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A Soldier. Is an honest yeoman's spear
Ah, dastard ! De Kaims. What, you are vulnerable! my
prisoner! Stephen. No, not yet. I disclaim it, and demand Death as a sovereign right unto a king Who 'sdains to yield to any but his peer, If not in title, yet in noble deeds, The Earl of Glocester. Stab to the hilt, De Kaims, For I will never by mean hands be led From this so famous field. Do you hear! Be quick!
[Trumpets. Enter the Earl of CHESTER
SCENE IV.--A Presence Chamber. Queen Maud in
a Chair of State, the Earls of GLOCESTER and CHESTER, Lords, Attendants. '
Maud. Glocester, no more. I will behold that
Glocester. Faithful counsel have I given;
Maud. The Heavens forbid that I should not
think so, For by thy valour have I won this realm, Which by thy wisdom I will ever keep. To sage advisers let me ever bend A meek attentive ear, so that they treat Of the wide kingdom's rule and government, Not trenching on our actions personal. Advised, not school'd, I would be; and henceforth Spoken to in clear, plain, and open terms, Not side-ways sermon'd at. Glocester.
Then, in plain terms, Once more for the fallen king Maud.
Your pardon, brother, I would no more of that; for, as I said, 'Tis not for worldly pomp I wish to see The rebel, but as dooming judge to give A sentence something worthy of his guilt. Glocester. If't must be so, I'll bring him to your presence.
[Exit GLOCESTER. Maud. A meaner summoner might do as well. My Lord of Chester, is 't true what I hear Of Stephen of Boulogne, our prisoner, That he, as a fit penance for his crimes, Eats wholesome, sweet, and palatable food Off Glocester's golden dishes-drinks pure wine, Lodges soft ?
Chester. More than that, my gracious Queen, Has anger'd me. The noble Earl, methinks, Full soldier as he is, and without peer In counsel, dreams too much among his books. It may read well, but sure 'tis out of date To play the Alexander with Darius.
Maud. Truth! I think so. By Heavens, it shall
not last! Chester. It would amaze your Highness now to
Maud. That ingrate!
For whose vast ingratitude
Maud. A perjured slave!
And for his perjury
Of indoor pageantry; while syren whispers,
Maud. A frost upon his summer!
A queen's nod
N midmost Ind, beside Hydaspes cool, 5 There stood, or hover'd, tremulous in the air, A faery city, 'neath the potent rule Of Emperor Elfinan; famed ev'rywhere For love of mortal women, maidens fair, Whose lips were solid, whose soft hands were made Of a fit mould and beauty, ripe and rare,
To pamper his slight wooing, warm yet staid : He lov'd girls smooth as shades, but hated a mere
1" This Poem was written pieces, and strange outbursts subject to future amendments of individual fancy and feliciand omissions; it was begun tous expressions in the Cap without a plan, and without and Bells,' though the general any prescribed laws for the extravagance of the poetry is supernatural machinery.” – more suited to an Italian than CHARLES BROWN.
to an English taste.”—Jer. “There are beautiful pas. FREY, Letter to the Editor, sages and lines of ineffable Aug. 1848. sweetness in these minor