All but the throne itself of God. Full soon Among them he arriv'd, in his right hand 310 315 All courage; down their idle weapons dropp'd; O'er shields, and helms, and helmed heads he rode Of thrones and mighty seraphim prostrate, That wish'd the mountains now might be again Thrown on them, as a shelter from his ire. 320 Among th' accurs'd, that wither'd all their strength, And of their wonted vigor left them drain'd, Exhausted, spiritless, afflicted, fall'n. Yet half his strength he put not forth, but check'd 330 His thunder in mid volley; for he meant Not to destroy, but root them out of heaven: Drove them before him thunder-struck, pursued 335 With terrors and with furies, to the bounds And crystal wall of heaven; which, opening wide, Roll'd inward, and a spacious gap disclos'd Into the wasteful deep. The monstrous sight Struck them with horror backward, but far worse 340 Urg'd them behind; headlong themselves they threw Down from the verge of heaven; eternal wrath "Hell heard the unsufferable noise; Hell saw Heaven ruining from heaven, and would have fled Her dark foundations, and too fast had bound. 345 Through his wild anarchy, so huge a rout 350 Encumber'd him with ruin. Hell at last, Yawning, receiv'd them whole, and on them clos'd: Unquenchable, the house of woe and pain. Disburden'd heaven rejoic'd, and soon repair'd 355 "Sole victor, from th' expulsion of his foes, Messiah his triumphal chariot turn'd; To meet him, all his saints, who silent stood 360 With jubilee advanc'd; and, as they went, Shaded with branching palm, each order bright THE FALL OF WOLSEY.-[SHAKSPEARE.] Wolsey. So farewell to the little good you bear me. 365 5 His greatness is a' ripening,-nips his root, But far beyond my depth: my high-blown pride 10 15 20 Never to hope again. Why, how now, Cromwell? 25 What, amaz'd Cromwell. I have no power to speak, sir. Wol.- I am fallen indeed. Crom.-How does your grace? Wol. Never so truly happy, my good Cromwell. Nay, an' you weep, 30 Why, well; I know myself now; and I feel within me A peace above all earthly dignities, A still and quiet conscience. The king has cur'd I humbly thank his grace; and from these shoulders, These ruin'd pillars, out of pity, taken A load would sink a navy, too much honor: 40 Crom.-I am glad your grace has made that right use of it. Wol.-I hope I have: I am able now, methinks To endure more miseries, and greater far, Crom. Is your displeasure with the king. Wol. The heaviest and the worst, God bless him! 45 Crom. The next is, that Sir Thomas More is chosen 50 Lord Chancellor in your place. Wol.-That's somewhat sudden : But he's a learned man.--May he continue For truth's sake, and his conscience; that his bones, 55 Crom.-That Cranmer is return'd with welcome, Wol.-That's news indeed. Crom. Last, that the lady Anne, Whom the king hath in secrecy long married, Wol.-There was the weight that pull'd me down. O Cromwell, The king has gone beyond me; all my glories In that one woman I have lost forever: No sun shall ever usher forth mine honors, 60 |