Followed by grim disease, glory by shame, THE YOUTH. 'Tis but The anti-mask, and serves as discords do In sweetest music. Who would love May flowers 165 170 175 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 mask Was performed gallantly. And it shows well With the sharp thorns that deck the English crown. A gentle heart enjoys what it confers, Even as it suffers that which it inflicts, Accept my hearty thanks. Call your poor Queen your debtor. Your quaint pageant My young heart shared a portion of the burthen, In Paris ribald censurers dare not move Their poisonous tongues against these sinless sports; Warms those who bask in it, as ours would do ST JOHN. Madam, the love of Englishmen can make. 15 20 25 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? ARCHY. 35 Yes, pray your Grace look: for, like an unsophisticated ... 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. 50 Aye, 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. 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 goodly 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. 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, To what in me were wanting.-My Lord Weston, 67 71 76 For violation of our royal forests, ARCHY. The fool is here. I crave permission of your Majesty To order that this insolent fellow be KING. What, my Archy? 106 Blasphemes with a bird's mind:-his words, like arrows [To Archy] Go, sirrah, and repent of your offence To bring news how the world goes there. [Exit ARCHY. Poor Archy! 110 He weaves about himself a world of mirth LAUD. I take with patience, as my Master did, KING. My lord, Pray overlook these papers. Archy's words. QUEEN. And the lion That wears them must be tamed. My dearest lord, And Opportunity, that empty wolf, 115 120 125 Flies at his throat who falls. Subdue thy actions. And be that tempered as the Ebro's steel; In a bright dream, and wake as from a dream. KING. Beloved friend, God is my witness that this weight of power, 130 135 140 |