KING. Oh no! 465 He is but Occasion's pupil. Partly 'tis: 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 With her child, born the King of heaven and earth, Stamped on the heart by never-erring love; 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, Our fortunes would spring high in him, and that KING. 470 476 479 485 490 Dear Henrietta ! SCENE III. 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 LAUD. Prisoner, If you have aught to say wherefore this sentence JUXON. If you have aught to plead in mitigation, BASTWICK. Thus, my lords. If, like the prelates, I And of good men, as ye are ;-I should merit Which, when ye wake from the last sleep, shall turn But, as I am, I bid ye grudge me not Or I think worth acceptance at your hands,- Even as my Master did, Until Heaven's kingdom shall descend on earth, LAUD. Officer, take the prisoner from the bar, Forbear, my lord! The tongue, which now can speak And hands, which now write only their own shame, LAUD. Much more such "mercy" among men would be, Flinch thus from earthly retribution. I Could suffer what I would inflict. [Exit BASTWICK guarded.] [To Strafford] Know you not The Lord Bishop of Lincoln. That, in distraining for ten thousand pounds Upon his books and furniture at Lincoln, Were found these scandalous and seditious letters I speak it not as touching this poor person; But of the office which should make it holy, Mark too, my lord, that this expression strikes Enter BISHOP WILLIAMS guarded. STRAFFORD. 'Twere politic and just that Williams taste The schismatics. But you, my Lord Archbishop, LAUD. 40 Would therefore beg The office of his judge from this High Court, That it shall seem, even as it is, that I, WILLIAMS. Peace, proud hierarch! I know my sentence, and I own it just. SCENE IV. HAMPDEN, PYM, CROMWELL, his Daughter, and young HAMPDEN. England, farewell! thou who hast been my cradle, As pawn for that inheritance of freedom Which thou hast sold for thy despoiler's smile : VANE. The vanes sit steady Upon the Abbey towers. The silver lightnings HAMPDEN. Hail, fleet herald Of tempest! that rude pilot who shall guide Beyond the shot of tyranny, 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, Oh light us to the isles of the evening land! With purest blood of noblest hearts; whose dew To weep each day the wrongs on which it dawns; These exiles from the old and sinful world! This glorious clime, this firmament, whose lights Of pale blue atmosphere; whose tears keep green A low dark roof, a damp and narrow wall. 20 24 30 40 45 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 And cannot be repelled. 85 Like eaglets floating in the heaven of time, |